[h1][center][color=CBD8D7]- THE FLOWER OF DEATH -[/color][/center][/h1]

The field was silent, and the dust had settled. That's what Flos has head as he took his position to once again view the eternal battleground. Death, decay, darkness, all in one place that did nothing but scar the land beneath it. Flos took his place and simply observed. He had arrived too late to partake in a battle that the Heaven's won, but he wasn't a part of that, a part of history. He didn't crave his name to be placed in history books, he craved for every chance he could get to get closer to the gates of Hell.

"Fine view?" came a voice behind him, a lackey, unimportant, barely worth time caring. Flos observed the soldier of heaven look at his blackened wings. Looked like he either didn't know who he was, or found the opportunity to meet a fallen angel too exciting to pass.

[color=CBD8D7]"Finding death 'fine'?"[/color] Flos exhaled, the beckoning voice echoing the local landscape for ears too distracted to hear. [color=CBD8D7]"Pathetic."[/color]

"Compared to you, I am. Though we were foolish to sign ourselves up for this path." The lackey took a seat and continued observing the aura, somehow not intimidating enough to sway him into a different conversation partner. "You know it'll likely not end in our life time, the conflict--"

[color=CBD8D7]"I am too aware of that, I've heard it many too many times from morons who want to either lock me up or pull me away from the field."[/color] He looked back at the field. [color=CBD8D7]"Mazrel, that's all I need--"[/color]

"And you're going to try and find him?"

[color=CBD8D7]"I need to see him alive or dead,"[/color] he exhaled before taking a deep breath. [color=CBD8D7]"Deva be damned"[/color]. He reached his arm out to call for the Final Gaze, whom obeyed his command and turned brighter. [color=CBD8D7]"If she was so intent on ending the war,"[/color] his voice got louder and more aggressive as the Final Gaze grew brighter and brighter. [color=CBD8D7]"...then why the hell are we stalling!?"[/color] He slashed the air, and the bright knife edge travelled through the abandoned plain with speed, before coming to a halt in the distance.

"The attitude will get you killed, you know?"

Flos breathed heavily as he continued his observation, hearing the deep boom from the distance to where the his wrath had arrived, with the bastard-sword departing shortly thereafter. [color=CBD8D7]"Maybe that might end the misery."[/color]

"Will it end Mazreal's?" Flos turned around. "Isn't that why you're here?" The lackey stood up. "Isn't that why you incorporated destructive elements into yourself?" Flos kept his gaze at the unshaken soldier. "The recent victory set the others back possibly years. I know you have waited for decades but you need to be patient. You'll arrive at those gates soon enough." The lackey left, and the black-winged soldier was once again left alone with the haunting view.