[center][b][h1]Zeruel[/h1][/b][/center]

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Among those who have had received the mental image of the Imperator's message, was a simple angel. He has rustled light grey hair, skin as pale as snow, and with eyes crimson like blood. He wore a simple white shirt, with baggy black pants, and sports wings sprouting from his back. The angel is recognized as [url=http://i1244.photobucket.com/albums/gg569/Lmpkio/Screen%20Shot%202016-03-24%20at%2010.16.23%20PM_zpsno6ingty.png]Kushiel[/url], a post-war Angel who has given up on the idea of physical violence and has devoted himself into more peaceful subjects. Yet why was he, a non-violent Angel, given the mental letter when he's clearly not going to partake the event? He's not going to answer the letter.

But rather, he's delivering it.

After running through the holy halls, with yellow light flooding through the gigantic windows several stories high, Kushiel approaches a large golden door. He gingerly opens one of them, letting little light through as he steps into a dark corridor. It had an almost ominous feel to it, yet there is a strange feeling of holiness, of something pure, coming from within at the same time. The only things illuminating the room are two long rows of colorful stained glass, showing only a bit of light through the middle, but only stopping halfway in. The Angel briskly walks down the hall, looking only forward, as he is eventually lead into a circle at the end of the room, the rims illuminated by techno-like lights. He approaches it and kneels right in the circle of the circle, placing both hands on one knee. He bows his head for a few seconds, quietly reciting a prayer, and looks up.

[b][color=fff79a]"My lord."[/color][/b] the angel says in a calm voice, [b][color=fff79a]"My humblest apologizes for my rude interruption, but I bring news from the Imperator. She has requested~"[/color][/b]

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But before he could finish, a loud blare rumbles through the corridor. It was like that of a fog horn, but at the same time having a rather organic effect, like a growl. As it ends as suddenly as it began, Kushiel could feel something turning his direction. Yet all he could see was the blackness of the void beyond. However, he knew all too well of the being that dwells here. Then, peering from the angel's left and right, four giant paper-thin tendrils slowly came into view, flailing slowly like flags in a low breeze. Then, two points of light, erupted from the blackness, revealing two holes resembling eye sockets. Kushiel is looking into the eyes of the "Arm Of God", the "Angel Of Might", or most notably, as Zeruel, leader of the Laguna Hierarchy. He peers down towards the advisor rather portentously, and begins to speak. 

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[b]"Cease the formalities, Advisor Kushiel."[/b] booms the mighty being, his very voice filling the entire room, [b]"I've already received the dispatch statement long before your announcement. You need not to remind me."[/b]

Kushiel blinks once as he soon responds.

[b][color=fff79a]"But you will attend the event?"[/color][/b] he responds cautiously, [b][color=fff79a]"Knowing you, I do expect you to decline the offer... but, you seem rather interested with it."[/color][/b]

[b]"Because I am."[/b] blatantly responds Zeruel.

This almost stunned the advisor, for Zeruel has not been involved with the war going on at hand since it's launch. His haughtiness prevented him from taking part, as he used to deem it as "pointless and insignificant"  This event that'll be taking place will involve taking part of the war. He stammers several times before speaking again.

[b][color=fff79a]"But I thought you said you wouldn't be partaking in the War at hand?"[/color][/b] Kushiel responds confusingly, [b][color=fff79a]"What made you reconsider?"[/color][/b] 

[b]"You've neglected the basis."[/b] the being replies unemotionally, [b]"Have you not forgotten the recent deaths of Fortitudo, Temperantia, and Shamshel that occurred just one week prior by several hands from Hell?"[/b]

[b][color=fff79a]"Please excuse my shameful ignorance, Lord Zeruel."[/color][/b] Kushiel quickly responds in slight shame, [b][color=fff79a]"I remember you telling me about the incident."[/color][/b]

[b]"Despite the offenders having already been accounted for,"[/b] the giant Angel responds without hesitation, [b]"And having been executed under my hand, it is not enough to be proven satisfiable. The legions of Hell shall not be dismissed lightly."[/b]

His full body then gleams into view, a hulking black mass with dark orange ribbons forming down the bottom of his tendrils, along with white ribcages protecting his valuable core. He gleams down at advisor Kushiel forebodingly.

[b]"I will make complete certainty of this myself."[/b]

The advisor quickly bows down again.

[b][color=fff79a]"As you wish my lord."[/color][/b] Kushiel responds with a loyal bow, [b][color=fff79a]"May the Imperator shine good luck in your travels. Farewell."[/color][/b]

As soon as the advisor exits the room, Zeruel's form changes from the hulking creature, to his human-form, an 8 foot tall, ghostly white, muscular human male. His face and mantle serves as the head and shoulders as he makes his way towards the portal that has just opened up for him. Without hesitation, the Arm Of God enters, ready to take on the challenges that await him from beyond.