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[h2][color=C24641]Zachariah[/color][/h2]
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The pair of archangels captured in boxes observed their prisons silently, subdued for the moment before each placed a finger to the inside walls of the crystalline structures. Sparks shot out from the bottom of the cubes as white hot fire spewed from the tips of their index fingers to cut through like blow torches. Meanwhile in the sky above, Zachariah's spears hastily changed course. Those that filled into the gates of Tartarus exploded instantly as soon as they reached the other side, spilling holy fire into the endless bounds of the infinite dimension in an effort to consume everything material within via ever growing divine inferno. The rest of the spears defied gravity as they spun around the demon in a brimming fury, forming a tornado of fiery lances before shooting inward toward the demon from every conceivable direction. 

The supply of spears continued to flow out in a endless barrage as the archangel remained unrelenting in his assault from above. The accuracy of each divine projectile was not to be underestimated as they all aimed directly for their target with the tenacity of bloodhounds. Should another gate appear before them, they would alter course again to find a path around. Hundreds upon hundreds of the precise lances maneuvered around, shooting toward the demon at staggering speeds. They aimed for his joints, limbs, spine, skull, and torso consistently coming after and perusing Henry.

Zachariah with the saber gave no quarter, continuing to ruthlessly slash out at Henry with his blade of arcane fire, each strike launched with calculated precision to dismember or disembowel. Should the demon let himself be distracted or look away even for a moment, the archangel was ready to capitalize with a severe response. In spite of his seething rage, the archangel's movements were fluid and tactical. Raw angelic combat capability manifested as instinct. In this state Zachariah had nothing witty to say. He had no lavish goals of going grocery shopping behind enemy lines for the fun of it. He had no escape plans peppered with hidden booby traps or elaborate chases. In this state, the personality that made Zak an arcane fool to be easily dismissed were all burned away in the place of a pure and ancient warrior tried and true, born in heaven for the sake of retribution and war. Zachariah didn't just fight anymore for revenge. That feeling was a small one in place of the driving force he normally suppressed to try and lazily enjoy the universe. The primal divine will to smite evil and corruption and strike it back down into the infernal pits from whence it came. 

The ground began to quake, trembling as magma and flames churned below the surface. Massive shifts in the landscape continued to rend across the graveyard. Buildings and gravestones sunk into the lake of molten rock, melting away as a fiery chasm slowly began to form at the heart of the battlefield. Miles of catacombs and cave systems directly below the battle between Henry and Zachariah had begun to collapse as the ancient foundations were filled with lava and melted away. The extra archangel swimming through the sea of fire as if it was water spawned several circles of runic symbols which trailed behind him along his path. He cut through the underground, traveling on tides of magma that bent to his will. Heavy stirring motion churned out of the circles and beings of fire began to form. Monstrous shapes swam beneath the coalescent wasteland, breaching the surface with large glowing talons as they slowly emerged. Titanic wings made of holy flames tore their way up from the scorching soil, displacing mounds of charred dirt and lava as they reached up into the sky. With a massive wing beat, a cyclone of sweltering winds swept over the land as the large winged beast of incandescent flames ripped out of the molten chasm in a massive explosion of debris and smoke. 

A deafening roar bellowed out, rumbling through the air as the titanic dragon of pure white holy flames was summoned into existence. The creature spat plumes of fire into the air aimlessly from its massive dagger filled jaws until it fixed its sights on Henry with a burning stare. Opening its giant maw, the dragon let loose a geyser of bright flames which shot directly toward Henry from below. The flames rapidly rose in temperature, glowing brightly until the fire became a radiant blue, burning so inconceivably hot it became radioactive. Now 5000 kelvin and increasing. The hundred meter radius of heat and geographical changes slowly grew, expanding for dozens of feet every minute, gradually terraforming this area of the graveyard into a slowly expanding volcanic desert littered with fiery crypts.
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