[h3][u][color=f7976a]Downton, Capital City[/color]
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[i]Bonk[/i]
There is was, that sound he dreamed about so, ever so often. Some would say it's petty, but looking back on these memories is like porn to him, oh so satisfying. Now that he had killed one, his blood lust could not be stopped. He looked around, observing his surroundings looking for anything out of the ordinary. There. 3 Angels all in one area. It'd be tough, but he's going hunting. He walked as menacingly towards that location as he could, a few Elite Demons came to his aid.

[color=fdc68a]"Well now we can have an even battle for once!"[/color] He looked back at where Balthazar was barking orders at demons below, [color=fdc68a]"Thanks for the help bud, it'll be well worth your time." [/color]

As he got closer, he analyzed some of them. One was an Archangel, fully suited and ready for battle, holy sword in hand, and disgusting form. Everything was terrible about him. They all were bad, but he was putrid. The smell of god even made it to John's nostrils, and he retched back. He could tell that he was a good ways up on the priority list, but there was another. Something was off about her. She moved differently to the others, stiffer, like she wasn't being controlled by her own self. The last looked small and puny compared to the others, in there bulky armor. She was going to be easy pickings, all of them were. 

John charged the stiff one, and sent the elites for the other 2. They will be preoccupied, and I'll be able to make the most of this one. He flipped his sword around his hand, threw it in the air, and grabs it. He charges as fast as he can with all his bulking equipment, and screams as loud as he can, letting the voice of Death through his own. 

He mumbles under his voice, [color=fdc68a]"I got some gifts for you Death, I think you'll like them."[/color] and chuckled.

The Strange female charges him as well, and they meet in the middle. She tries to poke and John, but he puts up his shield, and blocks the hit. John moved his finger back and forth, in a no, that's not good motion. He tried to slam her back on the shield, and pin her on the ground, but she goes up and starts to fly. Just as he was going to put his shield up to block a slamming attack, she started to glow blindingly bright. John put his gauntlets over his eyes, shielding him from what was happening. 

[color=fdc68a]"Angels, pussy's the lot of them."[/color] John was furious now. 

He flicked his sword toward the ground, and darkness crawled up towards the hilt. This female swooped down, lance trying to pierce John's shield, but John was different, and unpredictable now. John side-stepped out of the way, and slammed her down on the spike on the edge of the sword. Over and over and over, she was now unable to move. He continued to beat her with the end of his sword, and as a parting gift, he jumped up, and fell on his shield. Where she once was is now a pile of flesh barely resembling an angel. Armour was broken, wings torn, lance snapped in half. He had won. He lifted her by the throat, and the same portal of dark sludge he entered with, he shoved her in. 

[color=fdc68a]"One less angel, one for demon for Death. She's going to be transformed, and become my mindless slave."[/color] He yelled into the closing dark mass, [color=fdc68a]"Have fun death!"[/color]