[i] Auriel watched over the battlefield, it had only been mere minutes after the first clash had happened and yet she flew alone against the darkness. Those left of the group of Valor and Hope were two young angels, creatures who had been mere children when they had been chosen, Their names were Erthor Angel of Valor, and Faervel Angel of Hope.  The two faced alone against a host of monsters, as their mortal companions had almost immediately died in the first few seconds. Erthor fought with a short-spear, each thrust of it's silver point causing a host of ethereal blades to manifest mere inches from him, turning him into a moving storm of silver and magic. Faervel stood close to Erthor, her very voice echoing out into the battle and drowning out all else, redirecting spell and blade with each sung word.  

[center][b] Shadows fall.
And hope has fled.
Steel your heart.
The dawn will come. [/b] [/center]

Auriel nodded, there was little she could do for the pair. She spared a single sideways glance at the approaching army, massive winged beasts whose wing-beats echoed across the plains, hoards of untold terrors both from this world and others that trampled each-other for a chance to raise a blade against the last angels. Auriel faced her own foe however, and she had no choice but to face them.  

[b][center] The night is long.
And the path is dark.
Look to the sky. For one day soon.
The dawn will come.[/center]  [/b]

Her very presence illuminated the battlefield in place of the sun, her aura so bright that it forcibly carved a path through the battle, completely blinding any lesser foe foolish enough to approach. Auriel's foe however, seemed the exact opposite. The creature, hidden somewhere within the mass of shadow, was one of her own people. There is a difference when power is stolen versus when it is willingly given up, and this foe had stolen chunks of energy from Fate, Justice and Wisdom. 

[center][b]The Shepard's lost.
And his home is far.
Keep to the stars.
The dawn will come.[/b] [/center]

 [b]" Betrayed, by our own people! "[/b] Auriel's voice echoed from her lips as she faced the approaching abyss, her hand already filled with a three foot long blinding spear of light. [b]" Tell me! What do you gain from this? "[/b] He did not speak, he made no outward display of emotion. Tears ran down Auriel's face as she rose her spear, ready to strike out at her foe. [b]" TELL ME! Speak, SAY SOMETHING! "[/b] He said nothing as he approached the trembling Auriel, she thrust her spear at the living abyss, and it was swallowed whole. The host was now mere inches from her, and still he did not speak. [b] " Please, at least tell me why. "[/b] Her voice was but a whisper. Below, the final two angels cowered in Auriel's light, fending off any foes powerful enough to approach, but weakened enough by their Archangel's light for them to defeat. 

[center][b]The night is long.
And the path is dark.
Look to the sky.
For one day soon.
The dawn will come.[/b][/center]

It was only when Auriel stopped speaking, when the angels below called out her name in blind terror as her light ever so slightly faded, it was only then that the host of the abyss thrust his hand forwards into Auriel's stomach, his hand coated in a spear of shadow as he spoke in a whisper to the already fading Archangel, now close enough to see that he held his own tears.

[center][b]" I'm sorry Mother "[/b][/center] [/i]


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A click and the sound of metal against stone, these were not exactly the things Auriel attributed to death, then again wherever she was gave her the idea she had been there for a while. Almost as if she had spent years or more in a dream, or more likely a nightmare. She was curled up in the center of the cell with her knees drawn up to her chest, her wings splayed out at odd angles. She really did hope this was all some elaborate dream, and that soon she would wake up and everything since the first god's death would be a nightmare, but she was nowhere near lucky enough for that. 

She stayed there a good few more seconds before rising to the sound of footsteps and others stirring. She rose in her cell, the glow around her brigtening from a sickly flicker to a concerningly soft glow reaching a good 2 feet around her. She stayed there a bit longer, standing and stretching as well as preening herself. Her feathers were sufficiently ruffled and ruffled feathers are never very comfortable, plus it always provided a semblance of normalcy to any situation and helped her think. 

One, Two, it was only two that she held currently, feathers that is, or at least those that could still hold some semblance of power. Auriel stuck them in the now empty leather sack at her waist. By this point she had sufficiently wasted 2 minutes since she woke up, though now she was in a slightly better mood than before, a mood capable of ignoring her most recent memories at the very least. In the hall before her she was unsurprised to find a person smaller than her, near everyone was smaller than her. What was surprising though was the room itself and how that person seemed to tie into it, Auriel was in a prison and that much was a given, and as far as she could tell, this young masked fellow released her, and apparantly a few others.

[i] [b] " It seems I owe you some thanks friend, I have many questions though I suspect they can wait. " [/b] [/i]