[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/fonts/grimeswade-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200302/95b5049d93061603bb26573513600ad8.png[/img][/url][/center] [hr][center][b]Location: The City.[/b][/center][hr] Ophiel had been trekking through the Emperor forsaken ruins of that decrepit city for hours, the abandoned, decayed, and blown out buildings an overbearing constant throughout the course of his journey. Granted, it wasn't like the hike itself wasn't much of a challenge. Not only because of his own superhuman physiology, but because of the fact that he'd marched for days, weeks, and even months during various battles his Chapter was involved in. As such, this was more like a pleasant stroll than anything else. Or it would have been, anyway, had he not just been fighting daemons a few hours prior. The fact that he had been transported here kept it from being such by forcing him to remain on high alert. For all he knew he could be on a planet on the far side of the galaxy, or traipsing through the depths of the Immaterium itself, flanked by hellions at all times. Pushing ahead, his eyes constantly scanning the horizon, Ophiel soon found himself in a city proper or at least the outskirts of it. Cracked cement and ruinous structures had slowly given way to dunes of sand and monolithic stone pillars, ones that were markedly different from the architecture he was just encompassed by. Staring down at the patchworked section of ground as he stalked past, Ophiel came to the conclusion that he was definitely within the Warp. That or some world trapped within the hungry maws of the Eye of Terror or the Great Rift. Either way, he was still deep inside Chaos controlled territory, and that meant everything here was a threat no matter how it looked. Raising his bolter slightly, his eyes easily adjusting to the low levels of light, Ophiel soldiered on into the long night undaunted. Ready to bring righteous vengeance to the enemies of mankind. [center][url=https://fontmeme.com/fonts/angel-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200201/0b354a2b29238d769c6a7d151f322e37.png[/img][/url][/center] [hr] [center][b]Location: Futuristic City - Residential Sector 02.[/b][/center] [hr] Lucifer walked along the neon lit streets, his exhaustion having passed several hours ago. Of course that didn't make up for the cool night air that was cutting through his toga like a knife, but then again that was mostly his fault for not dressing properly. Continuing on his way, his sandal shod feet making small pattering sounds as they pressed against cold asphalt still damp from rain that had passed through the area long before he faceplanted into it, the fallen cherub considered the scroll that he had found after taking leave of Tsukasa. From what he had learned, assuming the source could be trusted that is, he had to find objects known as tokens, five of which were in his possession already. The exact amount of which was a hundred, apparently so he could make a wish of some sort. Of course a sane individual would have dismissed this as nonsense, but then again Lucifer knew he wasn't entirely sane himself. He had tried to kill his own father, after all. A feat that he recognized was impossible. If his long rebellion had taught him anything, it was that his father was not someone you just eliminated. But this wish business had gotten the gears of his mind spinning. If it were true, and he really [I]could[/I] wish for anything, then once he got the one hundred required, he could wish his creator out of existence entirely. [I]"And once that happens, the universe will be mine for the taking."[/I] He chuckles, a sinister grin worming its way across his immaculate face. [I]"Oh my brethren might stand in the way for the briefest of moments, but once they realize [b]I[/b] was the one to bring an end to father, they'll have no choice but to accept my way of running things."[/I] Moving deeper into the secondary residential sector, Lucifer continues to laugh, his mind spinning dark machinations once more...