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Mebs. This is definitely a group effort. As KoL said, we can't be too meta and I can almost assure you that this get fucked up in the sense of an epic failure on our part. This is like one of those missions with a 10% survival rate. Literal suicide mission you know what I'm saying?

Open to volunteers. I'd prefer to speak openly so that if needed the GM's are aware of what we're doing and we aren't just making shit up on the fly. Communication you know. If nothing else this would be fun, yeah? But for the sake of not clogging the ooc with our chatter I may make a chatzy just for us to talk plans. I prefer discord myself but not everyone can run it.@Lucius Cypher

We can always add the gms into our PM you know? And I can do discord btw

Zeruel

Among those who have had received the briefing of the next mission, 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 Kushiel, a post-war Angel who has "almost" given up on the idea of physical violence and has devoted himself into more peaceful activities and subjects. Yet why was he, a non-violent Angel, given the briefing when he's clearly not going to partake the event? He's not going to answer the briefing.

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.

"My lord." the angel says in a calm voice, "I bring urgent news from the Imperator. There seems to be an emergency mission to~"

Theme (0:00 - 0:31 "Repeat")

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. 

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

Kushiel blinks once as he soon responds.

"So I believe you will be attending?" he responds curiously,"Knowing you, I do expect you to decline the offer... but, you seem rather interested with it."

"Because I am." 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.

"But I thought you said you wouldn't be partaking in the War at hand?" Kushiel responds confusingly, "What made you reconsider?"

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

"Please excuse my shameful ignorance, Lord Zeruel." Kushiel quickly responds in slight shame, "I remember you telling me about the incident."

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

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.

"I will participate this assignment." the Laguna speaks bluntly, "That previous dispatch of the little 'event' did not prove to me of any interest. It was a pointless and foolish endeavour... However this assignment speaks to me far greater than the last. I shall leave at once."

The advisor quickly bows down again.

"As you wish my lord." Kushiel responds with a loyal bow, "May the Imperator shine good luck in your travels. Farewell."

As soon as the advisor exits the room, Zeruel quickly proceeds to join up with the main forces and head onto the battlefield.

(Black Angels - Battle Theme)

The overall trip didn't take too long to get to the location of the battlefield. The perks of having a travel mode that increases your speed does have its own benefits. It was a beautiful looking location, filled with Earth's most purest nectar of life. What once belonged to the humans were covered by rich vegetation and the waters below, followed by massive waterfalls that make Niagara Falls look like nothing. Normally one person would take a jaw-dropping, awe-inspiring moment to look around, almost getting lost in such a vibrant environment...

But to Zeruel, this does not matter.

Today he embarks on a mission with one pure motive. War. And it's War in its most total and rawest form. The Laguna Angel had been itching to swear vengeance for the demons that dared killed the other Laguna Angels during the War. How dare they even attempted to kill them. This is a battle that he will take on personally. And he will not stop until every living demon is destroyed. And if humans get in the way, so what. Humans are just as vermin-like as the Hellbents. If anyone gets in his way, they will all be slaughtered like dogs.

His arrival began as the ground from below burst suddenly in a beam of light, followed by a large explosion. Debris of dirt and trees littered the battlefield as Zeruel announces his presence. He slowly looms from the depths of the earth, his tendrils slowly flowing in the air as he scours the area for any threats looming about. While not at his most maximum size, 25 meters in height is still half compared to his fullest potential. He is Heaven's Champion, Heaven's almighty fist. And he was going to bring a hammer of justice down on those be damned.

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