Raziel, The Holy Bolt
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Arms crossed and wings unfurled to truly show his divine splendor, Raziel oozed confidence and superiority. So much so, that it seemed to suffocate the air. His face was deadpan, expressionless as he took in the world around him and formulated a plan to win this war. Unfortunately, he couldn't account for the sudden burst of movement from the fortress. There was a terrible rumble from deep in the belly of the ship that struck fear into every living beast underneath it. Then the earth began to move as if it were a wave on the sea as the
whole fortress burrowed itself into the earth, giving those around it a grisly death by crushing.
The Holy Bolt stood stood though, unfazed by the event, he was intrigued even. The machines must have been getting desperate. Despite the fact that he was deep in thought, he was more than capable of taking on his enemy. With the machines vile music blaring, Raizel went on the defensive. Taking that into consideration, Raizel fed the Raiju with electricity, filling them to the brim with holy energy.
The armor of the Machina was thick, annoyingly so. His discharge only seemed to hide the being all the more, but that wasn't the half of the Holy Bolts power. Raziel decided to focus on the task at hand, dealing with the Machina. Suddenly, he became aware of everything aware around him, focusing his killing intent of the machine. The deafening thunder of bombs and artillery shells exploding. The earsplitting sounds of nearby rockets and grenades exploding. The clamor of orders being issued. The screams of injured angels pleading for medical aid.
The clashing of mechanized equipment on patrol or advancing on the enemy. The piercing sounds of bullets flying through the air nearby.
Bullets? Lightning flashed and pushed its inverted limbs down to the deck. In one, two, three seconds, the loud boom of the thunder struck. The stream of bullets found nothing but air. If the Machina was curious as to where Raizel had went, he would find the general in the air above him, arms still crossed.
"Your judgement. . . he bellowed as his beasts were cut down by the Machina, its saw cleaving right through the Raiju, unfortunately, he had fallen into Raizel's trap.
". . . is death! Instantly both Raiju exploded, but this was much more than just an explosion. In the moments that followed, both machine and demon on the deck would find themselves caught in an explosion of holy energy. There was a sudden blinding flash followed by a shockwave of pure electricity that ate everything in its path.
Raizel and just set off a holy pulse of electricity, point blank in Grafdakka's face. The Holy Bolt had no doubt in his mind that the pulse wouldn't kill that Machina, but it sure as hell would hurt him. With that taken care of, Raizel turned to find blood rushing towards him. His holy armor would protect him from the acidic rain of blood, creating a force field around his person, or so he thought. His shield folded and smoldered, blood oozing through the force field and dripping onto his right shoulder. Pain shot through his body, the smell of burning flesh filled Raizel's nostrils. Agonizing screams echoed throughout the battlefield, bouncing off the earthen walls of the whole that the Elicitor was creating. The sizzling flesh on his right shoulder oozed like sap from the trunk of a tree, a thousand knives stabbed repeatedly all over his arm. The pain was blinding, so much that Raizel couldn't think straight for a few seconds.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of it. Tendrils of fauna began to race after angels, ripping all without prejudice. Two raced at him, but his forced field would stop the vines in the tracks, but the fauna was relentless. Twin bolts of electricity would take care of that. In an attempt to rid himself of the vampires vile essence, he sent an electric current through his body, cleansing himself, and slowly healing his wound. Slowly.
"How troublesome." the general murmured as he turned to find the culprits. Higher in sky's above him, stood a demon he knew by name, Victoire, and his subordinate, Azaezel. Both seemed to be in combat, although it seemed a bit one sided at the moment. As much as he wanted to join in the fray, the thousands of roses that littered the battlefield became a sore sight. Without as much as forethought, Raizel summoned streaks of pure white lightning, fighting through the burning pain. Crackling against the bloodly blanket of red, shrouding hot silver clouds with its blinding incandescence, emanating the might of an imminent tempest. Jagged bolts endlessly protruded, filling the sky with undying flashes of radiance. With each strike, roses were burned, slowly being eaten by the fires of his heavenly lightning, despite his efforts, many remained. That wasn't the end of it though. In the heavens above, Raizel prepared a bolt with enough power to light an entire city for months. The lightning was a creature, desperate to escape the vicious bonds of the dark grey storm clouds. Lightning jagged across the sky ripping the once peaceful sky like paper, jumping from cloud to cloud above Victoire's head.
Unfortunately, just as the bolt was to hit, the vampire disappeared, rushing through a portal that led into the unknown. Coward. Unfortunately, the Seraph wouldn't leave such a powerful bolt to waste. Although he didn't sacrifice an arm and a leg to make it, it took plenty of energy to make. Before the smoke of his last attack cleared, a clanking sound could be heard from the sky. It was if a huge anvil was being dragged across the vault of heaven against its will. Branched lightning lit up the Stygian sky. Buzzing and hissing, they trembled with the anger of being shackled to the sky since time began.
Lightning was the megawatt smile of nature, but there was nothing friendly about the terrawatts of violence it unleashed as it rushed towards the Warboss instead. The general found himself saddened by the fact that he had to launch the bolt so quickly. The spell was meant to be weaved for a longer amount of time, that meant, launching it now would weaken its power tremendously, by he fired is anyway. Transforming into what he embodied, Raizel assimilated within the bolt, surging with energy in his intangible form, traveling at the speeds lightning it was known for; right into the chasm left behind by the Elicitor.
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