The battle royale raged within the chambers of the great mausoleum that held the sealed door, and unknown to any of the combatants, angels guarding the way and demons that were unfortunate to run across the path of a certain someone were cut down. A flash of blue and a white blur from the east and west respectively approached the chambers, and yet even to these two who homed in on their goals, could not help but feel something or someone was watching them.
Kushiel had not yet reach anywhere near the end of his reserves of power, but at the rate this fight was going, it was going to be very close, but the words and their resolve were beginning to create cracks in his mask of self-righteousness and belief.
"You fear this Sevrin too much, cooperate, and we have nothing to fear of him. Heaven will have it's hold on this realm,
and thus he will not be able to touch us...", was this fight unwarranted? Perhaps, but he had faith in His plan. "At all costs" he was told, and so the fight was warranted by those orders, yet... As a free agent, a unique angel given some measure of his own will, did not feel the fight was warranted on a personal level, but in the end he was still an angel, and the will of god was also his will.
"Moreover his name rings no bells, not a demon or renown, nor a rogue angel, a no-name, I have doubts he is even a threat to begin with", though as he said this, his alertness perked up. He swiftly turned to strike a pair of demonic jaws with his spear, but just a pair of jaws, attached to a chain. In an uncanny motion it locked itself in place, "snapping" at the space it occupied as a figure flew quickly at him. He thrust the spear in an attempt to impale the attacker, but as soon as his attack found it's mark, the attack was revealed as a ruse, disappearing like smoke as a familiar feral roar resounded.
Fenn's chest had a blade sticking out of it, the sheen, shape, it was a katana, and it's elegant presence meant it could only be one thing, the Yamato. Lily turned to see it was Sevrin, as soon as he pulled it out, Lily had already begun to act, her honed instincts as a demon lashing out in a fiery blaze, obscuring her from vision. Sevrin had no sooner turned the blade onto Lily, slicing away her demonic flames, only to find that she had taken to the air, already pelting blasts of fire from above.
Sevrin immediately took to a spring, his path followed by destruction and from the smoke, chasing tendrils from another dimension. As soon as he made a leg ahead, holding the sheathed Yamato in stance, he turned to face Lily and Akoni's eldricht onslaught. Time seemed to stand still in that moment, right before impact, the tendrils, the flames, they were for lack of better word, cut apart. Lily and Akoni watched as their onslaught was negated by the incredible power of the Yamato, and pretty soon Lily would find herself on the defense as a pair of demonic jaws attached to a chain flew at her just outside of her vision, managing to ward the initial snap, Sevrin would launch himself at her with full intent striking her out of the air. Akoni created a portal in an attempt to force him to jump through it and into someplace else, but he simply brandished the Yamato and slashed at the portal, destroying it. A curious sight, especially for one well-versed in spatial magicks.
Though his target was Lily, he found himself at blows with Kushiel instead, who had intercepted him directly midair. A pair of greaves manifested themselves around Sevrin's legs, before he would do a spinning kick mid-air, striking Kushiel, riding this momentum he made his way to Lily, but the delay from Kushiel combined with his options being burned away by these interruptions allowed Lily a chance to respond in full.
Sevrin found himself blasted out of the air as soon as his kick made contact. It was a hard strike to be sure, but Lily in this form did not rely on force, but the power of her magical attacks instead, and so it was simple to maintain power without momentum. Sevrin would be blown back towards the ground. Though he was a demon possessing a human, his body was still just that, a human. Injuries came to him as quickly as any other human, and the demonic energy he held is spent when repairing it, in short, this was enough to keep him from moving effectively for about a minute. Akoni though was not one to let slip any chance, and as soon as Sevrin landed, a tendril was formed beneath him and slammed him up against the wall, keeping him there as everyone took their positions.
"Now now... Hehaha, come on old man, maybe... Not so rough. You seemed to have taken to my 'present' right? That book I found. Give your little grandson some slack", he even in this state he was mocking others, but on his face there was visible frustration.
"Hmph. As I thought, your fears were for naught. He is after all still a human, though I sense a demon, the body is still a human's", Kushiel sounded full of himself by these lines, but he instead seems a little glad about this outcome. Like some convenient ending had just popped in.
"Tch, I was hoping you'd all just open up the door, but I guess that's a little too much to ask huh...?",
"Silence... I know not the life you occupy, but to rid this world of a menace, one human life does not seem so high a cost. Farewell nameless demon... Your arrogance and your cunning will be your downfall", Kushiel wasted little time, raising the Longinus, and hurling it towards Sevrin. Everyone present expected to hear the sound of a spear piercing stone and flesh yet... Nothing. For a moment, everyone felt like they had lost every sense, smell, taste, feeling, sight and sound, all of it disappeared for just a moment, leaving only one sense in that moment. Dread.
A shroud, or rather, a field, he felt everything of him disappear, but he was still there, yet his senses were not. As his vision also seemed to fade in this presence, he saw Akoni's portal and appendages from that book disappear too. No... This wasn't a shroud, this was just collateral. Something incredibly powerful was appearing before him and whatever it was, stopped the Longinus with ease. Emerging from a portal made of stars and darkness, came a
figure that seemed rather alien. The armor and wings suggested it was an Angel of the Heirarchy, yet the uncanny and beautiful darkness the rest of it's form and powers commanded, were not... What came forth, Wrath, as one of them recognized what it was. A Nephilim. But how...? Was it related to the one in the Skyworld? Her voice echoed with a strange and soft gargle, yet one could tell that were it not for that, the voice would be incredibly sweet,
"I suppose I should introduce myself... I am Void. Me and my kin have declared this interesting creature behind me as 'worth their time'", she began. Sevrin's face was just one of pure disgust. The frustration for him mounted, knowing how powerful he truly was, yet most of him was trapped in the demon world... His plan in his head began to change.
"Now then...", as she finished these words she appeared between Lily, Kushiel, and Fenn, and in an instant a black void of stars like a window to the far reaches of space enveloped them briefly like an explosion, yet there was no force, and Kushiel just dropped, it was uncanny. Their bodies were numb, their powers were negated, whatever transformation they had was removed. In not long their powers would return, but such a unique power.
Should anyone try anything, this Nephilim calling herself Void, she had the ability to fire waves of darkness and stars, capable of erasing whatever it runs into, and having the same effect as it did to the three here.
"Creature, I will give you your wish, for your wish coincides with me and my kin's", she made a motion with her hand, causing a rift to appear below Fenn, sinking him in as he appeared in front of Sevrin, bound. As a demon, he can sense the exact point of concentration of power, and taking the Yamato, he plunged it into the thick hide of the wolf. It took some effort, since he also had to cut open the opening too, it was like tending to a furnace, heat and embers gushed out from Fenrir's wound, there was no blood, just solid and liquid fire where one would expect flesh and blood, but pretty soon the orb was pried out of Fenn. Sevrin stepped over to pick it up, though it would be dropped inches off the ground at first due to the heat, but it seemed to cool itself rather quickly as he was able to pick it up a few moments later.
"'Your kin', such arrogance... But I'll count my fortunes, see you losers later", he said, referring to the Nephilim, and then to the ragtag group, before kicking Fenn in the ribs then heading down to the seal, unable to be stopped.
"I certainly am late to the party aren't I? All the drinks are gone and there's no food in sight, moreover I didn't even get an invitation, I'd say this is a fine insult", a volley of bullets rang out as Void found herself negating them with her abilities, removing all of their force with a wave of her hand. But as soon as she did that a demonic beast conjured by thousands of threads of hair slammed into her. Void's hovering self easily held the impact and minimized damage.
"A Witch of the Umbra... How unexpected. But this is no party, I'm afraid you may have the wrong place","Oh no I definitely have the right place", the witch in white that appeared, her name was Jeanne.
"Now then, do you happen to know of another "Witch of Umbra"? We were supposed to meet up and go shopping for the New Year", Void averted her gaze for a moment as if in thought...
"Another of your kind? I am afraid it does not for me, but my kin have shared to me such an encounter", Jeanne clicked her tongue at the result of her interrogation.
"Well then I suppose you'll have to introduce me to them", and very quickly the two were locked in combat. It was an unapproachable mess, huge hair-weaved demons and void-based magic, it was like watching a legendary battle unfold.
Everyone's gaze moved to the door as it heaved open.
Sevrin had successfully placed the orbs, and opened it, at first he began casually strolling in, but pretty soon he was on a sprint. The yell of a young man resounded after him as everyone watched a white-coated figure fly in, with an arm glowing blue, and a huge blade on his back. Akoni and Henry would recognize this man as Nero and so would others.
"That's my sword get back here!", was the last thing they heard as he and Sevrin disappeared into the vault below.
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