Descent {darkest_fate&Chuckles}

[darkest_fate]

The demon's lair looked precisely as Regina had pictured it. Dark, souless, with a strange, foul odor wafting up from its depths. The angel could see various creatures of darkness skulking and hiding. Perhaps they were merely shadows, swirling bits of the pure darkness hiding from the light of judgment and holiness. They certainly blended in well enough with what she saw, the dark stone, the impressive work. There was a great chill as well, as though no love or light ever entered such a place. Just stepping close was nearly enough to make Regina's pristine flesh react with humanly bumps. Fortunately, as a member of the Host, she could resist such sensations.

The angel's long white wings unfurled slightly, and she could feel the glow of her aura beginning to settle. Humans and other such creatures often saw that glow as a literal halo, which was rather silly. Still, it was an inner light, something that made the angels quite literally glow with "the light of goodness" whatever that particularly meant. It didn't dim down with the covering of skin and hair, as Regina had discovered. For her sky-blue tunic seemed to glow, especially the golden thread laced throughout. Her darker blue male glittered atop it as well, as did the well laced sandals upon her angelic feet. Naturally the sword strapped to her side glowed; it would burst into flames should she prepare to wield it against the forces of judgement.

For now, the angel flapped cautiously toward the stronghold. There was the urge, the ever constant desire to surge forward and condemn the forces of darkness. But Regina fought against it, even biting her light pink lip to force back such urges. One lone angel against a force like that would be suicide. Her hope was to scout, and, if she saw an opportunity, to strike at the demon lord who dwelt within. So Regina circled, pretending that she didn't feel watched, watched in a strangely lascivious way. The angel had heard that some demons ravaged their captives in ways that didn't stop at mere bodily torture. As each angel possessed a divine beauty, they were something of great prizes for demons. Indeed, Regina herself would be quite a treasure. Her features looked perfectly sculpted, with blazing blue eyes looking out from a lightly golden face. Her hair had a light bronze color, something of a reddish gold, and it flowed gracefully behind her, nearly reaching to her rear. Her body was built as if designed for sensual pleasures, with perfectly shaped curves and breasts that swelled against the armor. Some had argued how strange it was that the divine warriors looked so strikingly beautiful, almost sensual, but it was quickly pointed out that they were supposed to be the pinnacle of beauty.

Now one of those pinnacles was cautiously entering a dark lair, her hand twitching near a sword, and fighting against the urge to either call out a challenge or head back for her stronghold. Just a scout, and possibly a glorious kill, nothing more.

 

[KelpieCepter]

Standing inside the circular room that tops his fortress, he paces slowly around the room. For as long as he could remember he had ruled over this portion of these lands. A tight control was how he kept control of the demons under him. Rewarding those who deserved it and punishing those who needed it. Continuing to pace around the room, his fingers reach out to caress the cold almost damp stone. While those above him ruled in light and love, he prefered the darkness and hatred that it bred around him.

The demon would never be called handsome by the angels he had fought against constantly. He kept his hair short almost militarist in its cut. Standing taller then most of his kind his skin was a such a dark blue color it could almost be called black. Moving towards the center of the room, his eyes shut sensing the presence of an Angel as it passes by. Even now as the presence skims the sky above him, the demons below him shout in angry and lust. Moving towards a large window he glances out smiling at the glowing presence above his fortress.

Stepping towards the door, which will lead him to the wall he grabs his sword propping it over his shoulder. His steel blue eyes stand out of place amongst his kind as he studies her form flying through the hair. His body is muscular, but covered in the scars from his years of fighting. A soft smile plays on his face as he watches the angel flying through the air above him. Propping the sword against his leg he waits silently as he motions his demons into position for an attack.

 

[darkest_fate]

A sudden sharp pain, accompanied by a slithering feeling of disgust, came upon Regina suddenly. The pain was enough to make her jerk back midflight, nearly spiraling off into a building of some kind. She had to take several deep breaths to get used to the sensation, recognizing it for what it was. Slowly, the angel warrioress turned, tracing the sensation to its source.

There. The demon lord had arisen and seemed almost to be challenging her. Regina felt something dark sliding over her again, nearly making her flesh pimple, but she fought against it. There he was, standing there, ready for her. It would be a fight, one that she would win, and then a demon lord would be slain, would lay defeated, and Regina's position in the Host would be advanced. This was part of her order as well: take on the lord if you can.

The angel drew her sword, which instantly burst into holy flame. Regina knew it to be a signal to nearly every demonic creature within range, so she would have to move quickly. The angel pulled up, and then dived toward the demonic lord, her sword drawing back in preparation of impact. Flames trailed behind her, nearly turning the angel into a missile, a divine missile, like a meteor sent from on high to destroy this foul being of darkness. She could feel other forces moving, bits of darkness, but they would be nothing before her light. Besides, there was one creature which she focused almost solely on, her vision focused upon the demon lord. Close enough, and she would bring her sword down and end it all.

She just knew it.

 

[KelpieCepter]

His steel blue eyes lock on to the Angel as she falters in mid flight. A soft laugh escapes from him as he picks up his sword once more. Turning to a demon standing near him, he orders the others to stand down to allow him to fight the angel on his own. "Its been to long since I have claimed a member of their host. I will take pride in corrupting this one." Twisting his head slightly his neck cracks as he shifts his legs to get ready for the charge he knows will come.

Desson had been in charge here for far to long to not know what would happen if he revealed himself. His eyes run over the angels form knowing his gaze would force a lesser being to break off and go running to the nearest hole in fear. His smile deepens as he sees her continue to fly barely affected by his gaze. A slight nod of his head comes as he shifts in his spot to keep his eyes on the angel as she travels through the air.

A soft laugh escapes him as her sword is drawn and it burst into flame. This one was being bold to show off this much in his domain. Waving the others back once more he sets himself ready for her divine dive towards him. "Come on then angel, I will soon teach you the folly of coming here alone." He laughs softly as he hefts his sword whispering a word, causing lightning to burst out and race along the blade. Turning just slightly to the left he waits eagerly for her to get with in range.

With her in range of his sword he side steps slowly as he swings his sword towards her. Instead of trying to kill the angel that dared to attack him he turns the sword so it will connect, but instead of cutting it sends lighting flashing across her nimble body. His change in tactics does leave him open for any sudden counter attack she might come back with. His face is a mask of anger and hatred as he faces her down. He is quick to take a few steps back lifting his sword again readying himself for her next attack. "Come angel show me the might of your sword." He laughs softly as he taunts her with this words and actions.

 

[darkest_fate]

The gaze and the power that came from it washed over Regina. She tried to shove it off, and she liked to think that she managed to remain stalwart and true. However, she soon found herself unable to quite dodge an attack that even a child could see coming. Lightning coursed over her body, shocking the mail, using the celestial metal as a conduit for the power. The angel gasped, nearly dropping her sword and certainly failing in her flight.

The beauty tumbled against the floor, trying to ball herself up to prevent any real damage. The quick reflexes saved her wings from being broken, and the mail prevented most of the wounds. Soon enough, she was rolling to her feet, breathing deeply as the magical energies worked to heal the burns that had scorched her fair skin. This was another benefit of her mail, though she could already feel it straining, and that from only one blow.

Perhaps she was out of her depth...? No, she could do this, she must do this.

"I will send you to oblivion!" the angel declared, raising the flaming weapon high over her head. Regina did look very much like the celestial warrior that she was: a beautiful, almost terrible, being holding a sword lit with holy flames. She again charged forward, this time on her feet, and this time, she was swinging her sword as she came close, determined that at least the Holy Flames of Judgment would sear the demon's unholy flesh.

 

[KelpieCepter]

Desson turns that dark gaze once more upon the angel before him. His lips curl up into a smirk as he lets his eyes dance over her armored form. Bringing his sword back up readying for her next attack he knows is coming. A slight look of what might be shock creeps into his features as she stands up so quickly after he knocked her down. "It seems you angels are getting better at crafting your armor."

With a whispered word the lightning begins to arc along his sword. He had faced far worse then this one impetuous angel. "What makes you think you can come to my home and send me to oblivion. Your tears will be most welcome when you are my slave." He laughs softly.

Turning to face the attack he brings his sword up to catch her attack. The might of the flame singes the lower portion of his arm near the blade. With a cry of pain he spins to deflect her blade into the stone of the ground they are fighting on. As he turns spinning to drive his elbow hard into the side of her head.