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PsionicCuttlefish
Supernova
- Joined
- Apr 10, 2012
Flames, spells, and roars echoed around the central chamber of the stone fortress as a fierce battle was waged.
In the center of the chamber was a very large and very fat demon, a mid-level noble in the brutal hierarchy of The Abyss. With a whip composed of unholy energy, he lashed out wildly at the multiple attackers that danced around him, and screamed in rage at the being of light that dodged or blocked every one of his attacks.
Makiel the avenger archon danced with the grace that only a Celestial could possess, as he casually used his sword wreathed in white fire to parry all of the Fiend's attacks. At his side was a man in heavy armor with a large shield, and while mortal steel would have offered almost no defence against the demon's vicious assault, the platemail this man was clad in was enhanced with potent magics, as was his shield. Together, they offered him defense enough even if he could not dodge as the Celestial did. Every now and then he would move in close to lash out with his flail, which trailed mystical ice, to score another wound on the demon. And around the chamber were other figures, all participating in the assault on the otherworldy foe. An elf held high the symbol of his patron god while he recited sacred prayers, calling upon his diety's wrath to smite the corpulent Fiend with holy lightning. At his side was a halfling dressed in loose robes and holding out a spellbook, as he assisted the elf in assaulting the demon with the fury of the elements. Flitting around the edge of the chamber was an unusually thin and spry half-orc, who used his enchanted bow to shoot arrow after arrow into the softest parts of the demon's flesh.
As Makiel blocked yet another swing of the cursed whip, he couldn't help but feel a small amount of frustration with the sheer tenacity of the nalfeshnee. Had Makiel been alone, he wasn't sure he could have bested this demon. The enemy had only just exhausted his own innate magics, and despite the sheer punishment the mortals were inflicting on him, he refused to fall. It was actually fortunate they were all working together; the nalfeshnee was focusing almost exclusively on Makiel--the despised adversary from the Upper Planes--and ignored the mortals, or one of them might have fallen already.
But the entity of Evil given physical form was weakening. Acting as a team, the mortals all struck together in a final simultaneous assault; the two magic-slingers wracked the demon from behind with a combined spell, the former theif shot two mystically-empowered arrows at once into the demon's neck, and as it staggered, the warrior swung his icy flail straight into the face of the Fiend with a resounding smash. The once-proud noble stumbled and fell to his knees, bleeding from countless wounds.
This was it, Makiel knew, the demon was effectively defeated. He folded his blue-feathered wings against his back and turned down his vengeful aura of power, reducing the brilliant light his body was putting out as he began to walk towards the gasping fiend. "Deth'Nar of the Creeping Legion!" Makiel boomed with a voice born of the heavens. "Your army has been crushed, your plot has failed, and you have met your match! If you surrender now, even one such as yourself may be shown mer--"
The obese demon shrieked in unmitigated rage and lunged for Makiel with a speed belied by his mass. But there was a flash of light even faster than him, and Makiel's arm was fully outstreached, with his angel-forged sword extended.
Deth'Nar's head fell to the ground, and his body collapsed after him. Makiel allowed himself a small sigh of victory. In truth, he only said the words he did as a formality. As an avenger, he never really wanted a Fiend to surrender, and the Fiends never wanted to either, so it worked out well. Still, he was called to the Ministry of Temperance every now and then to ensure that his intentions always remained pure; if he ever pursued the ultimate justice too far and strayed from the other ideals that defined the Celestials, his heart could become tainted. So he always repeated the words, and never slew a foe unless it was in combat, or if the sentance had already been declared.
The four mortals gathered near Makiel and the fallen demon, and they congratulated each other and began to heal their wounds with potions while they also thanked Makiel for his assistance. Makiel looked them all over and smiled upon them. "You have done well, mortals, and have served a just cause today and ended a great threat. Know that the heavens are grateful that you have stopped this incursion into the realm of the Material, every victory against the Fiends is counted."
He then turned to the elf, who held his holy symbol close to himself as he looked up at Makiel and softly murmured prayers of thankfulness. "The spell you have used to Call me here will last for several more hours still, which is more than enough time for us all to finish searching this unholy fortress from top to bottom to cleanse it of any remaining dens of evil that may have escaped notice." The mortals nodded at him, and split into two groups to take two different passageways, while Makiel himself took a third.
In the center of the chamber was a very large and very fat demon, a mid-level noble in the brutal hierarchy of The Abyss. With a whip composed of unholy energy, he lashed out wildly at the multiple attackers that danced around him, and screamed in rage at the being of light that dodged or blocked every one of his attacks.
Makiel the avenger archon danced with the grace that only a Celestial could possess, as he casually used his sword wreathed in white fire to parry all of the Fiend's attacks. At his side was a man in heavy armor with a large shield, and while mortal steel would have offered almost no defence against the demon's vicious assault, the platemail this man was clad in was enhanced with potent magics, as was his shield. Together, they offered him defense enough even if he could not dodge as the Celestial did. Every now and then he would move in close to lash out with his flail, which trailed mystical ice, to score another wound on the demon. And around the chamber were other figures, all participating in the assault on the otherworldy foe. An elf held high the symbol of his patron god while he recited sacred prayers, calling upon his diety's wrath to smite the corpulent Fiend with holy lightning. At his side was a halfling dressed in loose robes and holding out a spellbook, as he assisted the elf in assaulting the demon with the fury of the elements. Flitting around the edge of the chamber was an unusually thin and spry half-orc, who used his enchanted bow to shoot arrow after arrow into the softest parts of the demon's flesh.
As Makiel blocked yet another swing of the cursed whip, he couldn't help but feel a small amount of frustration with the sheer tenacity of the nalfeshnee. Had Makiel been alone, he wasn't sure he could have bested this demon. The enemy had only just exhausted his own innate magics, and despite the sheer punishment the mortals were inflicting on him, he refused to fall. It was actually fortunate they were all working together; the nalfeshnee was focusing almost exclusively on Makiel--the despised adversary from the Upper Planes--and ignored the mortals, or one of them might have fallen already.
But the entity of Evil given physical form was weakening. Acting as a team, the mortals all struck together in a final simultaneous assault; the two magic-slingers wracked the demon from behind with a combined spell, the former theif shot two mystically-empowered arrows at once into the demon's neck, and as it staggered, the warrior swung his icy flail straight into the face of the Fiend with a resounding smash. The once-proud noble stumbled and fell to his knees, bleeding from countless wounds.
This was it, Makiel knew, the demon was effectively defeated. He folded his blue-feathered wings against his back and turned down his vengeful aura of power, reducing the brilliant light his body was putting out as he began to walk towards the gasping fiend. "Deth'Nar of the Creeping Legion!" Makiel boomed with a voice born of the heavens. "Your army has been crushed, your plot has failed, and you have met your match! If you surrender now, even one such as yourself may be shown mer--"
The obese demon shrieked in unmitigated rage and lunged for Makiel with a speed belied by his mass. But there was a flash of light even faster than him, and Makiel's arm was fully outstreached, with his angel-forged sword extended.
Deth'Nar's head fell to the ground, and his body collapsed after him. Makiel allowed himself a small sigh of victory. In truth, he only said the words he did as a formality. As an avenger, he never really wanted a Fiend to surrender, and the Fiends never wanted to either, so it worked out well. Still, he was called to the Ministry of Temperance every now and then to ensure that his intentions always remained pure; if he ever pursued the ultimate justice too far and strayed from the other ideals that defined the Celestials, his heart could become tainted. So he always repeated the words, and never slew a foe unless it was in combat, or if the sentance had already been declared.
The four mortals gathered near Makiel and the fallen demon, and they congratulated each other and began to heal their wounds with potions while they also thanked Makiel for his assistance. Makiel looked them all over and smiled upon them. "You have done well, mortals, and have served a just cause today and ended a great threat. Know that the heavens are grateful that you have stopped this incursion into the realm of the Material, every victory against the Fiends is counted."
He then turned to the elf, who held his holy symbol close to himself as he looked up at Makiel and softly murmured prayers of thankfulness. "The spell you have used to Call me here will last for several more hours still, which is more than enough time for us all to finish searching this unholy fortress from top to bottom to cleanse it of any remaining dens of evil that may have escaped notice." The mortals nodded at him, and split into two groups to take two different passageways, while Makiel himself took a third.
