jamie_winchester
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 30, 2010
Stryker , Lord of Wrath, swirled his drink in his glass, watching the dark blood whiskey splash against the glass of the cup, trying to not consider the idea of his best friend getting married. Which was disturbing in all honesty. While he looked fairly slight and more trash prince then one of the Seven Satan’s, the man looked utterly at ease with his surrounding, a man who knew his place in the world, had fought to get there, and was at total ease in knowing that he ruled whatever room he walked in. Except for this one. Him and lucifer had never felt the need to play the power games that the other’s forced Stryker to play, even when he hated them.
“You know, virgins in hell are sorta hard to come by. Especially when they’re Belial’s” Notorious Lord of Lust’s, , “Daughter.”Stryker said returning to the conversation at hand, sighing quietly thinking over the bride to be who was the much beloved daughter of a demon who sorta annoyed Stryker most days. “Don’t go under estimating Heaven’s forces Luc. I’d hate to have to go to battle myself. Counting a victory before you even meet the newest Warlord of Heaven” who no one was sure who it was, at least in hell, but they had all seen the morning star lightening the sky, had seen the herald of shooting stars that announced a new angel had ascended to rank of Warlord. “But let’s go, we better finish this soon enough.”He said finishing his drink, setting the glass aside, along with thoughts of the upcoming wedding in favor of the battle that was coming.
Yet....when they arrived, it was nothing he’d expected. The woman moving through the fight with hell’s residents moved as if space was standing still for her, the battle untouched by her presence as she felt the chaotic rage of battle frenzy beating at her. This had long ago been designated as the angels and demons personal battleground, that space between where they could meet as equals. Well. Almost equals, for there was no one currently on the field that could match General Chaos Morningstar in a battle fury, and where she walked, chaos followed. Raising her flame edged sword in silent salute when she saw the two demons who’d arrived, she grinned, losing herself in the fight to get to the lord of hell.
“You know, virgins in hell are sorta hard to come by. Especially when they’re Belial’s” Notorious Lord of Lust’s, , “Daughter.”Stryker said returning to the conversation at hand, sighing quietly thinking over the bride to be who was the much beloved daughter of a demon who sorta annoyed Stryker most days. “Don’t go under estimating Heaven’s forces Luc. I’d hate to have to go to battle myself. Counting a victory before you even meet the newest Warlord of Heaven” who no one was sure who it was, at least in hell, but they had all seen the morning star lightening the sky, had seen the herald of shooting stars that announced a new angel had ascended to rank of Warlord. “But let’s go, we better finish this soon enough.”He said finishing his drink, setting the glass aside, along with thoughts of the upcoming wedding in favor of the battle that was coming.
Yet....when they arrived, it was nothing he’d expected. The woman moving through the fight with hell’s residents moved as if space was standing still for her, the battle untouched by her presence as she felt the chaotic rage of battle frenzy beating at her. This had long ago been designated as the angels and demons personal battleground, that space between where they could meet as equals. Well. Almost equals, for there was no one currently on the field that could match General Chaos Morningstar in a battle fury, and where she walked, chaos followed. Raising her flame edged sword in silent salute when she saw the two demons who’d arrived, she grinned, losing herself in the fight to get to the lord of hell.