Chapter 3: Chapter 1: Endless Night(Conclusion)

—Dungeon—

Unforgiving the night can be, terrifying one can say. Within the deepest of abyss, fiends lurking around each end. Dark the surroundings are, foul it is as well. The moldy walls and damp air making it truly an unpleasant place to be. Torment residing in this place of sorrow, imprisonment for felons and nothing more. Cells on the right and left, and statues of the King aligning against the walls. Through that area, passing the many gates, a room hiding away deep within. That King entering the room with the commander at his side, both resting their eyes upon the brutality, devastating the sight is. Much more than this, seeing so many elites laying in pieces on the ground. A massacre upon these knights, horror still in the eyes of them all. Remains scattering everywhere, blood painting the surrounding walls, a truly sickening sight this is.

Feeling the presence of a sinister force, Blood Bane tightly gripping his blade. That King and commander looking down the pathway, passing the many pieces of statues. Glancing to the other, both nodding in agreement. Turning his attention onward, the King taking the lead, and the commander following behind. Entering through the room ahead, those eyes slightly widening. Wings of malevolence spreading afar, those dark feathers scattering upon the ground. Hair black as the night, long and far from pure, eyes a cold azure, armor of darkness in resemblance to the Nine Winged Seraph. Her vision upon the King, the mysterious being smirking, feeling proud of her work. Perhaps a wonderful timing this can be, those many no more than corpses on the ground. Those feathers burning away into a black mist, a death angel if nothing else.

"An angel...? No...those wings...you are no angel..." The King's expression stern upon the enemy.

An angel in appearance, those wings telling another story, humorous creatures she is thinking. Infinite in mystery the night is, a place where not even the most reserve will wish to be a part of. Horrors unimaginable, but even so, within this despair, a way going forward it can be for some. Corpses lining around, a heart reaching out. Enemies around every corner, emotions dancing in this game of chance that is life. Those eyes of the death angel calm upon her enemies, unwilling to identify herself either way.

"Oh? Hm hm, I am an angel, or should I clarify, part of one." She teases a bit.

A peculiar response, one part of an angel. Wings of darkness, eyes cold yet captivating. Chains dripping blood from the surroundings, impalement of many valiant men, rage building within the King and commander. This massacre all around, and the enemy does not even have the slight decency to clarify exactly what they are. An action of expectance in all reality, one that has their own agenda will no doubt wish to keep their identity a secret, such is the actuality of the world. Cruel it is, no matter which angle one might be looking.

"What is that supposed to mean? Better yet, why are you attacking?" Blood Bane questions a bit harshly.

"Oh, all part of the plan, I am searching for something of great importance." She informs, faintly smiling.

Pompous she is, that fallen one having a plan, her desire deep within. This pressure extending from the death angel, that staff swirling around the souls of the dead. Torment echoing off of the surrounding walls. The King moving a step back, this sickening stench of death becoming even worse. That aroma lingering high in the air, the foul odor trapping inside of the room. Disgusting this is, even so, this is the harsh reality of battle. To endure the horrid stench, this is a must, otherwise the enemy is already claiming victory.

"And that is...?" the presence of this woman unnerving the King.

"It is none of your business." She brushes him off.

Once again, that arrogant woman building rage within the King, even more than earlier. Entering into his home, killing his men, this much she is at least owing him. Blood Bane trying to settle himself, but that is doing no good. An enemy she is, and one possibly far above his standing. No matter so, at this point, there is no hope without dealing with the threat at hand. The night truly of many horrifying encounters, a place of torment. Despair lingering within the depths of it, light no longer existing, only darkness.

"Did you kill all of those men along the borderline?!" deep anger extending from the voice of the King.

The fallen angel floating back and forth for a bit, thinking on her response. Indeed that event is much too familiar, the one pursuing her out in that madness. Despite that little show, there is no doubt in her mind that a certain someone might still be out there. Even so, it is mattering little really. To reclaim what she is believing to be rightfully her own, this is of importance. Desires far inside, that will to reach out burning from the depths. That death angel facing the King and commander, giving them her response.

"Perhaps I did, perhaps not."

Her expression becoming a bit more serious now, the fallen one directing a staff burning in malevolence. A dark crescent moon weapon, those souls of the damned screaming out. Many victims suffering inside of the weapon, their voices echoing through the room. A horrifying chill running down the spine of the King and commander, darkness crushing down on the area, making it harder to see. Those wings of malevolence thickening by the moment, her eyes locking onto her targets ahead.

"I believe now it is time for you both to eternally rest." Her voice exerting a bit of ferocity.

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The King and commander feeling an immense pressure surrounding them, an enemy no doubt from a place far from their own. That commander rushing in front of Blood Bane, firmly holding his stance, trying to resist the influence all around. Malevolence slowly circling the area, those many voices bouncing off of the walls. A night of torment, hope slowly going away by the moment. Even so, this will to continue on burning inside of the two.

"Sire! Stand back!" the voice of the commander protruding such desperation.

That commander rushing at the enemy, the fallen one calmly floating in place. No matter the enemy at hand, this much is of expectance. Humans are capable of standing against the greatest of threats, but that is all. In the end, they are merely so, humans and nothing more. The commander closing in, his blade striking at the death angel. Raising her staff, repelling the assault with a single sweep. That man stepping away, the impact devastating upon him. This pressure being something much beyond his experience, truly this entity is from the realm of the gods.

"Gyah...!!"

His body vibrating from the impact, his hands trying to hold his weapon steady. That fallen angel flying back a bit, landing upon the ground. Those azure eyes resting upon the two ahead, her wings expanding far. The death angel holding her weapon back, intense negative energy spiraling around her staff, the force of the power rapidly building. This pressure crashing down upon the King and commander, this darkness crushing at their throats. It is now or never, one final chance in turning the battle. That King well in awareness that magic must take time in order to reach its potential, this being the silver line in it all. With the glimmer of his eyes, Blood Bane seizing this opportunity, directing his blade forward.

"Now!" the King commanding.

Both the commander and the King charging at their foe, witnessing an opening that can very well shift the tide of the battle. A smirk coming to the enemy's face, that fallen one motioning her weapon onward. Those two charging at the death angel, her staff lunging forward. A devastating wave of electrical energy rushing through, ripping away at the surrounding area. The King and the commander immediately stopping, shielding themselves. That assault colliding into them at a devastating force, those two desperately trying to resist the assault. Their skins burning away by the moment, a deep darkness enveloping both the King and the commander. Those lives silencing almost immediately, truly this being the power of those so high. The area lightening, rubble scattering in each direction. The fallen one looking upon the pitiful state of the room, a sigh escaping her. That death angel ascending just above the ground, floating in place.

"Humans are pesky as always, now back to the job at hand."

A slight detour one can say, while it is of an annoyance, this no less of expectance. A light shimmering from behind, the fallen one turning her attention towards it. A crystal floating from ahead, beautiful it is in this depressing night. Flying up to the object, her staff burning in darkness. This being one of many steps to take in a long line to come, a night of turmoil it is. Selfishness at the core, to see those desires through to the end.

"I suppose it is time to start my search." She faintly smiles.

That death angel striking the crystal with her weapon, the staff crashing against her target. Light stretching in each direction, that object of such beauty shattering into pieces, parts of the crystal scattering upon the ground. With the crystal no more, a pleasant feeling coming over her, having finally set into place the beginning of the end. Infinite in desires, the night capable of fulfilling anything one can wish for. A truly horrifying place to be, but also much to gain as a result.

"This is going to be a rather long night—" she turns, looking up.

"—are you coming, Cyra?" she calmly questions.

"Hm hm, possibly not, you were always the weaker one."

A bit of sympathy in her tone, that fallen one casting away those emotions. Despite those words, doubt of littleness inside of her. That one from so far below continuously pursuing, no matter how far she must go. Hearts uniting underneath the twilight, horror around each corner. Even if the morrow is but a somber one, desires reaching out. Facing away, the death angel flying onward, heading deeper into the endless night.