Starlit leaves (Drewey)

OoC: Ok as you know Ill be using Mesfido, links in sig.

A huge forest sat, enclosed between to snow covered mountaintops. The starlit night sky made the canopy glow a peaceful silver. The birds sung their merry lullabies. Amid this entire cheerful atmosphere a very uncheerful angel lay silent.

Mesfido’s mind was as always passing through the memories of his past acts. A tiny squirrel came up to him and climbed up his left arm. It started talking to him, and as an angel he understood it.

“There’s someone behind that tree there. He’s watching you.”

Mesfido quietly thanked the small creature. Slowly he lifted himself from his seat and got ready to take flight. He hated being seen, especially by the humans he had wronged so many times.

He stretched his huge wings and began to lift himself into the cool night sky.

A loud cry called him back.

It was an angel—a very strange angel, none like Hashem had ever seen. He sat quietly behind a large oak, taking great precautions to breathe as quietly as possible, not wanting to be heard. The angel was on the other side of the tree, just sitting there, for a reason unknown to Hashem.

The small chirp and chatter of a tiny squirrel interrupted Hashem’s thoughts. Holding his breath, he slunk his back to the tree, as still as a cadaver. Suddenly, Hashem heard a tiny whisper and the rustling of graceful wings. The angel, or so he assumed, was making a getaway.

Hashem had no idea why he was infuriated, but he leapt out from behind the tree and bellowed as he saw the angel’s silhouette against the night sky, “You! Stop!”

The angel made no notion of turning around to see who was calling him. Cracking his knuckles, Hashem hopped up with great force to the nearest tree branch and dashed through the trees, bounding from branch to branch. A hair away from grabbing onto the angel’s wings, he lost his footing and fell over sideways.

Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. Knowing that he would never catch the angel if he didn’t stop it now, he followed his instincts and whipped out his sleek blade, flinging it within half a second. It whizzed through the air with a barely audible whistle—however, the cry that came because of it was at least one thousand times louder.

The machete had pierced the angel’s whiter wing, and sent him into a wave of pain. His mournful cry was sickening and saddening, as he attempted to land peacefully on the ground. This was no ordinary human, if it was even one at all.

Mesfido ignored the distant cry, he want to leave as quickly as possible. He heard a soft thud as someone landed on a nearby tree branch. The watcher was pursuing him.

“Typhon Massa.”

Mesfido said the incantation silently to himself. He directed a small blast of wind at his pursuer. He heard a loud crash as the man fell through the tree branches. Satisfied that he had lost the human he continued on.

A jagged blade pierced his left wing. He cried out in pain. He felt Venalis gaining control. He began to fall from the sky, the pain of his wound and the concentration of trying to recontain Venalis caused him to enter a spiral dive back towards the soft forest floor.

He pulled out of the dive with seconds to spare. The man began to approach him. Mesfido lay shivering on the floor blood staining his left wing. He covered his face from the man.

“Be gone! You know not what you do! Flee! Flee from here!”

Mesfido grabbed the blade from his wing and pulled. He screamed out from the pain. The birds in the forest became silent. He tossed the blade back to the feet of his assailant. The man still approached. Mesfido rose to his feet, his left wing seemed limp.

“I said BE GONE! Be gone if your life is what you value!”

Hashem stared intently at the angel with the bloody wing, his eyes as cold as could be. The angel shook violently, as if he was containing something. His knuckles were death white, and his teeth were clenched.

“Go, now, I beg of you!”

Hashem kept his glare, plastering his eyes to the angel like glue. “No. Why did you run from me?” He took a menacing step towards the angel.

The angel began to shake even more violently, and took a step back. “N-none of y-y-your bus-business…” he uttered in a distorted way, struggling to let the words out of his mouth.

“Whenever someone says that to me, I get the feeling that it is my business. And sir, I see a clean wing. Would you like me to redden that up for you too?”

There was an awkward moment of silence, and Hashem kept his glare as he reached down to draw his second sword, twirling it in his hand. He ran his finger along the blade, and blood oozed out. Holding it up for the angel to see, he grinned with a malefic expression and wiped it on his cheek. It left a trail that would bring goose bumps to even the bravest person’s skin.

The angel shuddered at the horrific sight, not out of fear but out of the mental strain of trying to force Venalis back into the depth of his mind. He could feel him, inches from the surface.

A cold cold wind blew through the shining leaves of the vast forest. A whisper travelled on that cold northern wind.

“Let it loose Tueor. Let it loose, you know you want to.”

Silently the demonic Celina materialized behind the bulky angel. She placed her pale hands on his massive shoulders, her lips near his ear. She whispered softly to him.

“Come on Tueor; remember those feelings, those feelings of power rushing through your veins. Lust, envy all those beautiful sins, let them course through your veins once more.”

The silent angel’s concentration seemed to waver, his eyes lit up momentarily but they quickly returned to normal. He turned on the darkened angelwoman that stood behind him. He lashed out at her with the back of his hand, it passed right through her.

“Leave me you horrible demon! - Disappeared to the pits of hell from which you came! Leave me be! - I have no time for your trickery, you wicked temptress!”

The tanned man that was Mesfido’s attacker watched in confusion this whole time. He hadn’t a clue what was happening. Celina was cloaked from his eyes.

“Quit your babbling you coward! Turn and face me!” Hashem’s rage was building. The heat around him began to increase.

The two angels ignored him.

“Come on Tueor, look at this fool, he taunts you. Show him your ultimate strength. Show him the power that is hidden within you.”

The pale skinned angel pushed herself up against Mesfido’s tense body. She passed her hand across his bare chest. His eyes flickered once more. The angelwoman’s slender hand passed on to his damaged wing.

“What’s this? - The mighty Tueor wounded. What weakness. I expect more from you Tueor.”

She pressed her hand against the wound. A dark light began to spread through her hand and onto the feathery surface of the wing.

Mesfido screamed out in pain. His entire being burning as the demon’s energies flowed into his blood stream. His eyes flashed. An immense blue light burst out from his eye sockets, his body rose into the air. Slowly the wound began to close. The light vanished, his eyes now shone with a dark evil light. The angel’s right hand grasped Celina’s demonic wrist. She screamed out in pain.

Hashem watched this entire scene, completely clueless. All he had seen was the blue light flashing from Mesfido’s hooded eyes.

Mesfido, or rather Venalis lifted Celina’s body into the air, draining her energies.

“I must thank thee witch. Thou hast released me. This would be a perfect time to settle old scores but there are more pressing matters at hand.”

With that Venalis tossed the demonic angel into a nearby tree. With a short evil laugh she disappeared, travelling once more on the cold northern wind.

Venalis turned his attention back on his assailant. Hashem took a small step backwards as his eyes met those of the evil Venalis. Even a man of Hashem’s stature could be intimidated by those eyes, but only briefly, he quickly regained his composure.

“Now pitiful human I don’t believe I have repaid you for the damage you did to my wing.”

Venalis drew the mighty sword of the pact from its sheath, its coloured gems flashed in the moonlight. The angel swiftly lifted himself into the air and flew straight towards human. The man stayed put, unflinching.

OoC: Ok I think we've probably set it up quite well.

The angel, sword outstretched, plummeted towards Hashem, unflinching. Hashem kept his stare on the man, coldly plastering his hazel eyes to the angel. He could sense him getting closer.

Whoosh. The angel swung his sword at such an angle as to cut of Hashem’s head. However, Hashem immediately dodged it, flipping his two blades out of their sheaths and grazing the edge of Venalis while pushing it back, pouring as much strength as he could into the effort. Venalis slowed, and Hashem pulled his blades backwards, letting go. He twirled around and thrust his burning forearm, the one that was covered in black flames, into the angel’s back. The angel grunted. Hashem was back around in a second to retrieve his blades that had jammed themselves into the soft and damp earth.

With a mocking and smug expression, Hashem spun his blades artfully in his hardened and callused hands, while staring at the angel. “That was too easy. Is that all you got, coward?”

The dark angel took the blow with little hesitation. He was sizing up his opponent. He knew that this man was faster than him, much faster but speed isn’t everything.

The massive being sheathed his huge cruel sword. He slowly and softly closed his left fist, it began to glow a dim green colour; the forest leaves began to rustle in the wind.

“You should learn to watch your mouth, you never no who you may be insulting. There can be dire consequences.”

Slowly Venalis began to walk towards the tanned mysterious man, his hands stretched out nearly as if in embrace. A cruel smirk came across his twisted face. Hashem held his ground, his blades clasped tight in his firm grip.

“Tell me human, what is that drives you? What is it that makes you fight? What is your purpose?”

The angels to eyes fixed on the human’s hazel ones, his gaze piercing right into his mind.

“What is it that makes me fight? Why don’t you stop asking questions and y see for yourself.”

Hashem’s legs lowered, his body tensed.

“Not a talker then? Well in that case I shall tell you what it is that makes me fight.”

Venalis’s eyes left the Persian’s and wandered towards the starlit sky.

“Look around you, what is it that you see? I see a darkness complete apart from these tiny little specks of light scattered here and there. I see shadow covering every inch of this earth, I see the darkness in the hearts of man, but then, within all this darkness I see this pitiful weak resistance of light, burning dimly against our onslaught. Where ever this light is it puts up this feeble loosing fight but still it continues. –My reason is to cover this light, to remove its taint from the beautiful dark.
Young man I believe I see a lot of that light with you.”

With those deep words the angel turned this view back to the man, his left hand now shone an intense bright green, the bind blew, the leaves whistled. The angel’s enormous left hand shot forward.

“Typhon!”

The air about Hashem’s feet began to spin rapidly, and then with one lightening quick whirl it launched his body several feet into the air. Quick as a flash the fallen angel’s cruel sword was free of its sheath once more. The angelic being and his immense weight he rushed at the dazed man.

“Swish”

The blade swung by the man’s head, slicing the tips of his hair off in the quick swing. Gravity took its effect and Hashem’s body began the descent back to earth.

“Smack”

A vicious fist caught the man in the middle of the spine. He was sent toppling head over heels towards a nearby tree.

“Like I said you should watch what you say, you never know what might come of it.”

Hashem grumbled and let out a menacing crack in his voice, begining to get very ticked off. Righting himself, he put his feet to the ground and skidded to a halt, losing his breath for a second after being rammed into a tree. His blade sunk deep into the trunk, and he pulled it out, quickly wiping it off with his hand.

The anger within him ignited. His swords went up in flames, radiating a wild and insane glow onto the surrounding life. They cast eerie shadows that would have made him shiver, had he been paying attention.

Charging at the oblivious angel, Hashem plummeted into the angel's head, fist first. It struck with a heavy thwack, jolting an inhumane thrill through the immortal. With his other hand he was ready and poised to slice the same wing, but fumbled slightly, only hitting the top instead of the center.

Flipping his blades back around as to have them both hand in hand, he slammed the angel's head into a tree, supporting himself by standing on the angel's harmed wing. The tension was rising, heavily.

The angel’s head spun. His sight went for a single second, readjusting quickly. He looked around for the small man. Trees, trees, trees, trees, where the hell was he……..

“Excuse me sir but is it me you’re looking for?”

The playful brown eyes of the tanned man peered out from atop the angel’s wing. Crack! His fist crashed full force into the sinister right side of Venalis’s thick face. The impact felt like that of a trunk against an enormous brick wall.

“What the…”

Hashem earned himself a massive blunt fist into his gut. The force knocked him into the air, the wind leaving his stomach on impact. He sailed through the canopy, his back cracking off sharp tree branches on the way up; he was closely followed by the gigantic Venalis.

The forest shook.

The little human man lay, imprinted, against tree trunk, a fist around his neck. He could feel the energy begin to leave him as the huge right hand of Venalis clasped his neck, the cruellest most sadist laugh breaking the smirk coating his face.

OoC: So how do you think Im doing so far? Any comments?

OoC: You're doing exceptionally well, Mr.Man. Sowwy for ze delay. ^^;;

Anger flared in Hashem's eyes, burning with the strength of one thousand suns. The grip around his neck tightened, but so empowered with anger, he didn't seem to feel it. His hand shot up and struck Mesfido in the face.

Mesfido didn't even flinch.

Hashem's forearm, now burning as heavily as his beady eyes, burst up in flames. He struck Mesfido again. The heat only seemed to prickle his skin, but to Mesfido, it was almost the most intolerable thing he had ever felt.

"You incolent fool! You cannot win!" boomed Hashem, his voice ringing through the forest. It shook the ground. He pushed off the tree, and pummeld into Mesfido, pouring all of his energy into it. Mesfido stumbled backwards.

Hashem swung around, smashing Mesfido on the same cheek with his burning arm. The strength poured into it caused Mesfido to go plummeting into a tree, creating an indent.

Within seconds, Hashem's blades were whipped out and on fire. He held them up to Mesfido's neck, crossed.

"You dare to challenge me now?"

OoC: Sorry for the delay, Power Shot has been keeping me busy with training.

BiC:

Challenge you? I don't wish to challenge you, I wish to DESTROY you!"

The mighty fallen angel lifted his hand slightly and pointed his fingers towards Hashem.

"DISSIMULO TENEBRAE!"

A dark shadow erupted from the angel's fingertips quickly wrapping itself around Hashem's flaming body. A wicked smile spread across the face of Venalis as he watched the human's body turning black and cease to move. Venalis smacked his hard right fist into Hashem's motionless body sending it stiffly across the forest floor.

The angel walked slowly and powerfully towards the body lying still on the floor. Venalis placed his large foot on Hashem's chest pressing down with all his weight. The shadows surrounding the human's body evaporated to reveal Hashem's who was now gasping for breath. Venalis pressed his foot down harder.

"I think I'll toy with you for a bit longer, you deserve at least a fighting chance." The angel's foot lifted and then collided it with Hashem's side just below his ribs sending the Persian flying over the grass once more. Hashem was still gasping for breath.

Slowly Venalis walked over to where Hashem had landed. He bent down and placed his face next to Hashem's.

"I hope you like hell because that's where you're going,” the angel whispered menacingly in the man's ear. Venalis grabbed Hashem's leg within his powerful hands. With a horrible crunching the angel slammed the body against a nearby tree. Blood spat forth from Hashem's lungs. The angel continued slamming the man against the tree.

Finally he released him the battered body falling to the floor. The angel drew his blade and pointed it Hashem's neck.

“Now die!”