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ï»¿A Timeless War

Prologue

    "You dare to fail me at your task?" A booming voice filled the darkness, surrounding a ring of fire in which a being stood, ice covered shackles clamped to their wrists.

"It couldn't be helped, your General was weak." The being spoke firmly, eyes that shimmered like a wild cat's eyes at night, stared ahead at the darkness. Each breath he took came out in whisps of cool air as the even colder bit at his exposed skin.

"SILENCE!" The voice boomed, before a whoosing sound preceded a gust of wind blew back the male's braided hair, but he didn't flinch. By now, two glowing red eyes appeared in the darkness beyond, seeming to hover hight above the black wall. "I ordered you to protect the stronghold, and you let it fall." A loud growl of displeasure echoed through out.

The chained being looked up at the eyes defiently. "As I said, 'your' general was weak and he fell before the Angels, I..."

  "I said Silence!" The entity bellowed, the area shook as the eyes drew closer until the flickering fire cast it's glow on the stone-covered eye sockets, yet no light shone on the whole face and just left the red eyes being seen. "I grow tired of your insolence, Makarek!"

  Then being known as Makarek stood there, just as defient as ever against the immense force before him. He didn't seemed bothered by the rumbling walls or the edge of the rockface he stood on that seemed to crumble at the edge with each revirberation of the area. Soon, he felt something large poke his chest, and he glanced down to see the large claw attached to an equally larger finger, the black skin reflecting the firelight.

"Perhaps reigning in you defience would make a better demon out of you." The dark being said, his hot breath caressing the demon's face as he spoke.

Before Makarek had a chance to react, he felt a sharp pain tear through his chest as he heard bones breaking. It happened quickly, the tip of the claw easily piercing his body from the tremendous force the arm the claw was attached to. But it hadn't stopped there, even as he felt blood fill his mouth causing his to spat the iron-tasting liquid onto the claw which impaled him, Makarek felt something new. The dark being twisted the claw, snapping off a sliver of the claw within his body. There, it seemed to become alive inisde him, and start to force entrails into Makarek's blood veins and arteries. When he felt the claw finally withdraw, leaving a gaping hole in his chest that soaked the ground in the demon's blood.

  "Each time you fail me, it will consume your body. Fail me enough, and you'll joined the Damned in The Pits!" The dark entity spoke, the area shaking more as it drew back into the dark cavern. But this time, the shaking increased as the darkness below Makarek seemed to open up. Fire from the earth blasted its glow upwards, filling the nearby wall with flickering shadows thrashing about.

  Makarek didn't need to see these shadows to know what they were. He knew below the darkness srurrounding the Dark entity, was called The Pits; a place where those who have failed the Dark Lord were put. There, they stayed for enternity in a world of pain and torment amongst souls of mortals thought too impure for Heaven. They were there, thousands of them swimming in a river-like realm, thrashing and fighting those around in an attemp to reach the surface and become free, but to no avail. Their screams were endless, but were silenced when the ground closed up over them once more.

"Now, begone Makarek! Your presence draws my patience." With that, another gust of wind blew through the area, blowing up black snow around. "Bariel! I sleep, take him where he needs to be." As the dark being spoke, the glowing eyes dispersed into the darkness, but all was not quiet.

  Now a new sound came into play; snow crunching under feet now broke the silence that fell over the area. Now the ground shook as the steps drew closer until the demon felt a towering presence loom over him. Turning around, Makarek came face-to-waist with a huge being that stood wider then he was. Craning his head back, he looked up to see the face, sporting a half-mask over the left side of the face, amonst scars and swirls of black ink. Something big smashed into the ground beside him, blowing the burning ring of fire out and plunging the room into an eriee darkness. Keeping his gaze on the glowing eyes above him, Makarek could only sense the large object move towards him, before the sharp impact caused his world to blacken.

(Hours later)

  Makarek's eyes opened with a start and he sat up quickly, greeted by a wave of pain from not only his chest, but his head as well. His hand clunched the spot the claw had pierced, feeling the wound had already closed, but he could feel something under his skin. Taking a claw of his own, he pressed it against the unknown object. Instantly, he felt it move and another wave of pain rack his body, causing him to cry out and fall backwards as fe felt something move further into his body. After a moment, it had stopped moving and the pain had begun to subside.

  Soon, his ears twitched at the jingle of metal keys rang out from the darkness before he heard the faint shuffling of feet. Slowly, Makarek regained his strength and sat up, his glowing eyes searching the darkness for the source of the sound being made. His eyes narrowed as he saw a cloaked figure, walking with a limp as it dragged is malformed and useless leg behind it. Makarek's nose scrunched up as his nostrils were assulted by the putred smell of death and disease that came off the dark figure as it approached the demon.

  "Time to join the Demons again." The being spoke, a hissing sound came from his tongue as he sounded the 's' in his words. "The Master says you can." With that, a hand with flesh rotting away to expose bone reached up and placed the key into the barred door. Turning it, they both heard the lock give way and the door groaned as it opened.

  Makarek stood up and watched the lesser demon move aside to let him out and, as he passed the smaller cloaked form, he could feel the demon's eyes look up at him with disgust. Makarek took care of this by giving the lesser demon a sharp kick, sending  the cloaked form down the hall and the ring of keys to drop from his hand and cling onto the floor. With a sneer of pleasure from such an action, Makarek headed out the the dungeon he knew all too well.

He wondered the dark hallway that lead out, occassionally slumping against the hot walls. His body felt weird, not just from the foriegn object embedded in him or the headache he got from the knockout shot. It was his right arm that felt weird; it felt like his arm was on fire and something was burning him under his skin. With each step the burning grew until he clutched his arm to his side as he walked. By the time he reached the final door out of the 'prison', his arm had started shaking from the burning pain. With a sharp kick, Makarek nearly knocked the heavy door off it's hinges in an attempt to get out.

  The commotion drew the attention of every other demon in the vast space stretching out before him. Demons of all sizes and shapes stopped what they were doing and turned their eyes on him, some even shaking as what went for their eyes saw who had came out. Makarek's eyes, now losing the shimmer from the brighter lights, now stared at the demons with his own strange eyes. Slowly he made his way down the stairs that were carved into the earth and made his waythrough the crowd of demons, the ones closest moved out of his way...except for one.

  Makarek's eyes narrowed as he saw the hooved feet of the demon, four to be exact. This demon was much like a centuar; his bottom half of his body being that of a horse, four powerful legs with metal hooves stomped the ground. Patches of red showed battles scars over the powerful flanks that lead back to a small, whip-like tail. Kakrek glanced up, glancing over the muscled chest and broad arms that crossed them, up to the black eyes that stared at him.

"Look who it is." The demon snorted, his foreleg pawing the ground as he stood there. He uncrossed his arms and took a few steps towards Makarek, towering over the demon by a good foot and a half. "Guess you're not top shit in the underworld now." He reached down and gave the smaller demon a shove, his weakened state knocking him back a bit.

  "Acaris, do not test me." Makarek stated sharply, his tone causing nearby demons to quickly move away, forming a ring around the two.

"The Dark Lord has cursed you, stripped you of your weapons. Right now your just a Lesser demon like the others." Acaris said, walking so he circled Makarek, his hoofs kicking up ash with each step. "Why, your not even strong enough to take on an " With that, Acaris reared up on his front legs, and his back legs gave a sharp kick outwards.

  Makarek saw the kick coming, but he was still weak no react to it. He felt the armored hoofs slam into his back, the force amplified by the demonic strength, launched Makarek through the air. His body flew past the lesser demons before slamming into some, knocking them back with him. They landed with a thud on the ground and slide towards the edge of a nearby rockface. Makarek rolled sharply, digging his claws into the ground and scrapping to a stop. The two Lesser demon, were unable to do so and they disappeared over the edge before a momentary pause was disrupted by a spike of magma shot up and then fell back to the lower earth. It took a moment, but Makarek slowly managed to stand on his feet and look towards the demon that just kicked him.

  Acaris was standing a few yards down from him, pawing the ground with is foot and shifting his shoulders to loosen them up. He then held out his hand, and some demons brought him his weapon, a large lance with a skull for the guard. Taking it in his hand, he pointed the tip towards Makarek. "Let's see how strong you really are." With that, he gave a battle cry, reared up on his hind legs and then lunged forward. His hooves thundered against the rocks as he moved towards the smaller demon, aiming the tip of the lance at the center of the toned body. He breathed in pants, his charge reaching full speed.

  Makarek went to take a step to the side, but a surge of pain in his arm stopped him. Glancing down, his eyes widened at what he saw: from his elbow to his wrist was slashed by black blades that clearly came from within his arm. But there were more to these blades, they coiled around his forearm, coming out by his hand to extend further into a series of linked blades, making a barbed whip of black blades that were apart of his arm and exteded a good six feet from his body. But along with these blades, there was the pain. Makarek's eyes flew open, bearing his fangs as he cried out from the initial pan, before he clutched his bicept. His eyes grew fuzzy and he fought to focus them. When he finally regained his vision, the preceding events played out slowly in front of his eyes.

  As Acaris drew closer, pulling the lance back to add power with the forward thrust, Makarek felt his body react: steping forward, he threw his right arm forward, bearing through the pain from it. The result was the whip-like structure to lash outwards, the barbed blades along the links adding a unique usage. A burst of his old strength returned, and when he saw the links wrap aorund Acaris' legs, tangling them and forcing him forward, Makarek shot up into the air, dragging the excess links with him. A flick of his arm wrapped the bladed links around Acaris' neck and, when Makarek hit the ground behind Acaris' moving body, he grabbed a section of link near his arm and jerked sharply. The momentum of the huge centuar's body being propelled forward, plus the sudden jerk upon razor-sharp blades, effortlessly ripped through Acaris' body; his legs falling outwards, he head popping into the air as the rest of the blades ripped into the torso and propelled it too over the edge before ripping free.

  Makarek slowly stood up, stil holding the base of the 'whip' in his right hand, plus the section he grabbed for his attack. He saw his left hand slashed up, the blood flowing down his hand. But a smile grew on his lips as he further inspected the weapon. It was unlike his weapons, ones that were rumored to make him so strong that the Devil himself took the weapons from Makarek out of fear of their use on him. Despite the immense pain, Makaret started laughing as he as his eyes shimmered with blood lust as he turned his gaze to those around him.

"Which of you fuckers want to die next?" Makarek shouted at them, flicking his arm around his body so the whip tiwrled around his body like a shield of  blade, before he snapped them down, causing the tip of the whip to connect with the decapitated head of Acaris, further splitting the lifeless garbage in half and causing the others to back away further. "Thought so." Still weakened and the weapon out, Makarek made his way to where he was going before he was, the blades clinked along the ground as he went.

  Lifting his arm, Makarek looked at the part of the weapon that srpouted from his arm. 'I can use this, it's not so...ARGH!' Makarek gripped his bicept again, knowing his forearm held the razor blades. But as he held it, he watched as the tenticle-like weapon withdrew into his. He felt the links move up his arm under the skin, but the blades seemed to fuse with his skin to become black swirls along his arm. As the pain started to subside, Makarket held his quivering arm. 'Fucking thing is painful.' He thought to himself, tasting the copperish taste of his own blood as he realized he bit his own lip in the flash of pain. With what strength he had, Makarek left the room, followed by the eruption of noise from the others.

(Days Later - Earth, Night Time)

  Makarek sat atop the roof of a skyscraper, the cool wind blowing is braided hair about. The gargoyal head he sat on allowed him to see the lights of the city below. He was some hundred or more floors above the road, his silver eyes shimmering a moment in the moonlight as he watched the small dots of the people and cars below.

'Look at them, scurrying around like ants. Completely unaware of the war that rages on within their world.' Makarek said to himself. He closed his eyes and let his senses reach out, his ears listening for faint sounds of the world below. His pointed ears twitched, hearing the normally inaudible waves being sent out from communication towers. He listened to the voice of reporters talking of strange weather events around the world that were currently unexplained. 'Stupid humans, you'd never know.' Makarek sneered at them, his eyes flying open. He smelled something strange in the air, coming from near by and he shifted to a crouch on the gargoyal as he sniffed the air some more.

  A growl escaped his throat when he recognized the smell; it was an Angel. He didn't know the owner's scent, unlike other's whom he's grown accustomed to telling their scents apart, but it was an angel nonetheless. That's when he spoted it, a shimmer of light in the sky off in the distence. Makarek's eyes shifted from round pupils into verticle slits as his demon blood rushed through him, his eyes focusing on the object until he could see the source of the light. It appeared through the clouds and as it neared the city, the light dimmed. Still, Makarek's eyes allowed him to see the shimmering gold locks and the white wings that were armored to match the female Angel's armor.

Makarek watched as the Angel flared it's wings and started it's flight path on a new course...in the direction Makarek was at. The demon sank back into the shadows, but allowed himself to see the Angel as she drew near, her celestrial sword strapped to her back. Makarek knew the Angels' armor gave them a cloak over mortal eyes, as long as their light is not shining so Angels who often fly under the clouds were those of the warrior class, the Archangels. They were the real soldiers of the Angel race, brandishing weapons of light and fire used to slay demons. While considered be on the lower of the Three Spheres of Heaven, they were still held in high regard for their skills and protecting humans and keeping faith alive in them. Because of the war, many Angels were gaining the rank of Archangel but few of them deserved the title...like the Angel he saw, a mere footsoldier of Heaven.

  Makarek growled again, knowing the Angel drew close he was required as a Demon to attack the enemy. It was, after all, a war and each side would not hesitate to remove soldiers from their enemie's supplies. He felt the burn in his arm as the blades sprung up through his skin, and he grasped the arrow-shaped tip and pulled. More links formed and tore free from his skin as he drew the weapon out. It had been a short while since he got his powerful weapon, and he had just learned to heal some so the blades didnt' take his own flesh and muscles with them as they came into existence. As he saw the Angel draw closer, her wings flapping to carry her forward through the air, he took a moment to glance around for a strike zone and when he found one he took a slow breath.

  Lights from below momentarily glinted off the metal of the Angel's armor, that's when the demon began his ambush: with two giant steps, he launched himself off the gargoy's head and off the edge of the building. Makarek fell, feeling the wind rush past him and the ground slowly began to grow closer. Twisting in the air, Makarek hurled the whip's end downwards, watching it pierce into a ledge. The chain grew taut, jerking his body upright and swing his body down and outwards before he felt the unholy blades break free of the cement, and he sailed through the air. As he once more started to fall, he saw the Angel's body shoot under him. This was the moment to strike!

  Makarek let our a small roar, causing the Angel to twist in mid-air to look up with wide eyes at the realization something was heading towards her with the intent to kill. Moments later, his body crashed into the Angel's, causing the feathery wings to fold around them as he drove the Angel towards the ground. Makarek's tragectory had knocked the Angel off her flight path, and after they tumbled through the air some more, both landed atop the roof of an abandoned building, shattering a hole in the roof and causing a loud commotion, which seemed to go unheard admist the bussling noice of the city.

The Angel managed to tear free, but her impact against a wood beam resulted in her feeling the bone in her wing snap, causing her to cry out momentairly, before her body hits the ground level of the large, hang-like storage building, tumbling along the dirty floor until she came stop a stop from the wall. As the sections of roof collapsed, kicking up large clouds of dust everywhere and rocking the area with a thunderous sound. It didn't take long for the concrete to fall and the area fall silent, soon a outline could be seen in the dust as they slowly stood up. Slowly, the Angel stepped forward, her one wing held close to her body which already sustained minor scratchs from the fall. Slowly her eyes, glowing a striking purple, scanned the area for the creature that attacked her, her hand slowly reaching up to reach for her weapon, pulling the shimmering blade from its scabbard and taking hold of the handle in both hands.

  The Angel stood there, unaware of the eyes that watched from the shadows a floor above. Something was different about this Angel, Makarek couldn't place what iit was. Angels were taught to fight to the end, for the glory of the Heavens. But this one was different, he could tell the only reason the young Angel wasn't running was her wing was broken and she couldn't fly. As for walking out, she knew the threat still lingered and was waiting to strike.

'Where is it?' The Angel asked herself, he urple eyes scanning around. She knew a demon attacked her, what else could survive a fall like that but an Immortal. The problem was, it was just her and with no way to to call for reinforcements, she would need to find a way to eliminate the threat before she could continue with her objective. For a moment, he eyes shot down to her hip, relieved to see a pouch still strapped to her belt. 'Shit, this isn't good.' Thinking fast, she made a sharp dash towards the doors, in an attempt to get out into the open to where the Demon would have to face her on the ground.

  Sounds of rattling chainlinks rung out through the stillness, before the Angel felt something snag around her ankle brace, before a sudden jerk on the snare brought her crashing to the ground. Before she could recover, she felt her body get dragged back away from the door, and she struggled to grab hold of anything. When her armored hand caught a piece of steel, she grabbed it and with a twist of her body, used her blade to strike the weapon that held her, causing the blades to release and fly off into the shadows. Sneering, the Angel tried to get up, but when a burning feeling sliced across her cheek, causing blood to spill, she instantly fell backwards. She felt like a injured bird being played with by a predator, and her eyes desperetly searched for any sign of the assailent. She squinted, her eye blurring briefly as her broken wing twitched, sending a wave of pain through her tormented body.

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ï»¿A Timeless War

Prologue

    "You dare to fail me at your task?" A booming voice filled the darkness, surrounding a ring of fire in which a being stood, ice covered shackles clamped to their wrists.

"It couldn't be helped, your General was weak." The being spoke firmly, eyes that shimmered like a wild cat's eyes at night, stared ahead at the darkness. Each breath he took came out in whisps of cool air as the even colder bit at his exposed skin.

"SILENCE!" The voice boomed, before a whoosing sound preceded a gust of wind blew back the male's braided hair, but he didn't flinch. By now, two glowing red eyes appeared in the darkness beyond, seeming to hover hight above the black wall. "I ordered you to protect the stronghold, and you let it fall." A loud growl of displeasure echoed through out.

The chained being looked up at the eyes defiently. "As I said, 'your' general was weak and he fell before the Angels, I..."

  "I said Silence!" The entity bellowed, the area shook as the eyes drew closer until the flickering fire cast it's glow on the stone-covered eye sockets, yet no light shone on the whole face and just left the red eyes being seen. "I grow tired of your insolence, Makarek!"

  Then being known as Makarek stood there, just as defient as ever against the immense force before him. He didn't seemed bothered by the rumbling walls or the edge of the rockface he stood on that seemed to crumble at the edge with each revirberation of the area. Soon, he felt something large poke his chest, and he glanced down to see the large claw attached to an equally larger finger, the black skin reflecting the firelight.

"Perhaps reigning in you defience would make a better demon out of you." The dark being said, his hot breath caressing the demon's face as he spoke.

Before Makarek had a chance to react, he felt a sharp pain tear through his chest as he heard bones breaking. It happened quickly, the tip of the claw easily piercing his body from the tremendous force the arm the claw was attached to. But it hadn't stopped there, even as he felt blood fill his mouth causing his to spat the iron-tasting liquid onto the claw which impaled him, Makarek felt something new. The dark being twisted the claw, snapping off a sliver of the claw within his body. There, it seemed to become alive inisde him, and start to force entrails into Makarek's blood veins and arteries. When he felt the claw finally withdraw, leaving a gaping hole in his chest that soaked the ground in the demon's blood.

  "Each time you fail me, it will consume your body. Fail me enough, and you'll joined the Damned in The Pits!" The dark entity spoke, the area shaking more as it drew back into the dark cavern. But this time, the shaking increased as the darkness below Makarek seemed to open up. Fire from the earth blasted its glow upwards, filling the nearby wall with flickering shadows thrashing about.

  Makarek didn't need to see these shadows to know what they were. He knew below the darkness srurrounding the Dark entity, was called The Pits; a place where those who have failed the Dark Lord were put. There, they stayed for enternity in a world of pain and torment amongst souls of mortals thought too impure for Heaven. They were there, thousands of them swimming in a river-like realm, thrashing and fighting those around in an attemp to reach the surface and become free, but to no avail. Their screams were endless, but were silenced when the ground closed up over them once more.

"Now, begone Makarek! Your presence draws my patience." With that, another gust of wind blew through the area, blowing up black snow around. "Bariel! I sleep, take him where he needs to be." As the dark being spoke, the glowing eyes dispersed into the darkness, but all was not quiet.

  Now a new sound came into play; snow crunching under feet now broke the silence that fell over the area. Now the ground shook as the steps drew closer until the demon felt a towering presence loom over him. Turning around, Makarek came face-to-waist with a huge being that stood wider then he was. Craning his head back, he looked up to see the face, sporting a half-mask over the left side of the face, amonst scars and swirls of black ink. Something big smashed into the ground beside him, blowing the burning ring of fire out and plunging the room into an eriee darkness. Keeping his gaze on the glowing eyes above him, Makarek could only sense the large object move towards him, before the sharp impact caused his world to blacken.

(Hours later)

  Makarek's eyes opened with a start and he sat up quickly, greeted by a wave of pain from not only his chest, but his head as well. His hand clunched the spot the claw had pierced, feeling the wound had already closed, but he could feel something under his skin. Taking a claw of his own, he pressed it against the unknown object. Instantly, he felt it move and another wave of pain rack his body, causing him to cry out and fall backwards as fe felt something move further into his body. After a moment, it had stopped moving and the pain had begun to subside.

  Soon, his ears twitched at the jingle of metal keys rang out from the darkness before he heard the faint shuffling of feet. Slowly, Makarek regained his strength and sat up, his glowing eyes searching the darkness for the source of the sound being made. His eyes narrowed as he saw a cloaked figure, walking with a limp as it dragged is malformed and useless leg behind it. Makarek's nose scrunched up as his nostrils were assulted by the putred smell of death and disease that came off the dark figure as it approached the demon.

  "Time to join the Demons again." The being spoke, a hissing sound came from his tongue as he sounded the 's' in his words. "The Master says you can." With that, a hand with flesh rotting away to expose bone reached up and placed the key into the barred door. Turning it, they both heard the lock give way and the door groaned as it opened.

  Makarek stood up and watched the lesser demon move aside to let him out and, as he passed the smaller cloaked form, he could feel the demon's eyes look up at him with disgust. Makarek took care of this by giving the lesser demon a sharp kick, sending  the cloaked form down the hall and the ring of keys to drop from his hand and cling onto the floor. With a sneer of pleasure from such an action, Makarek headed out the the dungeon he knew all too well.

He wondered the dark hallway that lead out, occassionally slumping against the hot walls. His body felt weird, not just from the foriegn object embedded in him or the headache he got from the knockout shot. It was his right arm that felt weird; it felt like his arm was on fire and something was burning him under his skin. With each step the burning grew until he clutched his arm to his side as he walked. By the time he reached the final door out of the 'prison', his arm had started shaking from the burning pain. With a sharp kick, Makarek nearly knocked the heavy door off it's hinges in an attempt to get out.

  The commotion drew the attention of every other demon in the vast space stretching out before him. Demons of all sizes and shapes stopped what they were doing and turned their eyes on him, some even shaking as what went for their eyes saw who had came out. Makarek's eyes, now losing the shimmer from the brighter lights, now stared at the demons with his own strange eyes. Slowly he made his way down the stairs that were carved into the earth and made his waythrough the crowd of demons, the ones closest moved out of his way...except for one.

  Makarek's eyes narrowed as he saw the hooved feet of the demon, four to be exact. This demon was much like a centuar; his bottom half of his body being that of a horse, four powerful legs with metal hooves stomped the ground. Patches of red showed battles scars over the powerful flanks that lead back to a small, whip-like tail. Kakrek glanced up, glancing over the muscled chest and broad arms that crossed them, up to the black eyes that stared at him.

"Look who it is." The demon snorted, his foreleg pawing the ground as he stood there. He uncrossed his arms and took a few steps towards Makarek, towering over the demon by a good foot and a half. "Guess you're not top shit in the underworld now." He reached down and gave the smaller demon a shove, his weakened state knocking him back a bit.

  "Acaris, do not test me." Makarek stated sharply, his tone causing nearby demons to quickly move away, forming a ring around the two.

"The Dark Lord has cursed you, stripped you of your weapons. Right now your just a Lesser demon like the others." Acaris said, walking so he circled Makarek, his hoofs kicking up ash with each step. "Why, your not even strong enough to take on an " With that, Acaris reared up on his front legs, and his back legs gave a sharp kick outwards.

  Makarek saw the kick coming, but he was still weak no react to it. He felt the armored hoofs slam into his back, the force amplified by the demonic strength, launched Makarek through the air. His body flew past the lesser demons before slamming into some, knocking them back with him. They landed with a thud on the ground and slide towards the edge of a nearby rockface. Makarek rolled sharply, digging his claws into the ground and scrapping to a stop. The two Lesser demon, were unable to do so and they disappeared over the edge before a momentary pause was disrupted by a spike of magma shot up and then fell back to the lower earth. It took a moment, but Makarek slowly managed to stand on his feet and look towards the demon that just kicked him.

  Acaris was standing a few yards down from him, pawing the ground with is foot and shifting his shoulders to loosen them up. He then held out his hand, and some demons brought him his weapon, a large lance with a skull for the guard. Taking it in his hand, he pointed the tip towards Makarek. "Let's see how strong you really are." With that, he gave a battle cry, reared up on his hind legs and then lunged forward. His hooves thundered against the rocks as he moved towards the smaller demon, aiming the tip of the lance at the center of the toned body. He breathed in pants, his charge reaching full speed.

  Makarek went to take a step to the side, but a surge of pain in his arm stopped him. Glancing down, his eyes widened at what he saw: from his elbow to his wrist was slashed by black blades that clearly came from within his arm. But there were more to these blades, they coiled around his forearm, coming out by his hand to extend further into a series of linked blades, making a barbed whip of black blades that were apart of his arm and exteded a good six feet from his body. But along with these blades, there was the pain. Makarek's eyes flew open, bearing his fangs as he cried out from the initial pan, before he clutched his bicept. His eyes grew fuzzy and he fought to focus them. When he finally regained his vision, the preceding events played out slowly in front of his eyes.

  As Acaris drew closer, pulling the lance back to add power with the forward thrust, Makarek felt his body react: steping forward, he threw his right arm forward, bearing through the pain from it. The result was the whip-like structure to lash outwards, the barbed blades along the links adding a unique usage. A burst of his old strength returned, and when he saw the links wrap aorund Acaris' legs, tangling them and forcing him forward, Makarek shot up into the air, dragging the excess links with him. A flick of his arm wrapped the bladed links around Acaris' neck and, when Makarek hit the ground behind Acaris' moving body, he grabbed a section of link near his arm and jerked sharply. The momentum of the huge centuar's body being propelled forward, plus the sudden jerk upon razor-sharp blades, effortlessly ripped through Acaris' body; his legs falling outwards, he head popping into the air as the rest of the blades ripped into the torso and propelled it too over the edge before ripping free.

  Makarek slowly stood up, stil holding the base of the 'whip' in his right hand, plus the section he grabbed for his attack. He saw his left hand slashed up, the blood flowing down his hand. But a smile grew on his lips as he further inspected the weapon. It was unlike his weapons, ones that were rumored to make him so strong that the Devil himself took the weapons from Makarek out of fear of their use on him. Despite the immense pain, Makaret started laughing as he as his eyes shimmered with blood lust as he turned his gaze to those around him.

"Which of you fuckers want to die next?" Makarek shouted at them, flicking his arm around his body so the whip tiwrled around his body like a shield of  blade, before he snapped them down, causing the tip of the whip to connect with the decapitated head of Acaris, further splitting the lifeless garbage in half and causing the others to back away further. "Thought so." Still weakened and the weapon out, Makarek made his way to where he was going before he was, the blades clinked along the ground as he went.

  Lifting his arm, Makarek looked at the part of the weapon that srpouted from his arm. 'I can use this, it's not so...ARGH!' Makarek gripped his bicept again, knowing his forearm held the razor blades. But as he held it, he watched as the tenticle-like weapon withdrew into his. He felt the links move up his arm under the skin, but the blades seemed to fuse with his skin to become black swirls along his arm. As the pain started to subside, Makarket held his quivering arm. 'Fucking thing is painful.' He thought to himself, tasting the copperish taste of his own blood as he realized he bit his own lip in the flash of pain. With what strength he had, Makarek left the room, followed by the eruption of noise from the others.

(Days Later - Earth, Night Time)

  Makarek sat atop the roof of a skyscraper, the cool wind blowing is braided hair about. The gargoyal head he sat on allowed him to see the lights of the city below. He was some hundred or more floors above the road, his silver eyes shimmering a moment in the moonlight as he watched the small dots of the people and cars below.

'Look at them, scurrying around like ants. Completely unaware of the war that rages on within their world.' Makarek said to himself. He closed his eyes and let his senses reach out, his ears listening for faint sounds of the world below. His pointed ears twitched, hearing the normally inaudible waves being sent out from communication towers. He listened to the voice of reporters talking of strange weather events around the world that were currently unexplained. 'Stupid humans, you'd never know.' Makarek sneered at them, his eyes flying open. He smelled something strange in the air, coming from near by and he shifted to a crouch on the gargoyal as he sniffed the air some more.

  A growl escaped his throat when he recognized the smell; it was an Angel. He didn't know the owner's scent, unlike other's whom he's grown accustomed to telling their scents apart, but it was an angel nonetheless. That's when he spoted it, a shimmer of light in the sky off in the distence. Makarek's eyes shifted from round pupils into verticle slits as his demon blood rushed through him, his eyes focusing on the object until he could see the source of the light. It appeared through the clouds and as it neared the city, the light dimmed. Still, Makarek's eyes allowed him to see the shimmering gold locks and the white wings that were armored to match the female Angel's armor.

Makarek watched as the Angel flared it's wings and started it's flight path on a new course...in the direction Makarek was at. The demon sank back into the shadows, but allowed himself to see the Angel as she drew near, her celestrial sword strapped to her back. Makarek knew the Angels' armor gave them a cloak over mortal eyes, as long as their light is not shining so Angels who often fly under the clouds were those of the warrior class, the Archangels. They were the real soldiers of the Angel race, brandishing weapons of light and fire used to slay demons. While considered be on the lower of the Three Spheres of Heaven, they were still held in high regard for their skills and protecting humans and keeping faith alive in them. Because of the war, many Angels were gaining the rank of Archangel but few of them deserved the title...like the Angel he saw, a mere footsoldier of Heaven.

  Makarek growled again, knowing the Angel drew close he was required as a Demon to attack the enemy. It was, after all, a war and each side would not hesitate to remove soldiers from their enemie's supplies. He felt the burn in his arm as the blades sprung up through his skin, and he grasped the arrow-shaped tip and pulled. More links formed and tore free from his skin as he drew the weapon out. It had been a short while since he got his powerful weapon, and he had just learned to heal some so the blades didnt' take his own flesh and muscles with them as they came into existence. As he saw the Angel draw closer, her wings flapping to carry her forward through the air, he took a moment to glance around for a strike zone and when he found one he took a slow breath.

  Lights from below momentarily glinted off the metal of the Angel's armor, that's when the demon began his ambush: with two giant steps, he launched himself off the gargoy's head and off the edge of the building. Makarek fell, feeling the wind rush past him and the ground slowly began to grow closer. Twisting in the air, Makarek hurled the whip's end downwards, watching it pierce into a ledge. The chain grew taut, jerking his body upright and swing his body down and outwards before he felt the unholy blades break free of the cement, and he sailed through the air. As he once more started to fall, he saw the Angel's body shoot under him. This was the moment to strike!

  Makarek let our a small roar, causing the Angel to twist in mid-air to look up with wide eyes at the realization something was heading towards her with the intent to kill. Moments later, his body crashed into the Angel's, causing the feathery wings to fold around them as he drove the Angel towards the ground. Makarek's tragectory had knocked the Angel off her flight path, and after they tumbled through the air some more, both landed atop the roof of an abandoned building, shattering a hole in the roof and causing a loud commotion, which seemed to go unheard admist the bussling noice of the city.

The Angel managed to tear free, but her impact against a wood beam resulted in her feeling the bone in her wing snap, causing her to cry out momentairly, before her body hits the ground level of the large, hang-like storage building, tumbling along the dirty floor until she came stop a stop from the wall. As the sections of roof collapsed, kicking up large clouds of dust everywhere and rocking the area with a thunderous sound. It didn't take long for the concrete to fall and the area fall silent, soon a outline could be seen in the dust as they slowly stood up. Slowly, the Angel stepped forward, her one wing held close to her body which already sustained minor scratchs from the fall. Slowly her eyes, glowing a striking purple, scanned the area for the creature that attacked her, her hand slowly reaching up to reach for her weapon, pulling the shimmering blade from its scabbard and taking hold of the handle in both hands.

  The Angel stood there, unaware of the eyes that watched from the shadows a floor above. Something was different about this Angel, Makarek couldn't place what iit was. Angels were taught to fight to the end, for the glory of the Heavens. But this one was different, he could tell the only reason the young Angel wasn't running was her wing was broken and she couldn't fly. As for walking out, she knew the threat still lingered and was waiting to strike.

'Where is it?' The Angel asked herself, he urple eyes scanning around. She knew a demon attacked her, what else could survive a fall like that but an Immortal. The problem was, it was just her and with no way to to call for reinforcements, she would need to find a way to eliminate the threat before she could continue with her objective. For a moment, he eyes shot down to her hip, relieved to see a pouch still strapped to her belt. 'Shit, this isn't good.' Thinking fast, she made a sharp dash towards the doors, in an attempt to get out into the open to where the Demon would have to face her on the ground.

  Sounds of rattling chainlinks rung out through the stillness, before the Angel felt something snag around her ankle brace, before a sudden jerk on the snare brought her crashing to the ground. Before she could recover, she felt her body get dragged back away from the door, and she struggled to grab hold of anything. When her armored hand caught a piece of steel, she grabbed it and with a twist of her body, used her blade to strike the weapon that held her, causing the blades to release and fly off into the shadows. Sneering, the Angel tried to get up, but when a burning feeling sliced across her cheek, causing blood to spill, she instantly fell backwards. She felt like a injured bird being played with by a predator, and her eyes desperetly searched for any sign of the assailent. She squinted, her eye blurring briefly as her broken wing twitched, sending a wave of pain through her tormented body.