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Vincent shot her a dumb smile before raising his hands into the air almost as if surrendering" I give up" He turned on a heel and took a few steps before looking back over his shoulder and shooting aura a Smile" I got something I have to do, Night Sweet Cakes" with those final words he disappeared into thin air.

On a distant planet...

The evil devil Microsophtocles had broken the final seal on his cage, the largest montain on this distant planet, and is about the wreak havoc upon the fearflul citizens of this world. The local Devil warriors corps had fallen into disarray over the four centeries of the devil's absence, and no longer have the well trained champions to battle the fiend. The fires rage from the depths of the planet, and the earth trembles under the charge of the best. The primative malitia gather together to attempt to stop teh onslaught of destruction.

A six year old girl wonders into the path of the mighty fiend, and distracts Microsphtocles from his current rage of destruction. His devilish thoughts pondered how best to torture and devour the little girl. He smiles, and walks slowly towards the small child. She looks up at the ten foot tall pit fiend, and begins to cry. Microsphtocles roars with joy at the sight of the bewildered child. The taste of innocent flesh swirls in his mind, a treat he had not had in a great many years... Not since the last alliance of men and angels traped him in that infernal mountain...

Just as the fiend reaches to grasp the child, a flash of bright light catches his eyes. The song of AO pieces his ears. The fiend's most hated enemy appeared beside the girl, the Archangel Azaireal...

... Four Hundred years earlier....

"Now, Azaireal, taste defeat!" Microsphtocles bellows toward the disaared angel. Azaireal just swong his sword about wildly, not really heading the great fiend. "This will be a sweet victory, Aesomthideus will envy me for this kill!" The fiend's mighty flmaberge fell upon Azaireal with all the strength he could muster. The blade connected with Azaireal's head.

A mushroom cloud decorates the horizon, and when the smoke lifts, Azaireal has Ice Blade set firmly against the demons throat. In an outrage, the demon summons up the earth to crush them both, but only manages to bury himself. Az the mountain forms around the demon, Azaireal starts chantign a few wards, locks that will prevent the demon from escaping his earthly grave. For a time. Four enchantments are set...

... the present ...

"This time I will not be nice." Azaireal calmly promises the demon.

"If you could have killed me before you would have!" the Demon cries.

"Hell is too good for you, Fiend." Azaireal smiled as he pointed to the mountain, that now was little more than a hill.

"Banish me if you can but not before I ki..." Microsphtocles words were drowned by the blood that oozed into his throat. A single slice from Sun Blade has cut the devil throat in twan.

"Never threating children." Azaireal graped the demon's head and tossed Microsphtocles into the atmosphere, and flew into the sky to meet him. The demon's eyes widend as the pysonic blade emerged from Azaireal's wriste, a blade famed in Hell... "I favour children most."

The demon vaporised as Azaireal performed his dance, within an eyeblink, the demon was sliced to pieces.

The child cried until a friendly hand fell upon her shoulder, and pulled her close. She looked upon the blue eyes of her savour, and laughed. Azaireal smiled to the child, and walked her home. When the child was safe once more, Azaireal vanished, and returned to the court yard where he had left Aurahkah and Vincent.

"I took to long..." Azaireal told the lake, as he stood alone in the open air. He looked at his new sword, and laughed. "How many fiends you could have slain good blade, had only I made you many years ago..." Azaireal looked about and listened to the sound of the birds in a nearby tree.

Azaireal's nose twitches.

Sitting by the lake, watching nature unfold, listening to the chirping birds, sensing the far off dangers of the world, laughing at Michael's failed attempts to woo Silphina, enjoying every moment of the temporary peace.

Azaireal holds the locket in his hand...

Azaireal looked into her eyes and watched the colour fade. The sound of the approaching fiend grew with each moment, but Azaireal could not pull himself away from her...

The clawed hands pounded on the weak wooden door, shattering it into splinters. Azaireal still did not turn his head away from her, even now as she lay very still. Azaireal felt pain for the first time in his existance, his body felt as a mass of gelatneous gue, unable to hold it own shape. His leags were weak with a weight Azaireal had never felt before, his hands trembled...

The demon walk behind Azaireal and rose its mighty axe to cut the angel in half, and Azaireal still did not look away from her. The blade fell upon the angel's back, and knocked Azaireal forward. The demon, surpiressed by both the ease of the shot, and the total lack of blood, just froze, stuned by fear. Azaireal fell onto her body, and felt the energies diminish. Her body faded from sight, and Azaireal watched each moment of the transition. Her features faded into the soft bed upon which Azaireal had laid her.

The deomn struck again, and again, each time with less resolve than the last. The demon grew frenzied by the display of disintrest in his attacks, and the futility of those swings. Azaireal held the only possetion that she gave him, a locket... The demon's axe came increadibly close to that locket, had not Azaireal blocked the blow with his arm, it may have been damaged.

Azaireal spoke one word, and the demon was banished. WIth the distraction gone, and his love vanished, Azaireal sat by the bed, for a great long time...

Azaireal stopped dream, and realized he fell asleep again. He looked about the lake, only fifteen seconds... fifteen seconds of bliss...

"Some one stirrs?" Azaireal lifted his head from his dreary state. "I wonder who that might be..." Azaireal asks the birds. One chirps in response. "Is that so." The bird chirps twice. "I am to give you all of the 'yummies' in that room..." Azaireal points to the kitchen, "ANd you will tell me who it is?" The bird chirps again. "Ok." Azaireal stands and walks towards the kitchen.

Upon entry, he opens on of the reclusive cuboards, and extracts the tiny seeds. "These should do." Azaireal takes the seeds, and returns to the bird. The bird chirps for joy as Azaireal poors some of the seeds on the ground. "Who is it?" the bird chirps again, and Azaireal laughs. "A girl? Well, I did never ask for a name."

Azaireal, keen as ever, decides to go sit in the kitchen, and wait for event to unfold around him. He feels AO eyes more closely... Perhaps teleporting Little Angel was not such a good idea... How much did Azaireal directly influence what happened... He walked into the kitchen after tossing all the seeds to the birds. "I miss pixies..."

Darius, seeing Aura, suddenly jumped and went invisible, out of fright. Then, thanks so lack of food, actual sleep, and concentration, he popped visible again closer to Aura, and leaned against the wall, out of need for support. Sighing he lowered his head, "With all the noise I was making, you'd have probably heard me anyway. Actually, I'm looking to stay away from a few somethings."

Darius nodded his head as a small response, "Um, yea. I'm not sure what I can eat anymore and didn't think I should be around people." So I wouldn't kill them. Memories of what it used to be like with master came back. He couldn't eat whatever then either, it was only a slice of cheesecake, which he hadn't had in a while. "But I'll be leaving soon to take care of some business, so I need to get stronger, and obviously I can't control my power well on no food and little actually sleep." So I can kill the demon and be rid of him once and for all.