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The Story:

Years ago, the same time that the world was under great threat, the Angels had risen out of the Heavens. The Alchemists stumbling upon the earth and what they could do defied what the Gods could allow a human to do. The battle between Angels and Alcemists began. Lasting for years, until one day, the Alchemists were outnumber, no longer able to fight. The Angels gained victory, they banished the Alechemists from residing on earth. It was until now, however, a young Alchemist by the name of Hermes, escaped from the depths of his banishment and returned to earth. A young Angel, a young Mark, had been sent to earth to protect it and take care of Hermes.

The Angel whom had been protecting Earth was absent from her post and unable to fulfill her duties, while her heart was torn between the two. Therefore, the Angel, whom had once been so respected upon the Heaven's was made a Fallen for her attachement to an Angel and an Alchemist.

Yet again the battle has begun, who's side will prevail this time? What's at the heart of each male in the fight? What's the purpose of the fight, saving Earth, again, or the Fallen Angel?

Mark nodded as the order was given. This Hermes was supposedly one of the most dangerous Alchemists of the old age. Mark was considered a fallen angel, though he kept a careful grip on his dark side and so was admitted back into the holy order. He was forbidden from releasing the demon within for fear that he would not be able to supress it once it had come out.

He stepped to the pool and dropped down into it, falling like a star in the night sky, though the sun stood brightly in the sky. Mark landed on the other side of the fountain, his wings curled around his knelt form. A long blade extended back into his wings where he held the hilt. He stood slowly, his hair blowing out and his piercing blue eyes instantly fixed on Hermes.

"Hermes Trismegistus, you have been judged and banished once from the face of the earth for crimes committed against the Gods and their Angels. How you have returned thus to the earth is of little consequence. You are not permitted to remain. Return as you came with no damage to Earth or her Guardian Angel."

Mark had stood as Hermes approached, not for a single moment buying into his act. He took flight as he saw the alchemist's hand start up. "Why am I so little surprised you choose to do things the hard way?" He called out to the man. "There were so many better options for you... well, at least one better option." He drew his blade up and slashed down towards Hermes. The line his blade took as he slashed lit up with white energy as it made its arc. The arc of energy was speeding towards Hermes as soon as the arc was completed. Mark seemed to remain there in the air, watching the attack make its way towards the alchemist. "An attack has been made on a member of the Holy Order of Ancients. Sentence... damnation in the face of immortality." His eyes narrowed and he seemed to shimmer slightly before solidifying again.

The unlit bomb flew through Mark's form which disappeared soon after as another arc came at him on ground level to his right. "As are you alchemists, assuming rank and order are little more than clothes to be changed at will." Mark's voice was loud and clear. He stood between two buildings in an alleyway that held enough shadow to make him almost indistinct. The voice echoed again from his left side. "You carry with you only death for a companion whilst I carry the voice of an Angel, forever echoing within me, and the voices of the gods filling me with holy might." Mark's form was indistinct here too, again hidden by the shade of buildings.

His dark blue eyes bored hard into Hermes' countenance, memorizing each line and texture, documenting each movement and the ease of motion. He would not lose this fight. The darker presence was there as well, hiding beneath the surface. Anthony lurked in the background, searching, waiting for a chance to spring to the forefront.