Oh right. I knew I was forgetting to post something here. First thing I saw this morning on Kotaku. I was hoping Beck would look a little...taller. Like X does in later sequels. Oh well, at least it seems there'll be some wall climbing of some sort! I'd really hate to see the series regress back to the original Megaman's level of movement(X series master race).
He had seen Regulus do this before. In fact, summoning all these demons was exactly what Soren wanted him to do. It would not have been any fun if he had not gotten the chance to warm-up first. Speaking demons was odd but outside of that there was nothing surprising about the outcome. "Hm. I'll be done with these things quickly." Soren readied himself just as shards rushed at him. He made no attempt to move. As they stuck to the walls and floor, having harmlessly passed by Soren he chuckled. He had teleported rapidly to almost the exact same spot he had been standing in. "Missed." Mist quickly wrapped around his hand and before any demon could reach him it had formed into a bladed whip. With a single swing multiple demons were killed before they even had a chance to fight. In the next instant he formed a blade in his free hand and cut down the first thing that tried coming up from behind. Soren vanished in the mist for a moment before more of the beasts could converge on him. Rather than teleport away to get some breathing room he reappeared in the middle of the hoard, ready to slaughter them. The weakest of the bunch went down first with Soren's deft blades while Regulus's own modified demons managed to fare better. Several managed to avoid being sliced in two or even survived it only to be put down soon after when Soren realized they were trying to hold him down. The few times they managed to scratch or bite him, the damage was minor. The second he felt something other than demon splatter he instinctively pulled away before they could do any real harm. He had no intentions of dragging the fight on with a bunch of demons. In the mess of battle Soren had not grown tired but rather he was invigorated. No matter how strong the demons were they only continued to serve as fodder. No, the excitement came from the thought of facing something far less mundane. Angels. Regulus had never been his target, his goal was set beyond him. "I told you I'd be done quick." Soren eyed the one remaining demon that he could see. It charged. He snapped his fingers as its chest burst open and died. A telekinetic bubble formed inside the demon and made to expand. A messy move that could not work on anything with the power to resist it but it made for a good demonstration. Soren took a deep breath and took a moment to brush himself off. Admittedly, it was a better warm-up than he thought it would be and he wasn't happy about it. He expected to come out totally unscathed but that had not happened. Instead of seconds he thought he would be able to dispatch of the hoard it took a good deal longer. He had improved but not enough. He had told Cal that they would stick together. That he would get them out. His whole short life had been spent getting stronger just to keep his promise. Soon after they left they had been brought back to Hell. Soren was tired of being weak and it was his turn to push back for once. He didn't need to kill Regulus. He needed to prove a point.
He had seen Regulus do this before. In fact, summoning all these demons was exactly what Soren wanted him to do. It would not have been any fun if he had not gotten the chance to warm-up first. Speaking demons was odd but outside of that there was nothing surprising about the outcome. "Hm. I'll be done with these things quickly." Soren readied himself just as shards rushed at him. He made no attempt to move. As they stuck to the walls and floor, having harmlessly passed by Soren he chuckled. He had teleported rapidly to almost the exact same spot he had been standing in. "Missed." Mist quickly wrapped around his hand and before any demon could reach him it had formed into a bladed whip. With a single swing multiple demons were killed before they even had a chance to fight. In the next instant he formed a blade in his free hand and cut down the first thing that tried coming up from behind. Soren vanished in the mist for a moment before more of the beasts could converge on him. Rather than teleport away to get some breathing room he reappeared in the middle of the hoard, ready to slaughter them. The weakest of the bunch went down first with Soren's deft blades while Regulus's own modified demons managed to fare better. Several managed to avoid being sliced in two or even survived it only to be put down soon after when Soren realized they were trying to hold him down. The few times they managed to scratch or bite him, the damage was minor. The second he felt something other than demon splatter he instinctively pulled away before they could do any real harm. He had no intentions of dragging the fight on with a bunch of demons. In the mess of battle Soren had not grown tired but rather he was invigorated. No matter how strong the demons were they only continued to serve as fodder. No, the excitement came from the thought of facing something far less mundane. Angels. Regulus had never been his target, his goal was set beyond him. "I told you I'd be done quick." Soren eyed the one remaining demon that he could see. It charged. He snapped his fingers as its chest burst open and died. A telekinetic bubble formed inside the demon and made to expand. A messy move that could not work on anything with the power to resist it but it made for a good demonstration. Soren took a deep breath and took a moment to brush himself off. Admittedly, it was a better warm-up than he thought it would be and he wasn't happy about it. He expected to come out totally unscathed but that had not happened. Instead of seconds he thought he would be able to dispatch of the hoard it took a good deal longer. He had improved but not enough. He had told Cal that they would stick together. That he would get them out. His whole short life had been spent getting stronger just to keep his promise. Soon after they left they had been brought back to Hell. Soren was tired of being weak and it was his turn to push back for once. He didn't need to kill Regulus. He needed to prove a point.
"Stomp out a few ants and their queen comes knocking." Soren mused, eyeing the demons Regulus had brought with him. Boasting? He was hardly doing that. There was nothing to boast about. Demons were trash and all he was doing was mopping them up. Why did Regulus even bother bringing his little backup? Were they pets? There was no way the man could have thought they made him look more intimidating. "Did you practice that idle threat in the mirror? Good job. Maybe you'd be better off as an actor." Soren shrugged and cracked his neck. "Funny. You treat your son like some failed experiment but here you are, nothing but a stepping stone to me. I wonder if Caius would find the irony amusing." He stretched his arms out before bending his knees to release any tension he might have had. Soren eyed the doll, wondering what kind of abilities it might have. A few came to mind but whatever the answer was he felt that such a thing might be more powerful than a demon. ...Which wasn't hard. Or maybe it was just nothing more than a plaything albeit a strange one. "Go ahead. Make me desist."
"Stomp out a few ants and their queen comes knocking." Soren mused, eyeing the demons Regulus had brought with him. Boasting? He was hardly doing that. There was nothing to boast about. Demons were trash and all he was doing was mopping them up. Why did Regulus even bother bringing his little backup? Were they pets? There was no way the man could have thought they made him look more intimidating. "Did you practice that idle threat in the mirror? Good job. Maybe you'd be better off as an actor." Soren shrugged and cracked his neck. "Funny. You treat your son like some failed experiment but here you are, nothing but a stepping stone to me. I wonder if Caius would find the irony amusing." He stretched his arms out before bending his knees to release any tension he might have had. Soren eyed the doll, wondering what kind of abilities it might have. A few came to mind but whatever the answer was he felt that such a thing might be more powerful than a demon. ...Which wasn't hard. Or maybe it was just nothing more than a plaything albeit a strange one. "Go ahead. Make me desist."
Anna sat up and rubbed her eyes, having just woken from the strangest dream about eating a pancake that continued to insist that it was her spirit guide. She wasn't sure what a "spirit guide" was nor was she sure why she had dreamt about a pancake when in fact she had never eaten one. Anna narrowed her eyes at the sheets and tried to think of where she had even seen one from but failed to remember. It was stranger than the time she had dreamt about a stool that talked back to her in such a sassy tone that even Mali would have backed away from it. She would have told Soren about these weird dreams but he was never around enough to listen. Speaking of which... To no surprise, her brother was not in his bed nor anywhere in the room. She sighed and folded her legs up to her chest wondering if she should stay put to wait for him. Last night he hadn't spent long in the basement. He had planned to stay up the whole day but after having spent most of his time away from the others he couldn't help but return to the room just to check on them. Anna had still been asleep when he left but he was glad to see that his sister was just fine. Soren lifted his hand out in front and watched as the mist swirled about his arm just as easily as before. It seemed his short rest had done enough for him to regain control over his powers. As he made his way downstairs Soren guessed that he already had the power to make another attempt at escape. He knew he would soon already be stronger than before. This wasn't even his final form. He looked around once he reached the basement, surprised he hadn't been swarmed by demons yet. "Maybe I killed them all." Soren snickered as he began to wander around the cells that surrounded the place.
Anna sat up and rubbed her eyes, having just woken from the strangest dream about eating a pancake that continued to insist that it was her spirit guide. She wasn't sure what a "spirit guide" was nor was she sure why she had dreamt about a pancake when in fact she had never eaten one. Anna narrowed her eyes at the sheets and tried to think of where she had even seen one from but failed to remember. It was stranger than the time she had dreamt about a stool that talked back to her in such a sassy tone that even Mali would have backed away from it. She would have told Soren about these weird dreams but he was never around enough to listen. Speaking of which... To no surprise, her brother was not in his bed nor anywhere in the room. She sighed and folded her legs up to her chest wondering if she should stay put to wait for him. Last night he hadn't spent long in the basement. He had planned to stay up the whole day but after having spent most of his time away from the others he couldn't help but return to the room just to check on them. Anna had still been asleep when he left but he was glad to see that his sister was just fine. Soren lifted his hand out in front and watched as the mist swirled about his arm just as easily as before. It seemed his short rest had done enough for him to regain control over his powers. As he made his way downstairs Soren guessed that he already had the power to make another attempt at escape. He knew he would soon already be stronger than before. This wasn't even his final form. He looked around once he reached the basement, surprised he hadn't been swarmed by demons yet. "Maybe I killed them all." Soren snickered as he began to wander around the cells that surrounded the place.
I didn't even click the link. I was already suspicious about it. I should have read your post more closely. BUT I FIGURED IT OUT ANYWAYS. Oh well, looks like satire is lost on some people.
You're implying that the world already takes them seriously. Fun fact, we don't. Anyway, this is hilarious. Though I'm not sure if the claims are legit or someone making up a story to make North Korea sound even more pathetic. Every story about North Korea just makes you feel sad for them.
Henrik stared down at Iris as she slept, unsure of what still kept him up. They were together and both still alive but a nauseating feeling kept creeping up on him. He scratched his arm as he wondered if there was a way to rid himself of this sickness. The power Lu had given him long ago had grown for both the better and worse. It had done him more harm than good to have such a power and something like that could not be just thrown away, it had to be passed on and humans were not exactly capable of holding it while remaining unscathed. Still, even with the annoyance of having such an illness it was nothing compared to what kept him awake. As his mind cleared he realized that the intense anxiety he was feeling was not for himself or even Iris but rather their children. Knowing they were alive provided less comfort than he believed it would have. There was still nothing he could do about it. With a frustrated sigh Henrik laid back and closed his eyes, trying to get some sleep anyways.
Henrik stared down at Iris as she slept, unsure of what still kept him up. They were together and both still alive but a nauseating feeling kept creeping up on him. He scratched his arm as he wondered if there was a way to rid himself of this sickness. The power Lu had given him long ago had grown for both the better and worse. It had done him more harm than good to have such a power and something like that could not be just thrown away, it had to be passed on and humans were not exactly capable of holding it while remaining unscathed. Still, even with the annoyance of having such an illness it was nothing compared to what kept him awake. As his mind cleared he realized that the intense anxiety he was feeling was not for himself or even Iris but rather their children. Knowing they were alive provided less comfort than he believed it would have. There was still nothing he could do about it. With a frustrated sigh Henrik laid back and closed his eyes, trying to get some sleep anyways.
"It seems like you let him take control." "There's one less murderer out there. One less evil thing out there. That's what's important, isn't it?" "You've barely said anything about Soren or Anna. They're what's important. They're alive, Henrik! Shouldn't we be happy? Shouldn't we be doing something about it?" "I...I don't know." Henrik sighed out. "What I do know is that if Soren took after-" Araquiel? He didn't want to say that but if there was anyone who could fight there way out of Hell through sheer will it would be someone like that. "...Me. Nephilim are strong. I wouldn't doubt it if he was stronger than me by now. If we can't take them out of Hell, I know he would." "They're our children. They're not supposed to be out there fighting! They're-" "Supposed to be what? With us? I wish I had that kind of power and it's killing me that I don't but if they can fight then that's a good thing. It means they'll find a way out." As for what would become of their children afterwards, he had no idea. He could just hope that whatever left Hell were still their children. Soren picked at his fingernails to clean off the remains of a demon he had just slain. He had managed to surprise himself at just how strong he was without his powers. He kicked at one half of the demon's corpse. Recovering from his last trip had not actually made him weaker. Tired, yes, but far from weak. Soren wasn't satisfied with just having the strength to teleport again, he needed more power than that if he wanted to prevent another Dark Angel from just stopping time and abducting them again. Being a nephilim meant having all the perks of an angel and none of the disadvantages. Maybe that's why Lucifer wanted them around. With enough training a few nephilim would be more than enough to lay waste against any angels that stood up against him. He hated the idea of being used as some kind of tool. As Soren finished off the remaining batch of demons with his bare hands he turned towards the door, thinking he heard it close. Figuring that it might have just been his sister checking up on him, he left the room to find nothing around. "Hm." It didn't matter anyways. The demons on the upper floors were weak so he decided that it was about time he head back to the basement. Though it was surprising that there were still demons around to kill, Soren had long grown tired of them. Regulus's experiments would hardly be any different but at least going downstairs meant a change of scenery.
"It seems like you let him take control." "There's one less murderer out there. One less evil thing out there. That's what's important, isn't it?" "You've barely said anything about Soren or Anna. They're what's important. They're alive, Henrik! Shouldn't we be happy? Shouldn't we be doing something about it?" "I...I don't know." Henrik sighed out. "What I do know is that if Soren took after-" Araquiel? He didn't want to say that but if there was anyone who could fight there way out of Hell through sheer will it would be someone like that. "...Me. Nephilim are strong. I wouldn't doubt it if he was stronger than me by now. If we can't take them out of Hell, I know he would." "They're our children. They're not supposed to be out there fighting! They're-" "Supposed to be what? With us? I wish I had that kind of power and it's killing me that I don't but if they can fight then that's a good thing. It means they'll find a way out." As for what would become of their children afterwards, he had no idea. He could just hope that whatever left Hell were still their children. Soren picked at his fingernails to clean off the remains of a demon he had just slain. He had managed to surprise himself at just how strong he was without his powers. He kicked at one half of the demon's corpse. Recovering from his last trip had not actually made him weaker. Tired, yes, but far from weak. Soren wasn't satisfied with just having the strength to teleport again, he needed more power than that if he wanted to prevent another Dark Angel from just stopping time and abducting them again. Being a nephilim meant having all the perks of an angel and none of the disadvantages. Maybe that's why Lucifer wanted them around. With enough training a few nephilim would be more than enough to lay waste against any angels that stood up against him. He hated the idea of being used as some kind of tool. As Soren finished off the remaining batch of demons with his bare hands he turned towards the door, thinking he heard it close. Figuring that it might have just been his sister checking up on him, he left the room to find nothing around. "Hm." It didn't matter anyways. The demons on the upper floors were weak so he decided that it was about time he head back to the basement. Though it was surprising that there were still demons around to kill, Soren had long grown tired of them. Regulus's experiments would hardly be any different but at least going downstairs meant a change of scenery.
DAY 67 Thursday, November 28, 2013 So what if the angels had brought them back to Hell? They still had a breath of fresh air. So what if he had just used all that strength just for his work to be undone? He was already recovering. And so what if there were more of them now? They wouldn't be breathing forever. As angry as he was, sitting around whining about being taken back was not going to get anything done. All this meant was that he had to focus on getting even stronger. Getting rid of the Dark Angels would be the only way they could leave. At least Danel and Lu. The other ones didn't really pose a problem for him. Once their first night back in Hell had past, with some restless sleep from Soren, he awoke with only one thing in mind. Training. He snapped his fingers to see if he could gather the mist but only managed to get a small tendril of it to circle his finger before immediately vanishing. With another try he yielded only worse results. Already an improvement from yesterday when he couldn't have done that at all. "What are you doing?" Anna sat up on her bed and frowned at her brother. "You're going to need more than one day to get better." Before her brother could answer her she stood up and went over to his side. "Look, I'm upset they took us back but that doesn't mean you should kill yourself by pushing too hard." She looked down and sighed out sadly. They were somewhere nice for far too short of a time and just by being brought back she felt as if a piece of her was left behind. "My powers aren't back but I feel fine. At least I'm not dizzy anymore...well not as much as yesterday anyways." Soren didn't want to jump around to prove his point as his body was still sore and he did not want to worry his sister. "I don't think I'll be as strong as before though..." His sister only frowned more. "When I recover, I'll be better than I ever was." Soren took a deep breath and smiled to reassure her. The fact that they were all back in Hell only meant that he let them all down. He hadn't been strong enough to stop Danel from bringing them back. Soren started towards the room's exit, refusing to accept his limits. "Soren...hmph." Anna sighed once more, angry with how stubborn her brother was, and looked over at the others' beds. She wanted to talk to Cal or Caius but had no idea what to say other than ask if they were feeling any better than she was. They weren't getting out again any time soon.
So what if the angels had brought them back to Hell? They still had a breath of fresh air. So what if he had just used all that strength just for his work to be undone? He was already recovering. And so what if there were more of them now? They wouldn't be breathing forever. As angry as he was, sitting around whining about being taken back was not going to get anything done. All this meant was that he had to focus on getting even stronger. Getting rid of the Dark Angels would be the only way they could leave. At least Danel and Lu. The other ones didn't really pose a problem for him. Once their first night back in Hell had past, with some restless sleep from Soren, he awoke with only one thing in mind. Training. He snapped his fingers to see if he could gather the mist but only managed to get a small tendril of it to circle his finger before immediately vanishing. With another try he yielded only worse results. Already an improvement from yesterday when he couldn't have done that at all. "What are you doing?" Anna sat up on her bed and frowned at her brother. "You're going to need more than one day to get better." Before her brother could answer her she stood up and went over to his side. "Look, I'm upset they took us back but that doesn't mean you should kill yourself by pushing too hard." She looked down and sighed out sadly. They were somewhere nice for far too short of a time and just by being brought back she felt as if a piece of her was left behind. "My powers aren't back but I feel fine. At least I'm not dizzy anymore...well not as much as yesterday anyways." Soren didn't want to jump around to prove his point as his body was still sore and he did not want to worry his sister. "I don't think I'll be as strong as before though..." His sister only frowned more. "When I recover, I'll be better than I ever was." Soren took a deep breath and smiled to reassure her. The fact that they were all back in Hell only meant that he let them all down. He hadn't been strong enough to stop Danel from bringing them back. Soren started towards the room's exit, refusing to accept his limits. "Soren...hmph." Anna sighed once more, angry with how stubborn her brother was, and looked over at the others' beds. She wanted to talk to Cal or Caius but had no idea what to say other than ask if they were feeling any better than she was. They weren't getting out again any time soon.
Having Dark Angels flee like that had long since gotten old by now. Henrik checked the mirror to find that Lu was no longer there. He didn't have a plan to do anything more than break it but it was better than letting Lu fall back into the hands of the others. He knew he was in no condition to fight Lu if she had been released by doing that but at least the others would have jumped at the chance to finish her off. Now more of them would be picked off or even captured again before they had this chance once more. "Great. Just great." Henrik dropped the mirror, knowing it had no use anymore and regretting he hadn't done anything sooner. Even if his only option was pretty stupid. The only good thing to come out of this was the plane that arrived. Relieved to finally have a moment to sit down, Henrik quickly fell asleep hoping the sickness would be alleviated by the morning.
Having Dark Angels flee like that had long since gotten old by now. Henrik checked the mirror to find that Lu was no longer there. He didn't have a plan to do anything more than break it but it was better than letting Lu fall back into the hands of the others. He knew he was in no condition to fight Lu if she had been released by doing that but at least the others would have jumped at the chance to finish her off. Now more of them would be picked off or even captured again before they had this chance once more. "Great. Just great." Henrik dropped the mirror, knowing it had no use anymore and regretting he hadn't done anything sooner. Even if his only option was pretty stupid. The only good thing to come out of this was the plane that arrived. Relieved to finally have a moment to sit down, Henrik quickly fell asleep hoping the sickness would be alleviated by the morning.
"Stop your whining. It was Araquiel who killed her, not me." Henrik looked down at the corpse of Lu's abandoned body. It didn't matter what they did with the body now so he believed it was best to just let Adam decide what to do with it. "Alistair had no problem with letting us die. He's been on their side the entire time. If anyone has no problem with being backstabbed in the future..." "He's no friend." There were still more pressing things to worry about anyways, like how to kill Lu while she was in that mirror. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed likely that they would have to free her before they could get that chance...or the angel would find a way out of her own trap before they would get that chance.
"Stop your whining. It was Araquiel who killed her, not me." Henrik looked down at the corpse of Lu's abandoned body. It didn't matter what they did with the body now so he believed it was best to just let Adam decide what to do with it. "Alistair had no problem with letting us die. He's been on their side the entire time. If anyone has no problem with being backstabbed in the future..." "He's no friend." There were still more pressing things to worry about anyways, like how to kill Lu while she was in that mirror. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed likely that they would have to free her before they could get that chance...or the angel would find a way out of her own trap before they would get that chance.
Well apparently Xemnas could turn lesser Nobodies into Dusks, according to Axel. Unless that was really just a metaphor for getting killed rather than something Xemnas could do. Still, for being the strongest Nobody we've seen, his fights were easy but not easier than all the other bosses. To be honest, if he had his full moveset from the Final Mixes(did KH2FM add any moves to Xemnas anyways? I don't think so) then Xemnas would have little competition for hardest story boss. But let's not forget, KH2 is an easy game to begin with.
"If I thought breaking it would kill Lu, I would have done it last night." So you're just going to keep it as a souvenir? Go back to your wife and say "Hey honey, guess what? I brought the bitch who took our children home for dinner. Now she's pocket-sized. Isn't that neat?" Breaking the mirror might only release Lu and stashing it somewhere to hide forever did not seem like a much better idea. Lu wasn't stupid enough to trap herself in a mirror without some way of getting out or away from it. Unless she expected them to not break the mirror for those reasons and doing so might actually kill her... Break the mirror, don't break the mirror, make up your mind. Henrik's attention split between deciding what to do with compact-Lu and listening to Alistair give him the details about his children. Soren in particular worried him as he seemed to have taken after Lei as the angel had predicted. Anna however sounded to be more...normal. Given the circumstances it was hard to say whether or not that was a good thing. Little Soren never got around to killing Alistair then. That's disappointing. He's definitely not getting a ribbon for effort. His mood only worsened when Alistair mentioned that he was a "mentor". Soren and Anna would have learned more from a public school. At least the twins had a birthday to look forward to. That was, assuming they would even accept him and Iris after all this time. He knew by now they must have the mentality of a teenager rather than a newborn. All that innocence lost. Still, they were alive and that's all he needed to know. He looked over at Adam and figured he might as well say something considering what happened yesterday. "Look kid, I'm sorry Araquiel was so harsh but I'm holding onto this mirror for now until we have a better option. Lu took my children from me, so I want to be the one to end her." He walked past the boy and stopped for a moment, lowering his voice to keep it between them. "I'm letting your threat to my wife slide because you weren't in the right state of mind yesterday. Don't do it again." With that said, he walked away.
"If I thought breaking it would kill Lu, I would have done it last night."
I would rather see older films make it in first. Frozen needs to just run its course and let the hype around it die down. Of course, by the time KH3 comes around that will have already happened. Still, there's plenty of older movies to pick from that are probably more suited to Kingdom Hearts.
Can't whistle or snap my fingers either. Sadface.
"What's the matter? Don't have the stomach for an execution?" Henrik's eyes opened slowly to find that the angel was standing over him. He blinked, knowing he had to be dreaming but Lei was still there. He was certain that he had gotten rid of the visions of Lei by now. The angel could not appear before him anymore unless he allowed it yet here Lei stood, grinning. He rose to his feet and grabbed the angel by his collar. "Get out you-" Henrik snapped his hands back, hearing a sizzling sound followed with an intense pain running up along his right hand. He gripped his burnt hand watching as the skin on it turned an ashen color. "What the hell?!" "Funny, I thought by avoiding use of the mist I'd be able to preserve you a little longer. I guess I've just become that much more volatile." Henrik had lost feeling in his hand but at least it meant the pain was gone. "I was wrong to trust you. You're nothing but a monster." "I'm the angel of vengeance, not mercy. Besides, you only have to stick around a little longer and then you can go back to living your boring life." "I've given you too much freedom. I am not losing my soul to the likes of you. I'm done." Lei was nowhere to be seen. Henrik found himself standing alone but as he began to think of it as nothing more than a bad dream, his hand erupted in pain once more. It was burnt just as he had seen it before. He stuffed his hand in his pocket and drew the obsidian knife with his other, slowly walking back to find Alistair. Once this was over, he would find a way to deal with Lu. I don't feel any killer intent here. What's the matter? Soon, Henrik found himself standing in front of Alistair who looked just as terrible as he did. Henrik made no effort to hide the obsidian knife. "I had every right to gut you while you slept." He pointed the black blade at the man. "The only reason I chose not to was..." Henrik shook his head in an attempt to clear his foggy mind. "I know that you threatened my wife in Russia. I know you were the one who cut her open and pulled my children out." If you waste anymore time, you won't be in any condition to kill him. Tear his throat out already! "I also know you've been killing during your joyride with Lu." Henrik pulled his burnt hand out and placed it on his forehead to keep himself steady. "Being strapped down to an angel who can read these kinds of things has some advantages. I can't tell where you were or glean specifics out of it though." He took a deep breath and lowered his hand. "Even if Araquiel wasn't with me I'd kill you on principle alone." "You deserve to die, but I won't be the one to do it." Henrik placed the knife back in his coat. "Tell me what happened to my children. My family's more important than fighting someone else's battle."
"What's the matter? Don't have the stomach for an execution?" Henrik's eyes opened slowly to find that the angel was standing over him. He blinked, knowing he had to be dreaming but Lei was still there. He was certain that he had gotten rid of the visions of Lei by now. The angel could not appear before him anymore unless he allowed it yet here Lei stood, grinning. He rose to his feet and grabbed the angel by his collar. "Get out you-" Henrik snapped his hands back, hearing a sizzling sound followed with an intense pain running up along his right hand. He gripped his burnt hand watching as the skin on it turned an ashen color. "What the hell?!" "Funny, I thought by avoiding use of the mist I'd be able to preserve you a little longer. I guess I've just become that much more volatile." Henrik had lost feeling in his hand but at least it meant the pain was gone. "I was wrong to trust you. You're nothing but a monster." "I'm the angel of vengeance, not mercy. Besides, you only have to stick around a little longer and then you can go back to living your boring life." "I've given you too much freedom. I am not losing my soul to the likes of you. I'm done." Lei was nowhere to be seen. Henrik found himself standing alone but as he began to think of it as nothing more than a bad dream, his hand erupted in pain once more. It was burnt just as he had seen it before. He stuffed his hand in his pocket and drew the obsidian knife with his other, slowly walking back to find Alistair. Once this was over, he would find a way to deal with Lu.
Henrik felt a sudden wave of fatigue wash over him as Lei relinquished control. The angel seemed to feel no need to answer the question. Though Henrik agreed that killing Harbonah was the right thing to do, to do so in such a cold manner made him feel sorry for Adam. The boy would likely not care for the difference between Henrik and Lei with that kind of anger. Knowing he would have to sleep light from now on, Henrik took a spot far from the others and took some much needed rest.
Humans were so predictable and anger was one of the sloppiest of emotions a creature could have. If he hadn't had stabbed at him in rage, Lei would have begun laughing--oh wait, he did anyways as he drew Nakah and barely managed to parry the blow while only receiving a cut to his shoulder in the process. "I missed the part where Iris slaughtered hundreds of people in the service of Heaven's most hated angel. Besides, Henrik didn't do this, I did. Araquiel, not the human I'm wearng." Lei ripped the dagger out of the corpse's neck but rather than retaliate with it, merely put it away as a show of good faith. Threatening Iris might have angered Henrik but Lei could care less about idle chat with a boy. He backed up from the angry boy as his cold smile vanished. "Just because Harbonah was a victim does not mean she was a saint." He shrugged and took another step away from Adam and Alistair. "Get your boy back on his leash, Semyaza. This is a war. There's no place for sympathy for the other side here."
Lu's barrier fell quickly to the bullet but he had not been expecting it to kill the bitch, just distract her. Unfortunately, Sal wasn't fast enough to get to Lu before she could use that spell. Lei growled in anger and stood up, allowing his gun to float back into his pocket. Well, he couldn't blame Sal. He could not have known Lu was this slippery. Now that Lu had switched places and her body, as well as the new presence inside of it, were dying the bonds holding them finally broke. All in all, it still went better than he had expected. Once free, his obsidian knife flew straight to his hand. The dying woman before them may not have been Lu anymore but he didn't care. Harbonah was about as bad as Lu was and she needed to go. Permanently. She seemed to have ties to Adam, however sick that was, but that didn't matter either. Leaving her to die of her wounds would have been nice but this was not nearly enough for him. Lu, who was trapped in the mirror that was just tossed to him by the boy, could not be killed by the knife so easily so she would have to wait for another day. "Nice to see you topside again, Harbonah. Looks like you've got a little blood on yourself." Lei smirked. "You know I can't let you come back again. There's not going to be anymore new bodies for you." He pushed Adam out of the way, completely ignoring his sentimental moment with a Dark Angel and stabbed the obsidian knife right into former-Lu's neck.
"Hm. Not the ideal crowd." Lei looked over at the other three and blinked as some of his--or Henrik's--blood dripped down his forehead. "Those kids you took from me are as much my children as they are Henrik's. I probably would have killed them myself but the point is you took something that didn't belong to you, Lu." Their options weren't exactly many at that point. Being pushed between a rock and an angel meant he had to burn up his one-time trump card. Sure, there were other options but that only meant obliterating a vessel he had just gotten attached to. "Did I ever tell you about my gun? I've spent over a century working on the stupid thing, with a little help from a friend, just so it could suit my needs." Lei's revolver levitated out of his coat pocket and aimed itself at Alistair. "Obviously, a pathetic thing like that could never kill an angel. It'd probably be a minor annoyance to Dark Angels." The revolver's hammer was pulled back. Lei gave no impression of confidence of his weapon. Why would he? It wasn't as if such a barbaric weapon could compare to even an angel's sword. The little moment of show and tell might have looked cute even. Suddenly, the revolver aimed at Lu and fired it's one remaining bullet at the woman. "An obsidian bullet on the other hand...well that's what happens when I get creative."
"Hm. Not the ideal crowd." Lei looked over at the other three and blinked as some of his--or Henrik's--blood dripped down his forehead. "Those kids you took from me are as much my children as they are Henrik's. I probably would have killed them myself but the point is you took something that didn't belong to you, Lu." Their options weren't exactly many at that point. Being pushed between a rock and an angel meant he had to burn up his one-time trump card. Sure, there were other options but that only meant obliterating a vessel he had just gotten attached to. "Did I ever tell you about my gun? I've spent over a century working on the stupid thing, with a little help from a friend, just so it could suit my needs." Lei's revolver levitated out of his coat pocket and aimed itself at Alistair. "Obviously, a pathetic thing like that could never kill an angel. It'd probably be a minor annoyance to Dark Angels." The revolver's hammer was pulled back. Lei gave no impression of confidence of his weapon. Why would he? It wasn't as if such a barbaric weapon could compare to even an angel's sword. The little moment of show and tell might have looked cute even. Suddenly, the revolver aimed at Lu and fired it's one remaining bullet at the woman. "An obsidian bullet on the other hand...well that's what happens when I get creative."
