Ragnarok's Rising

Haunting from the past

Drake watched several more fights from his booth when a new person challenged him. It was a female angel covered completely by robes, only showing her eyes and wings. Drake glided down and faced her. She seemed oddly familiar to him, but he shook it off and brought his hands up to fight.
"Where is your sword, it won't be a fair fight."
"It's out for a tune up, I'll be fine."
Drake shot forward and swung at the angel, his fist being deflected and him being sent rolling over her. He recovered and dashed forward, landed a good strike to her stomach, releasing a small burst of energy removing the cloth covering the angels head. Her face was scarred by a battle long past, her hair ripped off in some places, and Drake knew her. He fought her well over 10000 years ago when his kind were at war with everything.
-10000 years earlier-
Drake brought his gauntleted fist down onto the angels head, the spikes causing deep cuts to rend her face apart. The angel swung her sword but Drake grabbed it and threw it aside. He picked the angel up by her neck, the blood flowing down his arm.
"I'm going to be nice and not kill you, but let your kind and every other race know, we do not show mercy yo those that opposse us. It will end the same as it did today." He turned the angels head to show the massacre that happened, the battlefield littered with the corpses of angels, and one nephalem who was injured prior to the battle.
-the arena-
"Now do you see why I must kill you. You slaughtered my friends and family that day, and I will avenge th-" Drake cut the angel off by putting his hand on her head. She looked at him confused.
"Yes I did, and I've hated that. It's haunted me how I used to be. I swear to you, I will never become that way again."