Michael approached slowly.
Michael: You again.
Red: You did this to my friend?
Michael: I did, with him in this state of hell, renders him immobile.
Red: I'm going to kill you.
Four of the 12 angels of elements approached, surrounding Red. Aeolus, the angel of Ventus, Sia, the angel of Aqua, Pyrope, the angel of Ignis, and Stratus, the angel of Nimbus
Red: ...
*The Archangels monastary lobby*
As the battle raged on, the lobby of the monastery descended into utter chaos. The sound of clashing steel, the scent of ozone, and the cries of the combatants filled the air. Dusk's shadowy tendrils continued to ensnare Raphael, dragging him across the floor as the holy scythe slipped from his grasp.
Amira's scythe sliced down towards Camael, who raised his sword to deflect the blow. The two clashed in a flurry of steel and sparks, their movements lightning-fast as they exchanged blow for blow. Zan stood firm, his massive sword cleaving a path through the holy knights, his movements a blur as he deflected their attacks.
Camael stumbled back, Amira's scythe slicing through his defenses. Raphael, still ensnared by Dusk's tendrils, struggled to free himself. The holy knights fell one by one, Zan's sword proving too much for them.
Dusk's eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity as he gazed at Raphael, still ensnared in his shadowy tendrils. With a swift motion, he turned to his friends and shouted, "Back away! Now!"
Amira and Zan hesitated for a moment, their eyes fixed on the holy knights they were fighting. But Dusk's urgent tone brooked no argument. They quickly disengaged, retreating from the fray as Dusk began to gather his dark energy.
Camael, sensing an opportunity, charged forward, his sword flashing in the dim light. But Dusk was ready. With a swift gesture, he unleashed a bolt of shadowy energy that struck Camael with incredible force.
The holy knight stumbled back, his sword falling from his grasp. Raphael, still trapped in Dusk's tendrils, looked on in horror as Dusk raised his hand, preparing to deliver the final blow...
Dusk's hand descended, his dark energy coalescing into a singular point of destruction. But just as the blow was about to land, Camael and Raphael simultaneously unleashed their true power as Archangels.
Camael's body glowed with a brilliant light, his sword shining like a star as he raised it to block Dusk's attack. Raphael, still ensnared in Dusk's tendrils, burst free, his own wings unfolding as he joined Camael in a spectacular display of divine might.
Together, the two Archangels absorbed the brunt of Dusk's attack, their combined power creating a shockwave that sent Amira and Zan stumbling back. The lobby of the monastery shook, the air filled with the sound of crackling energy and the scent of ozone.
Dusk: No way. [Grunts]
Dusk's eyes widened in surprise as he stumbled back, his dark energy faltering in the face of the Archangels' might. For a moment, the two sides locked eyes, their powers locked in a struggle that seemed to shake the very foundations of the world.
*The fight between Red, Michael, and the 4 angels of elements*
Red's eyes blazed with fury as he faced Michael, the Archangel, and the four angels of elements. His crimson energy surged, eager to unleash its wrath upon his enemies.
"You killed Azael," Red growled, his voice low and menacing. "You'll pay for that."
Michael's expression remained serene, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly power.
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The Fallen Fantasy: The First Arc (Non-Canon)
FantasiaIn a world of darkness, an 8-year-old fallen angel boy is driven by loyalty to his father. Trained to fight and kill, he's sent to vanquish the 7 demon lords. But when he meets a 9-year-old boy, they form an unbreakable bond, becoming brothers in ar...
