Legion

Prologue

 War....The smell of it was Pungent...and it was in the air like some noxious fume. Archangel Zathura was clad in jet black battle armor spiked at the shoulders and legs his hood raised above his head his wings billowing and swaying along with the wind. "Commander Talus..." said Zathura in a hallow voice. "Yes?" said Commander Talus he was clad in similar battle armor and his hood also raised. "It is time..the war has continued long enough let us join the fight and show these mortals that there faith has been rewarded" replied Zathura. They looked down upon the mortal realm and saw flashes where swords met swords demons spit there fire and blood spilled along the ground. Zathura looked at Talus And Talus at Zathura there wings unfolded and they fell the clouds a blur as the winds whipped at there armor, The further down they went they saw the bloodshed of battle and the smell of blood was pungent. They landed cracking the earth beneath them. Archangels were neck and neck with the demon's of hell swords clashing and teeth gnashing. Zathura Raised his sword  as a demon warrior approached it was a wretched thing spikes covering his head, It's Mouth full of Razor sharp teeth they gnashed excitedly as it looked upon Zathura it's Sword dripping with Fresh Blood. The demon warrior charged at Zathura and Zathura easily parried the attack. The demon turned around and gave a blood curdling scream as he once again charged at Zathura, once again Zathura Parried the blow and proceeded to slice the demon straight through the front as his organs and everything below it fell to the ground with a sickening plop. Death Filled the air around him and blood was spraying in every direction. As he cut his way into where the battle was thickest his objective was the Demon Prince responsible for this war. He was spotted across the battlefield as fire and brimstone rained down upon them. And there he was carving a path of blood and gore and destruction there was Ziethros the demon prince was laughing as he cut down several archangel's in there prime. Ziethros was a malevolent being jagged hors were atop his head bold yellow red eyes stared at the angel's as they died, sharp teeth gnawed at the flesh he was adorned with the Ancient battle armor of the 7th plane of hell. "Zeithros!" yelled Zathura. "Zathura...." replied Zeithros in kind. "You have become a stain upon this realm you dare bring the disgraced demons of hell?...then we will bring the might of the high heavens upon you!" Said Zathura his wings billowing wildly. Zeithros laughed bitterly as he gestured around. "Look around you Archangel! this war is meaningless and with victory will come assurance that hell will reign once more!" Said Zeithros. Zathura gazed upon the demon prince face his hooded face revealing nothing. "Let us see how your going to achieve that!" said Zathura. Zathura ran towards Zeithros there blades met in a clash of sparks. "You know  you will not be able to defeat me.." said Zeithros between breathes. Zathura dealt another blow that Zeithros easily blocked. "We will see about that won't we?" replied Zathura. There blades met and the sound was like thunder as the other forces were fighting amongst them like insects as they fought the battle of a millennium. Zathura raised his sword and teleported  towards Ziethros. Zeithros easily parried the blow then made a fist chocking the very life essence of the Archangel. Zathrua with his other hand aimed a blow at Ziethros. This angered Zeithros greatly as he hissed his red eyes turning into narrow slits. "Your constant resilience is futile! you will lose!" hissed Zeithros. Zeithros charged after Zathura as Zathrua leapt into the air now the battle was in the skies. There blades met with a furious clash as sparks showered from there blades. Angel's Sung  singing of there reverence. there blades went this way and that the air between them becoming  hot and lightening crashing all around them. Zathura lunged at him with all his fury and might and Zeithros met his with the same fury he grinned showing his demonic teeth his arua full of hate and malice. In a flash Zeithros was on Zathura swords flashing heat rising but Zathura was not relenting then in a split second Zeithros made a costly mistake aiming to slow and Zathura in that split second took his chance his blade going in slow motion going through skin muscle then finally bone. Zeithros let out a bloodcurdling scream. Zeithros eyes turned red as he tried to fight one handed. Zathura's Wings billowed and fluttered with new confidence as the hood raised above his head emanated deadly confidence. "Even demon princes can die...and now I will banish you to the deepest pits of hell back to where you belong!" said Zathura. For the first time since the battle began there was a spark of fear in Ziethros eyes. Zathrua aimed at Zeithros chest crippling further and blood spilt from his wounds a crismson river. Zathura's wings billowed and glowed and as they did so he began to say an incantation. "Zarenth musta Zarenth Glant" Zathura chanted as glowing tendrils began to appear and wrapped around Zeithros. Zeithros spat blood and glared at Zathura his eyes burning with intense hatred. "Chant your Ancient words Archangel but be warned and take heed....i will return and when i do  the mortal plane will overflow with the blood of the innocent" Zathura spat out his words his voice venomous. "I'll  make sure that won't happen" said Zathura Coldly "Brim shaka Brim shaka Unista Frenga!" bellowed Zathura as Zeithros Screeched  as cracks began to form on his skin then he exploded pieces of the demon going this way and that. In that instant it was over the other demons down below screeched there defeat and retreated back to the very bowels in which they came. The skies began blue once more like a beautiful baby blue hat only clear skies could bring. Zathura didn't realize how beautiful the sun was now that it is out once again. Zathura was exhausted very exhausted as he spat out blood. The battle took a lot from him as he fell into darkness letting the comfort of blissful sleep take him knowing his job and purpose was finally over with,