As Armagius traversed the halls of the Blessed Realm, his head perked as a loud metallic clanking reached his ears. He instinctively reached for the hilt of his halberd.

"What in Creation was that?!"

The flap of wings would be heard as a slamming force appeared in the ground, a sword in hand with a shield of light on her arm. The Angel looked rather livid as she glared daggers at Armagius as she thought so many foul things "A war...a war coming on our doorstep because of you!!" She yelled at him

Without the grand gates of Heaven, a line of shadow had grown. With creaks and groans, the air split, allowing the roar of the inferno to be heard as flames gusted from the forming Hellmaw, the exit of the demonic portal being ridden by none other than Leviathan and his army. Though its beginnings were gradual, they were not ill-spent, as the demon prince signaled for a halt. The behemoth brought Mortal's Doom, the massive blade he carried, and aimed it before him. The heads who rooted within his very flesh seemed to extend on their tensile necks, arcing out and yawning wide their fanged jaws. Blackened, writhing power began to build at each of these seven nexuses even as the portal opened wider, the flames billowing through the gap obscuring this fell preparation.

The power waxed ever greater, forming glittering balls of chaos within mouth and off the tip of his sword. Leviathan smiled at that moment, for the Hellmaw had finally opened, a rend in the air nearly half a mile wide. And with the smoke that hung before it, there was not one holy presence who could possible predict what manner of announcement the demon was very, very pointedly about to make.

Without warning and with a thundering concussion those balls burst into streams of incandescent, fell power, lines of streaking black, crimson, and violet hued energy that crossed the expanse of the two gateways in the blink of an eye. They impacted the massive, gem encrusted gold of the holy gateway with indescribable power, erupting in a detonation that would shake the very grounds of Heaven. The explosion engulfed the area for a hundred feet to either side, hurtling the smoking ruins of the magnificent edifice like the now shattered pieces of debris they were. -c-

Leviathan then began to march, and in his wake...

Legions of armored damned, scores of lesser demons. A chorus of screams and howls, the mad host of Hell trailing in the wake of this juggernaut who had so contemptuously destroyed one of Heaven's symbols. This prince had just bought their loyalty, for now and forever more.

And as Leviathan began his march upon the greatest fortress of the divine, he scanned through the clearing dust and smoke, hunting for the signs of the one they called Armagius.

"Bring me blood, my brothers in Wrath. Drag these angels back into the inferno!" What had been a march became a charge, as the dread host surged forward for the now broken Gates. -e-

"Me?" he glared fiercely at Sarah. "Me?! How dare you put blame upon my head! All I have done is carry out the task appointed to me! It is not my fault that you all have grown spineless and blind to the truth!" he began, but his rant was cut short by the shockwave that shuddered the Kingdom to it's knees. The Seraph braced his gauntlet against the wall and the butt of his halberd against the other. Armagius glared angrily towards the gates and the scores of hellish servants.

His fist clenched as a golden aura radiated from his body. Tongues of holy flames danced across his body and the Halberd of Judgement that burned with righteous fury. Darkness fled from his presence, except from the deepened shadow that concealed his face. Armagius glanced at Sarah.

"If this is the price for carrying out the Judgement required by His Word... then so be it!"

"Legions of Heaven!" his voice thundered like a deafening trumpet across the realm. "Man has betrayed us by shattering the chains of the betrayers! To arms! Defend the Gates!"

The Warrior Angel held her teeth as the Building shuddered and moved as the Gates were breached "You defiled the Contract you imbecile. You triggered the End War by this course of action. You are a Betrayer of the Faith. We were meant to inspire Love and Harmony...not this!!" She said and gestured towards the Gates with an angry leer, clearly livid as her blade disappeared into her Sheathe

"If you wish to go fight for your life and your Wings...do it on your own. Ill not stand for this catastrophy and if you are captured...then my God have mercy on your soul and make your Fall painless" She said and pushed past him hard, heading away from the Battle entirely....she now had a Mother to tend to

The gate was destroyed; the war drums began to play, a deafening series of bangs shaking the ground, as giants stood behind the walls using mallets the size of trains against leather strapped tightly over angelic bone. With each thundering pound, an Archangel and but a few thousand of his host marched into the dust and debris, where his fair-winged legions held aloft shields of gold and white and formed a wall where the gate had been not minutes before.

As visibility returned, Samael thrust himself over the heads of his underlings and stood a good head or two above them, right before the charging legions of Demon-scorn. As they got closer, he brandished a black scythe in his left hand, and a shining great-sword in his right.

The front line of the demons got closer, filing in to a finely tuned point in order to breach the gate's new defences with one fell swoop. The first few, however, would not make it, as a single sweep of his scythe sliced through a score of hell-spawn, sending hundreds flying back to form a glorious rain of lifeless bodies.

Samael sweeped again, aiming not for the Demons, but for their spirits now wailing and screaming in the air... And each shattered in turn, filling the angel with their essences.

"Death has come for thee, Demon." He addressed each and every one of them, his voice a bellow.

A white light showered down on the area as an angel came down from wherever came. When he came down, he wore his angelic white robes, along with the traditional sandals, his white hair and white eyes staring down upon the army of Leviathan that were coming their way. He held the blessed Lance of Demon Slaying in his one hand, 6 wings flapping behind him as he was prepared for battle. The angel of demon slaying looked over at Armagius now, hearing his thunderous roars. "Can he be any louder? I mean..I heard the gates..I don't have to hear him too." With that, Kyle'd spin the lance upon his hand before getting a grip on it. "Alright. I guess it's time I actually did my job now and start defending heaven."

The seraphim turned his head to see the angel of death, Samael had come to aid them. Giving a slight smirk, he'd look over his way, speaking. "You joining in on this too? I'm not surprised. Let's just hope nothing happens to the either of us." Looking back at the Leviathans, he'd swing the Lance their way, attempting to pierce either the head, or deattach the lance into it's 3 sections, hitting them with the handle, that was surprisingly tougher than normal spear handles (made from steel rather than wood). He hadn't fought for quite a while, and right now, he was trying to warm himself up.

A loud deafening roar was heard and bounding over the whole entire hellish army materilized a huge wolf near the size of a bear, it leapt to the other side and growled, standing taller than any of the beings. Turning to everyone it would speak, "This is not how it is meant to be, so I Fenrir the mighty wolf and son of Loki shall stand with you!" letting out another roar, it would growl, furiously before grabbing a nearby soldier of Hell and in one swift movement gobbling it up, increasing in size to near colossal levels.

It appeared to smirk, awaiting for them to act, awaiting for the demons to try and seize control, for it knew this is not how it was meant to go. This was merely a pretender playing big boy games.

It took nearly every ounce of will in the Seraph's divine body to not strike down the defiant angel there and then. He pointed an accusing finger at her as she walked away. "Your heresy will be accounted for, traitor!" he growled. "You spineless wretch! We are above these betrayers! The wicked humans have no place at our side! If you will not show them their place, then I will!"

Just then a blinding light erupted from the edge of the mass of demons. It was accompanied with the thunderous roar of a thousand angelic trumpets as a fierce tempest of divine holy energy surged around the area. In the midst of the maelstrom materialized a figure that would dwarf a normal man. Ebony robes draped his body as divinely crafted steel plate armor gripped his torso and limbs. Despite the blinding light that chased away every shadow like the rise of dawn, a black hood concealed his face in complete darkness. Gripped in both of his gauntlets was a long halberd that resonated with golden light.

As the divine storm surged around him, the ground about his feet ignited with tongues of golden flame. A deafening battle cry - like a trumpet - resonated from his throat as he brought his halberd on the Fallen like a spinning whirlwind.

"And the great dragon was thrown down," he said as the demons were consumed by holy light. His voice was deep and like a song that was both righteous and terrible. "...that ancient serpent, who is called the Devil and Satan, the deceiver of the whole world — he was thrown down to the earth, and his angels were thrown down with him."

As the front ranks of his assault virtually disintegrated away from the defenders, Leviathan curled a lip in disgust. His point had been made, but now the spear was being turned.

Far more quickly than one expected of a demon of his bulk, the massive blade in hand carved upwards, slapping the lance hurled his way away with the flat of his sword. The charge's momentum had stalled in the face of these three who dared stand in his way, and he begun to wade through the ranks of his army to the front. As he did, however, he turned his head, giving an almost imperceptible nod to one particular demon who had stayed behind...

As Armagius struck with a divine storm that further mauled the army of Wrath, two key players in this opening move began to work as one. Leviathan drew upon the power of his very nature, that of envy, drawing in the foul sin from those who gave it meaning down on Terra. Summoning this fell surge, he countered the storm, the drake's heads mounted upon him yawning wide and spewing a foul miasma into the air, a shrouding darkness of sin that blocked the light and gave new power to his minions.

All the while a succubus named Spite acted on her master's signal, carving the final glyphs of the ritual woven throughout the journey of the Hellmaw. Leviathan hadn't been playing to win, not with the first battle. As became pointedly clear as the Hellmaw...transformed. The raw energies that held it open metamorphed, becoming something solid and tangible. Doors of black iron, etched with blasphemous, arcane symbols, a threshhold to the path that descended to Hell itself. A mockery of the now decimated Gates, yet one of such power as to match them. Only these were fed from below, and as they came into being, so did a new breed of demon to inhabit the gateway.

Leviathan's scowl turned, a smirk on his face as he came to a halt fifty feet from Samael, Kyle, and Fenrir. Wheeling his sword in hand, his voice thundered. -c-

"Legions, retreat! Our work here is done!" And just like that, under the cover of Leviathan's shrouding aura, the army fell back to the Doors of Hell, Leviathan regarding the holy denizens one last time as the great edifice started to close. He called out then, taunting them.

"The die is cast, oh ye mightiest of beings. Your Gates asunder, and Hell now opens to your doorstep.

"We are not yet finished, Heaven. Oh, we are not yet finished."

Once the destruction has cease and everyone seemed relaxed as they could be, Gaia left the safety of the garden to witness a horrible site. The very symbol of Heaven destroyed, leaving nothing, next to it was crumpled form of St Peter, dead, beyond dead. She looked over at the carnage and portal and just started to weep heavily, her face miserable.

Turning towards Armagius she yelled, "See what hubris has done, maniac, see what it has done, you have pierced the heart of our Kingdom, you have destroyed it! You have done what I hoped you would not do, you have made it so I will have to leave. You vile bastard, you can threaten and mock me, but I created this planet, I gave all my children life, you have simply throw caution to the wind."

With that she would walk back towards the garden, tears streaming her eyes, hardly able to stand, while their was no sound in heaven, just mournful silence followed by chaotic rifts, this was the beginning of her end.

Samael, Angel of Death said not a single word, his sword raising in silent victory as his legion of Heavenly warriors fell back behind the walls. The archangel himself spread his wings, and cast them down with such force as to shoot him high above the city of light as to get a birds' eye view of the battlefield.

Retreating was indeed a smart move for the fifth circle, he noted, as standing against more than one Archangel was a foolish attempt for even a greater demon.

No matter. The war had just begun, and Samael would see it through to his end. If one thing should stick in the minds of Leviathan's demonic legions, it would be a simple fact:

All things die, and Death comes for all.

The man continued to soar, higher and higher until he disappeared from view completely.

Kyle Ilme saw as the 5th circle retreated to whatever pit they were going to descend to now. He watched as Gaia, the creator of Earth and everything that lived on it came out. He'd sigh, watching her crying, feeling terrible that this happened. As he walked towards her, the lance disappeared into dust, his form standing by her, not saying anything currently, but trying to comfort her. What was there to say? He had no clue...all Kyle knew was something was up. Something bad was up, and this other Seraphim, Armagius, was the cause of this bad feeling...regardless, he'd stand by Gaia, and if she'd allow, he'd place a hand atop her shoulder.