Darius Appollyon
Darius searched the rest of the old brick building, slipping in and out of each room silently as he tried to evade the noises outside. It was hard to forget he was in a war-zone, the constant sounds of demonic screams and the clash of angelic metals reverberated through out the hollowed halls. He jumped once or twice, his heart constantly hammered, and all and all he felt like he might have a heart attack coming along. Alone, without anyone to keep face for, Darius was terrified. He knew he was in over his head; a simple human left in a world full of monsters, caught in the middle of Lucifer and God. Of course, he would always side with the fallen angel....but he also knew that if Lucifer were to win, Earth as he knew it would cease to exists.
But really, Earth as he knew it already had.
The dark haired man sighed and lowered himself to the grubby old cough he had found in one of the rooms, glancing up at the towering walls around him. It was a library, or a book storage room, but either way all three walls were covered from floor to ceiling with massive, dusty old books. The fourth held two massive windows that looked down upon the war torn streets of New York, some how the glass still remained in tact.
Darius ran his dark gaze over the old spines, reading their names as a way to keep his mind from the events unfolding outside. Though, it really did no help. His mind instantly drew to the war of heaven and hell no matter what he tried to think of, so eventually he simple allowed himself to be swallowed by the thought.
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Lucifer
Lucifer sat atop one of the crippled skyscrapers, balanced upon a support beam that had long since lost the building around it. He stood as a solitary dark figure in the sky, staring down at the streets below with a smirk of accomplishment.
His father may have whipped the world clean in an attempt to start anew, but Lucifer had no intention of allowing him to once again tarnish the universe with his vile creations. He would sooner destroy Earth then allow Heaven to rebuild it in a better light. Hence why he unleashed the gates and sent to the world a flood of his damned creations.
Below, he could see the demons ripping apart the walls of the world of man. The screamed and spewed hellfire all around, destroying everything they touched as ordered. From the streets to his right a mighty roar rang out, signaling the beginning of a fight between one of his greater demons and a soldier of heaven.
Lucifer took a step from his perch, his hands in the pocket of his black suit pants as his illusion of a body vanished from sight. He reappeared blocks away, standing atop a building once more only now he was looking down at the fight he had heard before. A single angel battled the massive hell beast, his sword seeming to be no match for the massive fifteen foot demon. Lucifer smiled, watching as the angel battled the demon with the vigor and battle strategy that he himself remembered learning in the arenas of Heaven. This angel moved with the agility and nimbleness only known to the creatures of god...no demon-kind could ever learn the perfection that was allotted to the higher beings of this universe.
The mighty demon gave off a devastating final shriek as the angel managed to rip it apart, laying waste to one of Lucifers finer creations. Truly, he cared not for the demons that inhabited his realm, but it was irritating to spend so long nurturing a demons hateful spirit only to have it ripped apart by such a young angel.
A small frown marred Lucifers pale face as he watched the final moments of the demon, the wail of pain disappearing just as the charred soul was burned away by its own hellfire. With a dejected tutt, Lucifer once more vanished from the rooftop and appeared on the asphalt below, his gaze level and commanding as he strode towards the young angel. His well tailored suit flapped in the light breath as he came to a halt before the male, bowing his tall lean form in order to penetrate his 'brother' with his icy angelic blue eyes.
He assessed the angel, his eyes wavering down to take in the light armor and angelic sword in his possession. Lucifer had no memory of this angel, though he normally remembered most of the angels that had been in his ranks. His eyes once more found the younger beings and he smiled charmingly, taking a step forward as he address the male, "Do you know who I am?" He finally spoke, raising as single brow in question. His tone was sincere, he wanted to know if this angel would even recognize him. God surely would have educated his angels on the enemy, though....God had a habit of revealing things only when he deemed it necessary for others to know. Lucifer had first had experience in the department, so it would not surprise him if this angel did not recognize the Lord of Hell.