Angels Fall

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He lifts his hand and there was two orbs one white and the other black. They were circling each other.

"Power of light and darkness. Your son is to be the owner and it will pass on down his sons."

Hejaloki wanted to pass this power on soon.
 
"Very well....but make haste. I feel darkness nearby..."

Alexander stood from his throne and turned his back away from Hejaloki. The king agreed to guide Hejaloki to where his son, Mathias, lied resting. After passing through several corridors, they arrived to the room of the young prince Mathias. This son of kings and queens would hold within his soul the powers of light and darkness. The king turned to face Hejaloki. "Do what you have to do...."
 
He turns to the king.

"A simple blessing will do." He then looks toward the room. He knows the battle with Armageddon was drawing close.

He hopes these mortals will not have to use this power.
 
"Very well, I'll let you complete your mission." Alexander left the room and closed the door behind him. The time was drawing closer, Armageddon's darkness could be felt scratching the walls of the castle, as if it were attempting to corrupt young Mathias' soul. Fortunately, Hejaloki's blessing was protecting the young prince from that monster.
 
Hejaloki approached the young boy. He did some motions with his hand and chanted in a ancient language. He finished with touching the boy on the fore head. "I give you the power of darkness and light."

He then lifts his hands in the air blessing the entire castle with light. Then he vanishes before the boy has a chance to respond.

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The Last Fight

He then appears out side the newly form castle looking for Armgeddon. He spots him on the top of the tower. He unleashes a powerful bolt towards him and then charges blade and shield ready at him.

He doesn't notice his attacks are made with anger. This will cause his own downfall.
 
With a grave tone in his voice, the once proud and fallen angel Archzil challenged Hejaloki. "You are so foolish....fate is on my side. You will fall." With a mere swing of his monstrous gigantic blade, Armageddon deflected the bold of lightning and redirected that attack towards a nearby wall. Soon after, he pressed forward, tightening the grip of the handle of his sword, and swinging it randomly in an attempt to crush Hejaloki.
 
Hejaloki was almost swamped by the barrage. He manage to parry or block the attacks with his shield.

"Your demise will bring light back to the world, old friend."

Hejaloki let loose 3 holy bolts from his shield and bought his sword in from the right.
 
The mighty demon opened his left hand wide open, and the several bolts of lightning were released to counter attack Hejaloki's spells. Soon the demon brought himself towards Hejaloki, and unleashed a barrage of attacks. While attacking his opponent restlessly, the mighty Armageddon kept mocking Hejaloki. "You fool....you can't stop me....just like you couldn't stop me when I killed your bride...."
 
"Nnnnoooo...." Hejaloki bought his sword around fast and hard at the last thing Armageddon said. Hejaloki's anger and hatred started to grip at his heart.

"... You will pay for all your sins."

His sword came in fast and hard at Armgeddon's left side.
 
Surprisingly, with his cold left hand clad in steel plates he grabbed Heja's blade. As he struggled to keep his enemy's sword away from his face, Armageddon fixed his cold red eyes on Hejaloki, and after smirking, he began his mockery anew. "Acting by bind rage...the same rage that cost your Joila's life....you wretched failed excuse of a warrior...how can you kill someone whose black heart is not bound to worthless emotions such as love?"
 
The hatred and anger grew stronger in Hejaloki's heart. He jerked his sword out of Armageddon's hand.

"By making you feel the power of them!"

With that Hejaloki glowed extremely bright. His blade glowed as bright as the sun. His blade was filled with love for Joila and yet tainted with anger and hatred. Then he thrusted at Armageddon's chest
 
Armageddon willingly allowed Hejaloki's opponent's blade to pierce his chest. Ad if he were defying Death himself, Archzil kept moving forward, his opponent's blade digging even further in his muscullar torso. As soon as he saw Hejaloki's neck at hands reach, he brought his left hand to Hejaloki's neck intending to grab it.

"Do you see now, hatred can't kill me. Your blade is stained with hatred, and hate created me, therefore you's hate only fuels my existance. Give up hope now and give into the darkness. Come, I'll reunite you with Joila!!"
 
"NEVER!"

Hejaloki grew more angered and hatred grew stronger with in him. It soon became to great for anyone being to hold. He glowed brighter and brighter.

With that Hejaloki's power overloaded in a massive explosion.
 
As the flames of hatred flowed from both inside and outside Hejaloki, Armageddon desperately attempted to absorb everything within his own cursed veins. Still the force of that energy was too strong, the flow of power was too great, too untamable. As soon as Armageddon allowed the energy to enter his body, it infused him with a power so great that not even his body could contained it, and so his physical body was consumed by the flames of hatred. In a desperate attempt to preserve his own existance, Archzil infected Hejaloki with his own dark energy, and infused his demonic sword with his own twisted soul. The very same sword that would someday fall on the hands of a descendant of the Silverwing Clan, a man destined for the greatest of powers, the power of the night.

The sword lied stuck on the floor, silently awaiting for his master's calling, eternally waiting for his true wielder to grab its hilt. The dark jewel contained on the middle of both sides of the blade shined brightly red, but soon its shine faded and became dark red.
 
Hejaloki was consumed in his own attack. He fell to darkness to rise as a dark, less powerful version of himself. Calling himself Loki.

About 50 years later...

It was nighttime on the far continent.A dark being appeared in the night. He was clad in dark armor. His flesh was pale white with dark sunken eyes. His sleek black hair flowed in the wind.

He glanced to the sky. A single tear came from his right eye.

For the only thoughts he had was to purify the entire world of all creatures and his bride Joila.


THE END
 
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