The Crimson Angel

"I shall follow the Covenant of my Blood until the End!" ✒ || Anghel Higure || ✒ Affiliated with Citta-Alveare

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[anghelofjudecca]

casxiel:

“you… too”?

if this stranger is claiming to be an angel, you see no sign of celestial power about them. and you know every angel in heaven, and you have never heard of an anghel higure or even a crimson angel of judecca.

“my name is castiel,” you tell them hesitantly. true, you do consider it your duty to protect the innocent from the drones, but… you’re unsure about this ‘anghel’…

you’re about to interject and maybe make another comment when you sense the approaching presence of the drones. your faces lift up, and your vessel perks up too.

you nod in agreement. “this way,” you say, and quickly begin to head off in another direction.

“Well met.” I nod solemnly. It is not appropriate, and oft harmful, to speak the true names of angels. I shall keep his true name, that which he entrusted to me, close to my heart, and dare not utter it in the presence of mortals.

“I shall GWAAGH!”

{{ A drone bursts out of a nearby window behind Anghel, shooting glass shards everywhere. He whips around and brandishes a tiny mapping pen that very suddenly transforms into an elongated spear resembling the same object. }}

“Fear not, Tempered Angel of Solitude!” With a mighty swing of Saekro’m The Holy Spear, I stun the Iron Demon in its place. It cries out in anguish. The weight of its Dark Mechanisms echoes in my mind, throbbing. I hear their voices, the Multitudes of the Condemned...

D́Ȩ̛M͟O҉́N̢͡

I... no. I will not falter!

WE AR̸E I̧NN͟OC҉ENT AN͏D̷ Y̴O̧U ̸KILL͡   US͟ S҉TÍL͢L

I...

I don’t understand...

{{ The drone raises a metal claw. Anghel is glued to where he stands, his spear locked stiffly in his hands. }}

[anghelofjudecca]

themagehero:

Alright then. Apparently shit is getting real in this IKEA.

The other is trying to appear intimidating yet they just seem ridiculous. Daylen is sure to not let any smirk show though; who knows how they’d react to that. Best to just calmly refute their points and hope Anghel sees sense.

Calmly the mage steps close as they also approach. The wooden sword could cause harm but compared to magic it isn’t much of a threat.

“I simply came to check for any wounded. Not really a matter of following or singling anyone out in particular.” Perhaps he would for his friends when concerned about them, but not a complete stranger.

Rather than be intimidated a confused look appears on his face. The words phase him a lot more than spinning the wooden blade around. White Warlocks what the hell was- wait a second. Did that mean the scientists? He’d heard whitecoats as a derogatory name but this took it to a much sillier level.

“Let me suppose that means the scientists. If you refer to them rather than some other group I’m not aware of, the answer is no. I simply act of my own will, and concerns from a shelter manager to check the surrounding area. Nor am I a Minor Warlock of Baal; whatever that would imply. You seem to be misunderstanding our current situation.”

{{ Anghel searches Daylen’s expression, and his own falters in shared confusion. }}

“I... I see. No-- we have met before. Have we not?”

I clutch my chest, feeling a foreboding energy. Something is amiss... there is a Fog of Uncertainty looming in my mind. My Demonic Eye is clouded.

“Your face is familiar. And so, too, is your voice... gah!” My flesh prison is besieged by infernal agony! “Ghk... m-my Crimson Breast... it stirs!” 

I lose grip on my human form, bearing my True Body before the man I now recognize as Magus Inflexi. My wings convulse as the unholy power buried within begins to writhe in its chains.

{{ Anghel has transformed into a bird, and is now flapping around on the floor in confusion. }}

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[anghelofjudecca]

casxiel:

you stare at the stranger. he is spewing a lot of words that mean things to you that must not mean the same thing to him, you think, or else he wouldn’t be saying them. you hope.

you are fairly certain you know the nature of the drones. there’s no way you could have missed the scent of sulfur or their demonic faces. you’re not sure what it is that this stranger can see, but now you’re wondering if you missed something or if this stranger simply just sees or says things that are not really true. it is possible he may be… “kidding” you.

“i’ve fought several of them myself,” you reply. “and i must clarify, i’m no mortal either. i’m an angel. so if these drones really are demons, then i would know.”

“You... you, too, are a Servant of God?!”

{{ Anghel betrays his seriousness for a moment, getting just a little starry-eyed. He quickly crawls out from under the coat and rights himself, however. }}

“I sensed thy Holy Aura when I approached -- I am Anghel Higure, the Crimson Angel of Judecca.”

“Destiny has brought us together in this Accursed Metropolis, it seems. It is our shared duty to protect the innocents of this realm from the Iron Demons--”

The din of their footsteps nears, christened by shattering glass. With each move they crush Portals to Distant Realms*, galaxies crumbling beneath their perilous limbs.

“We cannot linger here!”

[anghelofjudecca]

casxiel:

you’ve fought. you’ve bled. you’ve killed and you’ve hurted and you’d like to think you’ve done your fair share on the drones swarming the district. despite your pain your vessel is easy to stitch back up again, and for those who look upon you with mortal eyes it may appear like there’s not even a scratch on your body.

but that isn’t so, and you can feel it. photons pour out of open wounds on your true form, and limbs that do not exist throb with pain. your vessel sags a bit. you can’t hold the attention necessary to look alert.

(is it still phantom pain if your wings no longer work?)

so caught up in wallowing are you that you don’t notice the approaching blue blur until it’s almost upon you. your eyes fixate on the running stranger, and your vessel turns its shoulders too. the stranger dives between your vessel’s legs, and your brows knit together, your head tilting to the side. this is an odd behavior you have not seen before.

you regard the stranger’s words carefully. somehow, they seem to have an awareness of who you are… yet you have no idea who they are.

“… demons?”

you try not to sound too incredulous.

“i assure you, there are no demons here. if there were, i would be able to see their true faces.”

“You misunderstand.”

I cover my Demonic Eye with one hand to direct his attention.

“My All-Seeing Eye perceives that which mortals cannot. I have seen the Iron Demons, clad in metal, tainted by Dark Sin... and I know their true purpose. They hunger for the Tender Blood of the Innocent.”

{{ Anghel crouches lower to the ground, staying where he is. He doesn’t seem to find any of this improper. }}

“Have you not witnessed their destruction, Tempered Angel?”

[anghelofjudecca]

@casxiel

The Iron Demons -- I sense their presence from afar. I have felled countless among their ranks, but my Angelic Powers must recharge. I can only seek shelter now in this Black Chaos.

{{ Anghel crawls along the ground, exhausted. He pulls himself into an alley, and spots someone with a long trenchcoat. }}

“Beware, Tempered Angel of Solitude!”

I crawl into the darkness beneath the stranger’s vestments, seeking shade and marking myself as a harmless force.

{{ He crawls between their legs and hides under their trenchcoat. He peeks up to look at their face with a very serious expression. }}

“The Iron Demons approach... we must seek shelter.”

[anghelofjudecca]

herokind:

    You look up at the grand gates of the HIVE CITY ZOO. 

> Tavros: Get a bad case of déjà vu.

    Oh, way ahead of you. With your old friend Anghel by your side and your trusty companion Horsaroni bearing your weight, you can’t help but feel like you’ve done this before. Because you have. You did this last year with the exact same people, and now you’re going to do it again. 

    At least last time you did it with POSITIVE VIGOR. At the moment, you’re unfortunately only driven by VENGEANCE. Anghel doesn’t have to know that, though. You can pass any emotion off as the general vibe of DETERMINATION.

[ ♉ ] TAVROS: oHHH BOY,  [ ♉ ] TAVROS: oK, hERE WE GO,

♉ aNIMALS, oF THIS KINGDOM tAVROSALIA, ♉ ♉ uHH, i FORGOT THE REST OF IT, bUT, ♉ ♉ iF YOU COULD HELP OUT, ♉ ♉ wITH THIS WHOLE THING AGAIN, ♉ ♉ tHAT’D BE GREATLY APPRECIATED, ♉

    You pull Anghel aside for a second. The doors burst open with a BATTLE CRY, followed by the stampede of HUNDREDS OF ANIMALS. They flood the streets, crushing fire, drone, and street structure alike in their wake. You count the corpses: that’s about THREE (3) ADVERSARIES dead. You salute your army with the burning buildings as your witness, as does Horsaroni with a bow of its head, and then look to your friend.

[ ♉ ] TAVROS: sOOOOO, [ ♉ ] TAVROS: wHAT’S NEXT, 

@anghelofjudecca

Good fortune smiles upon the Crimson Angel this day -- in the ashes of the Accursed Metropolis, an ally emerges. With the Valiant Bull of the Sun at my side, a new mission begins amidst the dust and decay.

“Well said, Valiant Bull. Your speech will surely GWAAGH--!”

{{ The sudden yank takes Anghel by surprise, and he poofs into his original form, flapping his wings frantically. }}

{{ He regains himself shortly afterward, donning his human appearance once more. }}

The Beasts of War charge onward. I witness their destruction and their valiant sacrifice firsthand, joining the Valiant Bull of the Sun in a reverent salute. I cast an ancient blessing in the Holy Tongue to send them on their destined path.

“Eia ergo, Advocata nostra, illos tuos misericordes oculos ad nos converte...”

I turn my gaze to the Valiant Bull.

“Now we, too, must fight.” Raising Saekro’m the Holy Spear, I feel Hellfire in my veins. It is time! “There is no fiend capable of defeating us, so long as we carry hope in our hearts--”

The thunderous footsteps of the White Warlocks’ Servants come. Their gnarled metal limbs come into view, challenging us. The encounter begins.

“Falcon Strike!”

My blow knocks the nearest Iron Demon backward.

“Draw thy weapon, Valiant Bull! Our true battle is nigh!”

[art-of-swords-deactivated201705]

Presentation Sword made for the Duke of Mecklenburg-Strelitz

Dated: 1763 A.D.

Culture: French

Measurements: overall length  38cm

Bequeathed by Col. A. Martin Leake, V.C. (1953)

Presented to Stephen Martin Leake, Garter King of Arms

This sword was presented by Adolphus Frederick, 4th Duke of Mecklenburg-Strelitz (brother of Queen Charlotte) to Stephen Martin Leake on the occasion of the Duke’s investiture at Strelitz with the Order of the Garter. The sword has a gold hilt, a blued steel blade and kid-leather scabbard. It is a rare survival of its period, as most gold hilts were melted down for the value of the metal.

The elaborate chasing and rococo motifs on the hilt are typical of goldsmith’s work produced at this time in the German princely states. Soldingen in Westphalia had a huge export trade in sword blades which were mounted up by sword cutlers using their own hilts. In this instance the hilt bears the maker’s marks of Jean-Frédéric Büttner of Strasbourg.

The ‘blueing’ of steel could be achieved in two ways: the first is by heat treatment of the steel, known as ‘tempering’. The second, more reliable method, is to dip the object into a chemical solution made up of caustic soda and saltpetre, followed by immersion first in cold then hot water. The blades were usually etched with stylised designs then blued and gilt. Blueing was frequently used to colour steel as it provided a vivid contrast to any gilt decoration. Most armour was blued, but over-cleaning has removed it.

Source: Copyright © 2016 Trustees of the British Museum

[anghelofjudecca]

@smuppeting

“Dark Void Shockwave!”

With a mighty cry, Anghel strikes the drone in front of him with Saekro’m the Holy Spear. It staggers backward, and he shields himself from oncoming fire. Its Demonic Eye pulses red, preparing a devastating Crimson Beam.

“Gh--!”

Rolling out of its path, he manages to avoid sustaining critical damage this turn. The other drones nearby are waiting for their chance to attack -- for some reason, they all wait for Anghel to move, as if they’re enemies in a turn-based RPG.

Still, he’s pitifully outnumbered. But the Crimson Angel cannot end here...

“Get thee hence, Iron Harbingers of Death! Blood Lotus Cremation!”

[art-of-swords-deactivated201705]

Cup-Hilted Rapier

Dated: 17th century 

Culture: Spanish

Measurements: overall length 117 cm

The sword has a slim, straight, double-edged blade with a central groove at the first part and the writing ‘SAHAGUN’. The iron hilt has a double-valve chiselled with lions surrounding an altar with a beaded crown, pierced border decorated with flowers, and quillons with moulded arms of the hilt buttoned at the end, while the guard eis decorated en suite. The grooved pommel is designed in the shape of a plum. The wooden grip has a brass ring-nut.

Source: Copyright © 2016 Czerny’s International Auction House S.R.L.

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[anghelofjudecca]

@maskeded

“Crimson Seraph Chain!”

With a mighty swing, the Dark Fiends in my path are felled. But once more they rise, Remnants of a Necromancer’s Curse, the will of the White Warlocks. Is Saekro’m the Holy Spear not enough to slay them?! 

The Crimson Angel of Judecca cannot be defeated here...!

“Gh... begone, Servants of Darkness!” I feel a wall against my back. 

“Your life ends here, Angel of Hell.” The Ruling Demon steps forth, summoning Hellfire in his palm. “This city belongs to us. Your power has no hold here!”

No... this cannot be!

[anghelofjudecca]

themagehero:

This really isn’t Daylen’s idea of a proper patrol. Then again who else was going to check it?

After visiting a shelter, the owner suggested checking nearby buildings in the area. The last on the list was this place known as IKEA. Daylen didn’t visit it much; experiences here were either annoying or brief to get something for the mansion. It wasn’t likely to be much of a safehouse so he expected this to be over quickly.

However, surprisingly the mage was not alone. An over-dramatic voice in the distance proclaimed something about him being a Beast of Shadow. Had they even seen him? These green robes don’t exactly say darkness.

Maybe they’re just tired or don’t have a lot of experience with humans. No, that idea goes out the window when he catches sight of them. This apparent fortress is nothing more than a bunch of mattresses. It feels more like Nagisa organising a sleepover than defences for battle. One wouldn’t even need gunpowder to get rid of this.

“I think you might have mistaken me for someone else.” Okay they definitely did. Still, he needed to make a good impression of their seeming paranoia. Dismissing their weapon or words (which he was very tempted to do) isn’t the way forward.

“Whatever you think, I am no demon. I was sent here to check if anyone was injured and using it as a safe spot. There’s a shelter nearby you could use instead. Anyone else hiding here with you?” Maker let him get a straight answer. He didn’t want to be talking to that Brecilian hermit all over again.

The voice of the Shadowed Beast calls out to me. I rise just enough so that I may glimpse him from my Steel Stronghold.

“Thy voice is human... and so is thy form.”

Perhaps he is no demon. But I cannot yet be certain. Wielding Saek’rom the Holy Spear before me, I step forth from my fortress to confront him. Should he attack, I shall be prepared.

“None dared follow me here.” I study him. His robes signify proficiency in magic. He speaks of “patrol”... 

“But if you are a Guardian of the Accursed Metropolis... do you serve the White Warlocks?!” A foe indeed! Most treacherous and foul! I spin Saekro’m the Holy Spear to instill fright in him. “Bare thy fangs, Minor Warlock of Baal! Our destined duel begins now!”