*they land in the other realm, slamming into the ground*
*Michael pushes Demonia off of him roughly*
@denarius-quart-of-wheat
*Demonia goes still*
Anath will always be a better fighter than you. I will always be more powerful in Hell than you, and Moloch, the King of all the vice demons will always be loyal to Hell's natural course. *he begins to walk towards Mars, Moloch follows beside him, Anath should do the same* You have nothing.
I have had nothing for a very long time. I dont know what you expect from me but it is not to die as easily as my siblings.
Anath is not a better fighter. I taught her.
*he sneers at her as she is walking with Adram* And shes a woman.
Sexist, too. I guess thats good considering an angel couldn't say those things *laughs*
*he closes in, getting in more of a offensive position*
*he archs the spear again, wide circles as his eyes start to glow*
Actually, I was taught that as an angel and Anath felt it her entire heavenly life. She is nothing compared to me.
*his rings starts to spin around him as well*
*he suddenly extends his arm, the chain ripping from his wrist and wrapping up in the rings*
*they pull to a stop, straining*
*grits his teeth and throws the spear at him*
*as Mars reflects the spear, Anath pulls her guns and rapid fires on him*
*he tugs hard as the spear reappears in his hand*
*he takes every single shot and his rings start to crack*
*he pulls harder, the spear on his back as he extends his other hand, the other chain flying towards him, the spear head on the end ready to slice right through Michael*
*Mars starts to become engulfed in white light that starts to spread*
ADRAMELECH! HIS TRUE FORM!
MOLOCH! TAKE ANATH!
*Moloch's eyes widen but he complies as he grabs Anath and teleports her topside with himself*
*the rings turn gold and start to expand*
*he steps back as the chain gets slack*
Come on! Fight and stop this fucking show!
*his voice seems to be everywhere all at once*
You said hell isnt meant for me... then no more hell.
*his light and rings starts expanding exponentially*
*his chains break as he steps back more*
Hell will always exist, brother! You lose! Destroy it all and you still lose! *he is shielding his eyes from the light, feeling its burn on his skin as its intensifying*
*Demons start evaporating from the power as the spread slows only because its a lot to release at once*
*his wings spread wide, a deep demonic growl*
All that anyone will remember of you is how you wasted yourself for Heaven's cause! Maybe your brother was right! You really are a failure! Even in Hell!
Anyone who would remember me that matters is gone. As will you be.
Father will remember. Not that He matters anymore, either.
*spreads his arms, welcoming this final moment as he will be with Lucifer*
*there is a moment when Michael imploded and hell starts to collapse in then he explodes again, ripping through everything all at once*
*Adramelech and whatever in Hell is destroyed completely*
*this other realm he finds himself in is vacant. He can see himself dimly and there is another dim figure in the distance*
*Moloch feels the complete disconnect, knowing Hell is gone*
*he leads Anath to his room in the asylum, being told to go here before he arrived in Hell*
*leads her in and goes to his table, finding a scroll*
*he unwraps it as it unrolls to the floor, the writing very elegant amd flowery even, the ink gold and sparkling but it smells heavily of Sulphur and brimestone*
I... I know we dont know one another but... i have somewhere we can go to serve if you wosh to still serve.
*holds a finger up to hush her*
Give me a sec.
*it reads:
Moloch, Godking of a Hell that doesnt exist,
If you are reading this Hell is gone, Im dead, and the apocalypse will go on with or without Mars and Lucifer.
I knew this would happen, or a very similar thing once I knew Michael killed Lucifer. The end was near for all of us. You see, our brother would always be the end of Hell as we know it. Sky daddy knew it, too, and why He never intervened with Earth or his Harbringers. I hate to admit it, but that was the beauty of giving his humans free will... and passing it along to the angelics who were sent to Earth. One way or another, no matter what Michael would choose, Michael would do the work of Heaven.
Make no mistake, Lucifer knew this too. Luvifer always knew. Dad is cunning and sly. Dad's a bitch. But its not over. Michael missed a few details in his rush to take Hell over.
Moloch, you are a Godking. Hell may be gone, but you are the current god of the remaining demons roaming Earth. But time is against you. Soon, they will begin to fall ill and weak. This is where you shine.
In your magical chest I have secured the most powerful and important books of Hell for your viewing pleasure. Yes, I paused time while Michael was too busy on the throne. You will work on empowering them and opening the void. Yes, my power. The largest book explains it all. This void opens up against Purgatory. When you feel the power at its peak, perform the ritual and the void will be ready to become the second Hell. At that time we will be summoned from our eternal slumber and Lucifer will recreate everything we had, with you at the wheel. This is what I give you.
Tell Anath to carry on my name. I will have a special place by my side for her when we return.
Lucifer's Scribe,
Adramelech.
*Anath puts her weapons away, her armor disappearing leaving her in a black dress as she crosses her arms to watch him*
*he reads the last part to her softly and puts the scroll down, going over to his chest and opening it, feeling the intense power of the knowledge in the books here*
*Adramelech stares at the figure, not knowing if this is a dream or death*
*she curiously tries to peek over his shoulder* you trust the demons to actually listen to you?
*The glow of the other figure is the only other thing in this realm*
*his fingertips caress the outside of the books, the power of Hell tingling on his skin*
*almost says absently* They dont have a choice. If they dont, they die.
*Adramelech begins to walk towards the glow, wach step feeling as though he needs to do this*
Your faith is admirable.
*the figure starts to sit up, best he can see*
*a smirk to himself* Yours is too, apparently. *shuts the chest and turns to look at her*
You realize you're the last archdemon. A former harbringer. And im the last... the /only/ godking.
*she gives a solemn nod* I do. We are all thats left.
Stick by me and we will build home again.
*Adramelech walks faster, then runs*
*she nods* If anyone was going to do it, it would be you.
*as he is running, the figure gets closer. They slowly stand and watch him then spread their arms to him*