The Mocker steps past the line of his servants groveling on the ground without even a glance. He stops in front of Elina and her group on the pier. The Fallen Archangel is huge, he easily stands at eight feet tall in his spotless armor. It glints in the light thrown off by multiple fires around them. In his contempt of the Keeper his sword still rests in its scabbard as though he has nothing to fear.
“We meet at last, Elina.” He cocks his head to the side smirking, “You have been a thorn in my side, yet I must admit, I expected more from the mighty Keeper. You look more like a mighty mouse to me!” Chuckling at his own joke he continues staring directly into Elina’s eyes.
“Now I see where your dead sons get their brains. They misjudged me and paid the price.” Elina snaps, looking at the monster disguised in fine armor in front of her. Stepping closer to the Mocker, her eyes flash with her power, “You forget demon, I have the power of all Heaven within me and its warriors shall bring you to justice once again.”
The Mocker starts to laugh drawing his sword once more. “I was hoping you would not make it easy, you have something I want, give it to me and I may let you live…”
An explosion rocks the pier behind the Mocker and he is struck by a mighty blow from the dragon’s tail. The impact connects with the armored chest in a resounding boom, lifting the mocker from his feet and sending him rocketing towards the ship next to the pier. With a crash of splintering wood he flies into the massive mast of the vessel completely severing it from the ship. The weight of his massive armored body takes him beyond the deck and into the water with a colossal splash!
Elina watches as the huge mast falls towards the dock landing on scattering demons. She smiles inwardly as the creatures are pounded into the ground. The horde left behind begin to gather themselves to start the second wave of attacks on the Keeper and the Dragon. Their largest demons start pushing and driving the smaller creatures toward the circle of warriors. She feels Malach walk up behind her and ready himself for battle.
“No more dragon then?” averting her eyes from the threats that are lining up around them she looks at Malach in his archangel form. He is stunning in his dragon scale armor and magnificent blue wings. Though covered with blood and gore from the battle his armor shines with the brilliance of heaven. Even the demons are forced to look away as if it pains them to look upon the light of a pure soul.
“No, my place is at your side. We will face these abominations together.” With that he draws his sword and prepares for battle again.
In the distance a deep, ominous sound of a horn echoes across the night and sends chills down the spines of the gathered keepers. The demons make a charge at them before the horn dies away, replaced with a roar of bloodlust as they run flying at them.
Elina yells out, “Stick with the plan we have to escape when possible. Until then kill as many as you can!” She begins to pool her power, preparing for the ensuing chaos when a bright flash catches her attention.
A shooting star shimmers across the night sky, followed by more. Within seconds it seems that the sky itself is falling, as if all the stars of heaven are raining down upon the black army. The demons skid to a halt in confusion and look around in fear. The flyers take to the air, scattering in hopes of finding shelter.
Elina can hear the Mockers voice raging as his servants pull him from the water. They watch from the deck of the burning ship. His perfectly polished armor is now caved in at his chest and most of the brightest diamonds have been knocked off from the impact of his passage. The eyes of a madman stare back from his bleeding, mud-covered face with a darkness that chills her soul.
‘Here we go,’ she thinks.
The meteors impact behind the group showering them with dirt and rock. Out of the dust cloud Uriel strides towards Elina and Malach stopping he bows to the Keeper. His pure white armor matches his wings with hints of gold mixed in.
“Greetings Keeper, we have come for the Betrayer.”
Malach grins and watches as two more follow. Gabriel warrior angel, covered completely in silver armor wears a molded face mask which reveals his eyes. Jake stares in awe at his wings, which whip around like molten snakes made completely of electricity. Simeon the mighty celestial soldier lands to the right of Malach, wearing his golden chain mail over his coffee colored skin. In his mighty fist, he holds a golden crossbow and wears a belt laden with weapons. He snaps his mighty wings open and the polished blades of his feathers reflect the fire and more falling stars as the army of angels join the fight.
“Brothers, what took you so long?” Malach asks as they move into a protective circle. The Mocker smiles when they come. He is prepared for just this possibility. With a clap of his hands the ship deck explodes with demons. Night crawlers, with bony blades for hands and a lust for blood. They leap and run on all fours heading straight for the humans. The fallen angels attack in a fluid dance of warriors trained together for a millennium.
Chaos explodes around Elina and she stays close to the Keepers fighting off arachnid like demons. Their grotesque multi-legged bodies are attached to a human face with multiple eyes and mouths. An eerie screech emanates from their distorted mouths, working and slathering for the fresh blood they smell.
Jakes draws
