Thread: Portal - A Fall From Grace (BurningWillows and Black_Out)

The angelic abode was one fashioned by divine grace and power. Stone was melded and reshaped as the two angels saw fit. Each had their own separate chamber, fitted with whatever comforts they desired and conjured up into existence. Within Alexander's room was a large hammock made of supple silk ropes, a fluffy pillow of the softest down feathers was tied into place at the head of the hanging place of rest. Sets of weapons glistened in the soft yellow light that basked upon the room from magical glowing sconces set upon the wall. Stands were adorned with different sets of armor, all of the highest quality, the care taken to maintain them was quite evident. There was a small basin, filled with cool refreshing water that would never turn sour or run dry. Upon a few ledges, and mantles in the room were an assortment of trinkets and souvenirs that Alexander had acquired during his brief time on the island. Beyond that, the room had few furnishings, save for a pair of stone stools that emerged seamlessly from the floor. Leading away from Alexanders room was a long high vaulted hallway awash in the same illuminating yellow glow of the magical sconces. It led towards the main foyer, passing the great doorway and the general room where the two angels could meet at the altar of the pantheon of gods that they served. From there the hallway swept on towards the room Kyharra had brought into being for herself, leaving the stone benches and the etched symbols of the seven gods that they dutifully served behind. Among the face of the long hallway that connected the simple three roomed dwelling were well hidden arrow slits that had been rendered into the stone by their hands. From the outside they were nearly invisible, as they were well camouflaged against detection. The searing sounds of hellfire drenched arrows sinking into the front of the door thudded to their ears as the thick door slammed shut behind them. Alexander spared a brief wide eyed glance back to his companion as he leaned his spear against the wall. His lips moved as if to answer her desperate inquiries, but he could find no clear answers of his own to offer to her. Instead he turned back towards the doorway, bowing his head, his sliver tinted hair curtained downward across the stoic and sharp features of his troubled face. I don't have any answers, Kyharra, I wish I did. He flicked his hand across the razor sharp tip of his spear, drawing blood upon his palm, and squeezed his fist, causing bright red to surge out from between his clenched fingers. With a swift motion he passed his palm along the entire length of the doors edge, blood smearing and streaking upon the stone frame, swirling into mystical shapes and symbols that glowed a dim red hue. A sanctuary, a refuge from evil I call upon, let none pass that bare fiendish blood! His voice boomed out, echoing through the small dwelling they had established up in the mountain tops. The angelic form of Alexander trembled as he sunk to a single knee, the expenditure of such a power should of hardly phased him, but now, he felt the weight of it as the seal was set into place. Their house though was secured now, at least from the gathering of fallen angels, and the devilish presence of the bearded vulture that lurked beyond their doorway. The magnificent form of the winged warrior took a few deep breathes as he settled his grasp around the leather wrapped handle of his spear and used it for leverage to regain his feet. Be wary, Kyharra, our divinity, seems, threatened, our powers limited, and costly to be called upon. His words were tinted with discomfort, and he did not dare to look back towards her as his brows knitted together while his facial features were etched momentarily with worry. The seal should hold, we should be safe, for now. He stated as he bit his lip and regained his composure. The horrid and shrill screams issuing from beyond the barred and sealed doorway to their abode slowly subdued and then ceased all together. Alexander turned his head, angling an ear towards the doorway as he listened, catching the faint sounds of feet landing upon the cleared landing beyond the steps that led up to their steel hard and thick oaken door. He glanced back towards Kyharra, switching the spear into the temporary grasp of the fingers that were around the strap upon the interior of his shield. His index finger settled vertically across his closed lips as he locked the gaze of his blue eyes upon hers. Shh.. Was all he quietly murmured as he held up two fingers and pointed them towards the doorway. What's a matter, my lovelies? A sinister voice, gurgling and reptilian, rose up and dominated the wind swept mountains. Have your gods, forsaken you, my, what a blessed feeling that must be. The booming voice belonged to Pazilnar as the ancient devil had taken it's truest of shapes. The massive being was the size of some of the tallest of giants, standing easily twenty feet in height, and far more obese then anything one might see in their life time. The immensity of the devil was littered with boils and open puss spewing blisters. The sickly green and yellow fluids issuing forth left the air around the devil filled with the smell of well rotted flesh. Even the nearby mosses that had found shelter upon the mountain top wilted and died in the fiends presence. Pazilnar licked leering wide smiling lips with the tubular length of a sucker riddled tongue while it's bulky mass hovered just mere inches from the snowy mountain peak it had been perched upon in the guise of the bearded vulture. The large black leathery wings stretched out behind it's bloated oozing form, though they obviously were not the means by which the disgusting figure of Pazilnar floated. Clicking long immaculate crimson needle sharp nails together the words of the devil echoed across the chasm, taunting at the ears of the pair of angels that had taken cover. Cowards, I like that. The great devil then swept the meaty palm of a hand towards their abode. I do have a rather busy schedule today, such a bountiful harvest of souls is set to begin, mmmmm....So I can't concern myself entirely with your demise. There was brief pause. Stay here, they'll come out, eventually. When they do I want what is left of their corpses for my artistic, endeavors. The devils large eyes swirled with multiple pupils of differing colors as they observed a pair of darkened shadows that had vaguely horrid demonic shapes worming their way up the face of the mountain beneath the safe haven of the angels. I could put them in such wonderful poses. With those last musing words filling the air, the massive devil shot upward with a single, mighty flap of it's powerful wings, before twirling with unnatural grace and disappearing as it dove downward behind the opposing mountain range.