Thread: ..::Hᴀ, I ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ!::.. [Sɪɢʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ)

Eligos was the chosen one, once a prominent member of the heavenly chorus, cast away from His grace ages ago. Humans weren't deserving of His love, nor was any other of His creations. Why did God have to settle with something lesser? Something imperfect? Weaklings, the lot of them. Perhaps it was just bitter cruelty, a way to make his blackened heart beat with excitement or prove he was the better of the ones that crossed Eligos' way. It was that unquenchable fire of his that brought the demon to that area of the world, to that fight, to that ordeal. Insanity would seem his driving force to anyone that even looked that way. For Eligos had picked a fight with a Red Elder Dragon. A creature of majesty that lived so long that people forgot its name, the arcane beast could turn entire countries to cinder overnight. The only mercy the world had with creatures as such beyond the occasional hero that could stave them off, was that dragons that old rarely even moved anymore, finding no motivation other than their peaceful rest. It was hard to see it, even at it's size, as the scarlet monster soared the sky covered by the smoke of his own fire, a destruction that would scar those lands for generations, as nothing could grow in dragon fire ashes. Amidst that chaos, Eligos looked up, a terrifying smile on his face. Deep down he knew that maybe this was the time where he had bitten more than he could chew, but at the same time it was precisely that what made it exciting. Just minutes of their fight made it feel like it had been hours, as the clash of such mights required the best of them. Crimson scales hit the ground, dripping blood and driving themselves in, making it feel like the sky itself was going to fall on their heads. So I got you... Eligos muttered with delight, unsure if his last attack had landed. Standing confident in that hell, the demon's magic covered his body in a way that his extravagant clothing didn't, his athletic pale form covered in dark blood and fabric alike. Why don't you just die... growled, seeing that his last attempt wasn't lethal, wasn't enough. There was something else he could try, or that beast would be circling him and unleashing a torrent of fire until he was just ashes, but it was something he hated. Something that hurt him deep. Eligos screamed, almost a cry, his body tense. White feathered wings sprouted from his back in a sight of unlikely glory, basking him in white light, a sight so sudden that it seemed almost a mirage, as soon those feathers turned black, suffocating all that once had been good. Rising into the smoke clouds, Eligos disappeared suddenly, almost a lightning to the thunder that came afterwards, a roar of pain and suffering that made the skies tremble. Dragon blood rained on the hill that day, as the horribly maimed carcass of a once magnificent creature fell from the skies. Eligos landed, no, crashed nearby, his wings gone, getting up from the ground with trouble, recovering his breath. One could see a smile in his face, the one of victory over impossible odds, but also a glint in his eye, of something lost. For a moment, Eligos looked startled, but soon his expression relaxed into one of familiar arrogance, a smug and detached grin painting his face. Did the mouse came to see the cats fight? he wondered out loud, his voice wavering a bit. Let me look presentable, my mousy he added, purple fire covering him, making the injuries, blood and ashes go away, Eligos looking his best once more. Are you going to get out of that bush or do I have to invite you to dance? he mocked, looking directly at Scarlet.