Keruziel

Keruziel is a DLC character in Dissidia Calamitas Infinita, originating from Conquest. Keruziel was the first of her host, the Flame of Belias, Aspect of Redemption and Punishment. She was cast into the world of Sundry, which she deems to be Hell. Deprived of the guidance of her sisters and Belias, Keruziel now stalks the skies of Sundry, seeking to judge all whom she comes across. For that is why the One has sent her to Sundry...right? 
==Appearance==
Flames do not burn the sinless.
Keruziel is a pale, androgynous figure, roughly humanoid in appearance. She is unnaturally tall, with slender, elongated limbs and neck. Her skin is smooth and white as alabaster, unmarked by any blemish. Her eyes are featureless, pure white orbs, which glow with the radiance of incandescent metal. This blank gaze and expressionless affect makes her an unreadable, inhuman presence.
Keruziel is constantly aflame. Her white hair curls into flames at shoulder length. She possesses four wings, angelic in appearance, which also trail off into flames. She emits no smoke.
White predominates in her colour scheme. She wears a simple sheath tunic of white cloth. The lower part of this tunic burns without consuming it. It is unknown if Keruziel possesses lower limbs. The one note of contrast is the staff she wields, which is pure black. When angered, her entire body becomes wreathed in a white blaze, limned by black.
File:Keruziel.png|No rest. No mercy. No matter what.
==Story==
By flame be judged.
Awakening
Emptiness.
I do not sleep, but I awoke to find emptiness. A desolate, barren wasteland of ashes and a sky the colour of ash.
It was nothing compared to the emptiness with in me. I could not feel Belias, my Lord. I could not hear the constant hum of my sisters. I could not feel God. The One was my light, the steady illumination of my soul, the anchor to my being. I searched within me, and found nothing.
I confess: I panicked. My wings sent me spiralling into the sky, drawing tighter and tighter circles. I flew and the vast, horrible sameness of the landscape stretched out endlessly, whilst the clouds remained ever out of my reach. Emptiness: No people, no angels, no light. At the zenith of my flight, I shrieked once. There was no reply.
I let myself drop from the sky. The ashes welcomed my fall with a hollow thud. They cradled my body as I curled into a ball and wept.
* * *
“God?” I called tremulously. I spoke aloud, as if that would make a difference. “Forgive me. I am but Your humble soldier, and I dare not question Your plan. Forgive me my weakness, that I must ask…why? Why am I here?”
Silence answered me again. I groped for the warmth of Belias’ presence, that great flame which gave rise to mine. I reached for the companionship of my sisters, whose specks of light filled my world like stars in the midnight sky. I was a candle flame, alone in the night. And how strange it was to think of myself, of an “I”. I remembered when I was we.
My voice sounded small and muted, lost in the skies of this place.
“Dear God, why have You sent me to Hell?”
* * *
I flew for days without rest before I saw my first person. I felt a guilty stab at the joy that sprang through me when I spotted that dot on the horizon – a joy approaching that when I delivered redemption, mixed with trepidation that it might be a mirage. Selfish. I hated being an “I”.
That flawed self sped towards the figure, unable to slow itself for hope. I landed before it in a cloud of dust. The thing stumbled away from me, an arm raised to shield its eyes from radiance. It looked human. Male, I decided.
“Please, do not be afraid.” “I attempted to dim my flames. “I wish only to ask you questions of this place.”
“What the hell are you?” demanded the human. 
“I am Keruziel, the Flame of Belias. An angel of redemption. If you have committed no sins, then have naught to fear.”
The human snorted, and placed his hand on the hilt of his greatsword. I could not understand this – a mixture of humour and cautiousness? “Right,” he said. “I believe you.”
“Can you tell me what is this place?”
“Hell if I know.”
“That is the second time you have used that word. Are you associated with Hell?”
“You don’t have a sense of humour, huh?”
I contemplated the human in silence. On closer inspection, he was younger than I had initially thought. Dark clothes and a concealing mask hid what his voice revealed. This one was only a few years into adulthood. Not, I thought, likely to be a demon.
“I’m not a demon. How about you?” The voice became amused. “I could use a fight, and you look like a decent challenge. Maybe you’re some kind of monster?”
“I have no desire to fight you, mortal.”
The human laughed. “You’re in a very bad place for that. My advice to you? Pick a side. Be ready to fight. Though you’re two metres tall and on fire, so maybe you’ll get away with just flying away.”
“I don’t understand.”
“OK. Figures I’d end up explaining to an angel…monster thing.” He shifted into a more relaxed stance, but kept his grip on his sword. “It’s like a game. A lot of us – mostly warriors – have been dropped into this world. Our powers and memories have been randomly affected. Like the roll of a die.” He shrugged. “I make the best of it. Also, you can’t really die. You come back. Random memories again on rebirth. Can’t get out, can’t get hungry; not much to do but fight.”
I reached out towards the human to ascertain the veracity of his words. The warm light of truth filtered through to me.
“Thank you, Ruger,” I said gravely.
His grip tightened. “I didn’t tell you my name.”
He hadn’t let go of the sword throughout our entire conversation, no matter how relaxed his tone had become. I felt a surge of pity. What could lead one so young to be so suspicious? Was it a past of his soul that I could redeem? Curiously, I reached out to him again.
“What are you-”
A memory. I am fighting against a demon. I am alone, and that solitude gives me a thrill: no one to save me, no one to harm. Just me, relying on my skill in a battle against this monster. My blade moves faster than it can guess, and blood splashes hot against my face. I grin wolfishly, giving in to the frantic rhythm of the battle, the song of bloodthirst-
The memory snapped. Reality: Ruger upon me, sword drawn; a gash so long and deep that my right arm hung limply, almost amputated. The edges were bleeding flames. They would seal soon enough.
“Why don’t you fuck right off?” he snarled.
“Your soul is heavy with burden. Bloodlust is a sign of twisted impulses. I seek to know the truth of-”
He launched himself at me with a wordless cry. Instinctively, I raised my staff with my left arm, barely managing to block his attack in time. Immediately, I had to block again – he moved impossibly fast for one wielding a greatsword, dealing heavy blows at speeds no mortal should be capable of, not even the knights of Adramalech. Desperately, I reached out to fling us into another memory.
I was walking away. It hurt me to walk away, but there was a kind of satisfaction to it. Abandonment hurt the one who relied on me, and that gave me a kind of power. And was it really my fault? These were the choices I had to make. Those bastards from her family never gave me a chance.
The memory passed in an instant, and Ruger was on me again. Hairline cracks began to creep over my body – protests from the force of his blows. I shuddered as I misjudged a parry, blocking a strike with my arm instead of my staff. Fragments of my skin shattered and fell, with a sound like a chime.
"Why do you object? I am simply revealing the truth." More fragments. How many more until I began to fall apart?
"These aren't yours to read. Now do me a favour and die."
“You soul must be laid bare,” I vowed. As Ruger readied another slash, I launched myself into the air as powerfully as I could. Two strokes, and I was out of his grasp. He could not touch me, but I could reach him.
I could have told her then. Maybe it would have been the fresh start we needed. A chance to forget the past, begin anew. Maybe we could have been friends once more. Could you get tired of fighting?
I knocked her out cold instead. Who has time for such complexities? It was bad enough that my “allies” blamed me for leaving her alive – okay, so maybe I’d made some precautions to keep her safe too – but screw them. People are such nuisances.
Whatever. It’s done. And if I’m lonely, then at least that’s a misery I chose.
“I told you to stop!” 
Ruger was – impossibly – above me. I had no time to react, to even beat my wings. A circular slash sliced the tip off one. An instant later, his collision drove me into the ground.
We landed with him on top, his blade centimetres from my throat, stopped only by staff. My left arm was pinned awkwardly beneath it, unable to get a proper hold. The blade edge shivered closer on the rim of my vision. The featureless matte of his mask seemed to expand and swallow up my sight.
“I still don’t know what the hell you are, but I bet you can die.”
My right arm was still weakened, but sealed enough to be useable. I reached up with it and gripped my staff.
“Sinner,” I said. “You are a coward. Capricious. One who abandons loved ones. One who revels in self-deception. You wallow in the muck of your self-inflicted loneliness and misery like a pig in the mud. Escaping to bloodthirst.”
Sword and staff stilled. My strength was greater. I stood with truth by my side.
“I judge you as a sinner. I judge that you will be punished.”
A beat of my wings and we were thrust upright. He was stronger and heavier than I, but I leveraged my height against him, leaning down with the force of my wings, pinning staff against sword against body.
He made one more attempt – so violent a riposte that it nearly twisted the staff from my grasp. It was a desperate measure that sent both of us off-balance. At the last moment, I followed through and ripped the sword from him. The next blow sent him sprawling onto his back. His head slammed against the ground hard and the mask was jarred from his face.
“Evil punished. Good redeemed.” I looked in his eyes as I raised the staff above his throat. Only defiance.
So young.
So young, and I’ve already made so many mistakes. I think it’s my fate – doomed by my family from the start. It was just a fairytale to become friends with her for a little while, and now it’s time to wake up. Dream ends, boohoo, time to get back to the real world.
If I’m lonely, at least I chose to protect her.
“What are you waiting for?” he spat. “Not going to moralise at me, are you? You self-righteous types are the worst.”
He loved fighting, but it was demons and monsters that he killed. Trying his best, in a way, to fulfil his fallen family’s heritage. And there were loved ones. People he protected, as best he knew how. 
Was that so wrong?
When I was a we, I always knew what was right. Some of the we knew when to grant mercy. Some of the we knew when to show wrath. Together, we knew how to punish in order to redeem. If ever there was doubt, we could reach for the guidance of Belias.
How can I decide what is right when I am alone?
He spotted my hesitation. Ruger rolled out from beneath my staff and darted to his weapon before I could react. He dropped into a guard stance again. Such a superb fighter…perhaps he would win, with doubt by my side.
“Go,” I whispered. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, but it was I who obeyed the imperative. I flew from him, until he faded into a black speck again, until that speck vanished amidst the grey.
Failure made my wings feel heavy. It was not long before I landed again, on a sweeping dune of ash. I had one duty, and I had failed it. Simply because it wasn’t easy? Had I so little faith? No wonder the One had sent me to Hell.
My hands tightened around my staff. Of course. I had been such a fool. God tests us all, for even angels sin; only the One commits no fault. I was here to redeem myself. For there was a task at hand, in this place, where so many souls wandered – godless, lost in meaningless battle, without a guiding light.
I will learn how to judge alone.
I will find the sinners amongst these warriors and they will be punished.
And to all, I will bring redemption.
===Judgements===
==Battle==
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KeruzielThe Flame of Belias –
==EX Mode==
==Equipment==
===Exclusive Weapons===
Name 	Level	Description
The Key 	1 	One light. One key.
The Moons 	50 	As the moons fall, so do we.
The Star 	90 	And the stars withdrew their shining.
Redemption	100 	Redemption is not a mercy.
===Related Accessories===
Accessory 	Description/Effect 	Description/Effect	Acquired
White Star 	Only the angels remember the art of trapping the light of stars within a gem.	LUK+4 	Shop, Duel Colosseum Lunar Whale Course
Silent Key 	A simple metal key on a chain. 	LUK+4 	Battlegen from the Emile Mikelis Friend Card
Flame's Desire	N/A 	LUK+1 	Battlegen
Flame's Dream 	N/A 	LUK+2 	Battlegen
Flame's Hopes 	N/A 	LUK+3 	Battlegen
==Musical Themes==
*Main Theme: A Light in the Storm
*World Map Theme: Dies Irae
*Normal Battle: Nero
*Boss Battle: Wolf Suite, Pt. 1
*Story:
**Awakening: The Spheres
**Judgement: The Flying Instinct
**Redemption: Arrival of the Birds
===Rival Battle===
*Vs Caesura: Synthesised Angel
*Vs Lance Knight: Finite Beating Hearts - originally EXEC_HARMONIOUS
==Quotes==
===Encounter===
*"Fear not - your redemption draws near."
*"You will know the truth."
*"The parent must discipline the wayward child."
*"All have sinned."
*"For every transgression, a just penalty."
*"I burn without surcease."<BR>— If HP is low
*"The flames of truth cannot be extinguished."<BR>— If HP is low
*"Boast of no might before the One."<BR>— If opponent is stronger
*"What festering weakness lies in your core?"<BR>— If opponent is stronger
*"What is...mercy?"<BR>— If opponent is weaker
*"Do you so lightly regard the will of God?"<BR>— If opponent is weaker	
===Victory===
*"No punishment without redemption."
*"The One loves all whom It punishes."
*"Rejoice in your redemption."
*"Blessed is the one who is chastened by God."
*"I will not rest whilst judgement awaits."<BR>— If HP is low
*"I have not been allowed death. My duty remains."<BR>— If HP is low
*"It is never too late to repent."<BR>— If opponent is stronger
*"All are equal before the One."<BR>— If opponent is stronger
*"Why do you flee from the truth?"<BR>— If opponent is weaker
*"It is not my right to grant forgiveness."<BR>— If opponent is weaker	
===Defeat===
*"No redemption without punishment."
*"I...I do not know the way alone..."
*"Will I return to Belias?"
*"I cannot hear Your voice. Save me. Save me. Save me."
*"I bow my head before the fate You choose."<BR>— If opponent is stronger
*"My faith holds strong."<BR>— If opponent is stronger
*"If it be Your will."<BR>— If opponent is weaker
*"Thine is the glory. Mine is the shame."<BR>— If opponent is weaker
===Default specific===
=== Boss Specific ===
*Ragnarok: 
*Genesis:	
*Eris: 
*The Embodiment:	
*Amaterasu:
==DLC specific==
Category: Characters
Category:Conquest characters