Azazeal (thefallen) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-05-11 22:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | azazeal, isabel evans, lissa dragomir |
Who: Azazeal and Isabel then Lissa
What: Fighting
When: Monday
Where: Glory's hideout
Warnings: General apocalyptic battle disclaimer
Azazeal had taken his turn at ending the world and bringing about hell on earth. For over half a millennium he'd sought the means to act on the notion and take the power for his own through a son or daughter. It had taken a wrong turn and then the virus broke out and he and his son ended up here. The reasons why they'd found Everett and stayed there were still sometimes a mystery to him, but as someone who had lived for centuries upon centuries, he believed that nothing was simply by chance. Every angel of heaven and demon of hell knew that there was a plan in motion and while they were not omniscient as they all knew Father was, they knew that somewhere there was order in the midst of chaos. One simply had to look harder enough to find where it may be hidden.
Times had changed him more so in the last couple of years since Malachi was born than he had in over a hundred years. There was much more to be lost now than he ever had before his effort to have a child came to fruition. As he'd told Dante, Azazeal had no plans to watch a hell god from some hell of no consequence to him bring about the hell that he himself had discarded at present.
He'd taken care of matters at the Inn and made sure that those there were either protected by extra spells or within his sights on the battlefield. He knew Malachi was out in the field somewhere with Buffy and he searched for him once the fighting began. He felt his son close by as well as Viktoria, but he knew she was in no immediate danger. The demons came at him and he used his abilities to keep them away from him and the others fighting. His fist went through the chest of a demon and he tossed it roughly at two more that were charging him. Catching a glimpse of Malachi and Buffy in his vision, he pressed forward and kept fighting. No one was going to dare touch Buffy or her sister again.
There was a yelp from behind him and he saw a young girl battling one of the demons. His eyes narrowed at the one coming up behind her to attack her blind spot and with a quick move of his hand, the demon was jerked into the air and tossed into the one that she was focusing on not with her fists but with her mind. When she turned around to face him, he gave her a nod.