Tempus Et Piaculum

[Imagawa]

The cloaked angel sat on the corner of a building, watching those beneath him. In his right hand he held an hour glass, counting off time. His other hand hung limply to his left, blood dripping from it. His wings sat behind him, resting. His face was unseen, but his posture denoted a sense of satisfaction at watching the people below.

He thought about his purpose, and what it meant to be an Angel, what it meant to be a Seraph. He watched over God's creations with a personal sense of connection. He had sacrificed so much to them already, and he would continue to do so for the rest of time.

Suddenly, a tingle of cold called his attention back. He looked around, and soon detected what had caused the tingle. On the other side of the city... He pushed off the building and began to fall to the ground, but with one thrust of his mighty wings he soared upward, and then set course for the conflict. Not one human eye could see him right now, but they may have felt a sense of urgency as he passed.

[Raziel]

Raziel sat alone on a large wooden bench smoking a cigarette and watching the pathetic humans walk back and forth up and down the street. Raziel shook his head and took another drag, "Stupid humans. Your lives are meaningless and short. You are only alive for up to one hundred years, but use demons can surpass that by a milenium. I have already out lived a human by twenty-nine years, but look at me I dont look a...."

Razel stopped short and sat bolt upright. He could sence something, an angel, but were. Raziel looked up and down the street but only saw more and more humans, then he looked straight up above him and he finally saw it. It was moving fast, to the outskirts of the city, so Raziel decided to follow and despose of the mistaken creation of god.

Raziel bolted down a back ally in the direction the angel had been heading, he could still see it up ahead, but it had a lead on him. Raziel stopped running and took another drag on his cigarette, he looked up to the top of a building next to him and leaped up landing on the roof. Raziel took another drag then ran to the edge of the building a jumped off and landed on the next roof, he kept going this way leaping from building to building until he had caught up with the angel. Raziel crouched down and pulled out his plasma rifle and took aim on the angel, he slowly squeezed the trigger until, *PZZZT* the rifle pushed back a little as it sent a streak of plasma at the angel. Raziel stood and swung the rifle back over his shoulder, that was not going to kill the angel but it would knock him out of the sky and get it's attention.

"Come, you pathetic excuse for a hand of god!" Raziel shouted at the angel, humans on the street looked up at Raziel as if he was crazy, though a man shouting, at what would appear to be nothing to them, about a hand of god, would look kinda crazy.

[Imagawa]

The bolt of plasma caught Desumo square between the wings. He let out a sharp cry, and the clouds darkened as he fell, plummeting to the building below. He hit it and bounced slightly, landing again with a thud. He still clutched the hour glass tightly. Slowly, he stood, aching. He turned to face where the shot had come from. Across a short divide, on the next building, stood a Demon. It looked but human, with a cigarette and rifle, but he had an aura of defiled nature. Desumo spoke, and the humans heard thunder.
[glow=yellow,2,300]"You dare show your face so boldly, Fallen?"[/glow]

Desumo approached the edge of the building, and stared across to the demon. His face was still hidden, but now white eyes could be seen, radiating divine anger.
[glow=yellow,2,300]"Answer while you still have breath in your body, Traitor to the Throne."[/glow]