As the knight was being attacked mentally and now physically, before the final blow was struck, a being tore open a portal in space and time. The being was sucked in through it before he was thrown out onto the top of the Pentagram. The giant fist flew down but had missed completely, colliding with the ground instead. In the midst of the confusion, what appeared to be an 'angel' descended downward towards the Knight, effectively smacking the being across the face and knocking him out. She remained near the pentagram before she turned to look at Isabella and Auriel, her eyes closed as she was smiling to them. "Good work my children." She spoke to them softly as she moved her arms to place her hands into the other's sleeves as she congratulated them.
Auriel had been charging forth after her energized assault to further provide assistance when she saw some sort of portal open. Had that been a pentagram? It had appeared but briefly and then Isabella's enlarged attack set the ground to exploding. The nephilim was almost lifted clean off of her feet from the shock through the ground but her natural agility kept her balanced and afoot. The small ball of energy she had created was casting a constant glow, and through the dust and dirt that kicked up Auriel could see a figure. She felt it as well, and her guard was instantly back in place. This winged creature was no angel. Eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed into a line, she pulled away from the girl and stepped in between her and Isabella. "I do not know who you are, but I know what you are not." Auriel said in a dark voice, hefting her shield up while her hand tightened upon the haft of her spear. Her legs were spread slightly to grant her the ability to move in either direction and react within a moment's notice. Auriel could only hope that Isabella would pick up on her defensive stance and ready herself as well.
• Exemplar of Vitality • Exorcismus • Bulwark of the Angel • Longsword • Dual Katanas
Passives
• Tainted Auriel can tell when someone is truly evil regardless of them being from holy, unholy, or neutral descent.
• The Hand Of GodE Whenever a weapon is in their grasp the weapon immediately becomes endowed with the Nephilim's energy turning it into seemingly the utmost of Holiest weapons. (Does not do harm to those not weak to Holy attacks).
• The Sight Being of God's blood, like God, they can see the world for what it truly is. They can see through ''the Mist" and see those for what they are. Instantly recognizing creatures of the night on spot or those who can use dark magic for they can read the aura's about them. Also giving them a general idea of how strong another is regardless of race. (Rank-wise, not as precise to be know the exact amount in the other energy pool.)
• The Wings of an Angel The Nephilim can natural 'soar'. Even in running their strides are immense, allowing them to clear ground easily skipping over ten feet with one stride at a full sprint. Just naturally jumping they can leap to heights of fifteen feet and drop from heights even reaching sixty feet. Their touchdown, whether walking/falling/jumping, upon the ground is always light while landing upon their feet. Giving them the natural knack for acrobatic-movements.
• The Blood of the Angel The Nephilim's blood is highly acidic to those of the dark. Vampires will not be able to feed upon the blood of the Nephilim unless they risked death. To those such as humans their blood is seen a antidote of sorts for it can heal others as well. (Can heal equivalent to that of an Adept)
• The Blood of the Angel (Regeneration)E-A The Nephilim, in comparison to others, are capable of slight regeneration which begins just as soon as the blow was taken. Bruises and scraps won't even appear making it seem as if their skin is tougher than others. Trainees can deal with simple cuts. Novice can deal with simple cuts and first degree burns. Adept can deal with cuts, second degree burns, and fractured bones. Experts can deal with deep lacerations and broken bones. Masters can heal third degree burns, wounds such as stabs(only on surface, not internal damage), and crushed bones. E-Trainee, D-Novice, C-Adept, B-Expert, A-Master
• Fear of God Passive This passive creates an invisible aura around Auriel that extends to 10 feet. Anything within that range will receive the 'Fear of God', which makes them weaker to holy attacks by 1 rank. If they leave the aura it does not apply to them, but if they enter once more it is applicable.
As her energy was now a deep purple she was allowing the madness, the chaos, the darkness, or any other name you can call it, to consume her during this moment. Just as the gauntlet creation was about to collide with the shadow knight she noticed he vanished. Her gauntlet instead collided with the ground and created a large tremor that could be felt through the area. As the energy dispersed a large crater was left in its place. Knowing she missed her target her energy began to slowly surfaced. As soon as the dust and debris cleared she looked forward as she still knelt to see who dare take her soul. Energy began to spill from her gauntlets uncontrollably and turned jet black as the madness consumed her. Then something angered her even more as this woman claimed Isabella as her own child. Isabella was one of the oldest things to exist ever since the great flood. She had no father nor did she even have a mother. None that were really hers in the first place. None except for the theory of one being... Her energy burst forth consuming the area around her into a cloud of pure malicious rage. With her energy restored now that her first battle was over she looked to this newcomer. Growling softly she finally stood up slightly maintaining her knees bent. That way she could move on the go to hurt her opponent. Then hearing that this woman wasn't what she said she was she was about to break. She was going to allow this woman one chance to speak before her madness took her any further within this moment.
The female looked to the nephilim as she kept her weapons up as she had her senses working for her. She giggled as they were holding hostility towards the being who wasn't touching the ground. "What do you mean Nephilim? What am I not then?" She asked her before she turned her head towards the brutish woman with the claws as she could sense darkness from her. "What is the matter my children? Do you not wish to see a spawn of Michael?" She asked of the two, her energy betraying her words for Auriel as she kept her eyes closed. It seemed as though she was waiting for Isabella to lose herself to her own madness, and if she did the being would have to teach the woman a lesson.
Auriel slowly put herself further between Isabella and the levitating liar. Every word that dripped out of her mouth seemed heinous and tainted with filth. The agitation was clear on the nephilim's face and her posture further portayed that attitude. Auriel spoke up and over whatever the noble was saying, her voice ringing out proud and powerful. "The lord MIchael created the perfect and imperfect. He saw it fit to allow the dark and wicked to pollute his world in the name of free will for this plane. Calling yourself a creation of Michael is the same as calling yourself 'existing'." Auriel said, cutting through the games and word play that was going on. She could see Isabella was still ready to fling herself out into the fray but they knew not what the girl before them coudl do. It would be better to try and wrest an answer from betwixt the lips of the imposter. "Let only the truth spill forth from your wretched self and I shall do the same." Energy leaked out from Auriel and edged towards the girl. Should she vow to do the same they would be locked in a holy bond, capable of telling no lies. It would give both of them the chance to stop beating around the bush and get down to business.
• Exemplar of Vitality • Exorcismus • Bulwark of the Angel • Longsword • Dual Katanas
Passives
• Tainted Auriel can tell when someone is truly evil regardless of them being from holy, unholy, or neutral descent.
• The Hand Of GodE Whenever a weapon is in their grasp the weapon immediately becomes endowed with the Nephilim's energy turning it into seemingly the utmost of Holiest weapons. (Does not do harm to those not weak to Holy attacks).
• The Sight Being of God's blood, like God, they can see the world for what it truly is. They can see through ''the Mist" and see those for what they are. Instantly recognizing creatures of the night on spot or those who can use dark magic for they can read the aura's about them. Also giving them a general idea of how strong another is regardless of race. (Rank-wise, not as precise to be know the exact amount in the other energy pool.)
• The Wings of an Angel The Nephilim can natural 'soar'. Even in running their strides are immense, allowing them to clear ground easily skipping over ten feet with one stride at a full sprint. Just naturally jumping they can leap to heights of fifteen feet and drop from heights even reaching sixty feet. Their touchdown, whether walking/falling/jumping, upon the ground is always light while landing upon their feet. Giving them the natural knack for acrobatic-movements.
• The Blood of the Angel The Nephilim's blood is highly acidic to those of the dark. Vampires will not be able to feed upon the blood of the Nephilim unless they risked death. To those such as humans their blood is seen a antidote of sorts for it can heal others as well. (Can heal equivalent to that of an Adept)
• The Blood of the Angel (Regeneration)E-A The Nephilim, in comparison to others, are capable of slight regeneration which begins just as soon as the blow was taken. Bruises and scraps won't even appear making it seem as if their skin is tougher than others. Trainees can deal with simple cuts. Novice can deal with simple cuts and first degree burns. Adept can deal with cuts, second degree burns, and fractured bones. Experts can deal with deep lacerations and broken bones. Masters can heal third degree burns, wounds such as stabs(only on surface, not internal damage), and crushed bones. E-Trainee, D-Novice, C-Adept, B-Expert, A-Master
• Fear of God Passive This passive creates an invisible aura around Auriel that extends to 10 feet. Anything within that range will receive the 'Fear of God', which makes them weaker to holy attacks by 1 rank. If they leave the aura it does not apply to them, but if they enter once more it is applicable.
Technique
Vow of Truth D Limits: The Paladin in question must have taken a vow to speak only the truth. Breaking this vow stops the Paladin from using this skill. The person in question must have taken the vow to tell the truth by choice rather than torture or forcefullness. The Paladin and the person the Paladin is talking to take a vow that they will only speak the truth to one another. This activates a holy bond between the person and the Paladin for a half hour where they find it literally impossible to lie to one another. Sometimes when this is being used the worst truths come out. Some Paladins may use this irresponsibly yet still not have the ability taken away from them.
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At this point and time the only reason why this woman lived was due to the fact Auriel was talking to her. The reason she simply didn't dismiss this woman as a lunatic and walk away was again due to Auriel. In case this woman attacked Auriel she would kill the woman where she stood. Her madness finally subsided as her energy died down for the moment. She stood upright honestly not caring if the woman attacked her or not. Mainly due to the fact the woman wouldn't dare attack her. Opening her fists into normal hands her eyes were maintained upon the woman for what seemed an eternity. Simply acting as a body guard for Auriel at the moment.
The woman frowned from the Nephilim's responses before she shook her head and then moved her hand. "Very well then, go on my children... your task here has been completed and you are no longer required here." The being told them as she grabbed the knight and picked him up, placing her over his shoulders. "Please exit the city or you two will be next in his palace of death." She told the Nephilim and the reaper while having her back turned to them. The threat seemed more like a promise as her 'aura' was a complete sickening purple to Auriel. It was as if she was a living virus and Pakolo was going to have an infection unlike any other.
The conversation had come to a stand still. On one hand Auriel wanted to drive her spear so far up the being's a** she'd taste the cold metal in the back of her mouth. On the other, the nephilim was not that stupid. Perhaps Aurelia would have charged in bellowing at the top of her lungs and swinging her greatsword, even Abigail may have let out a torrent of shots. Auriel was more calculating, more careful. Her job was to keep others alive, not send them to their doom. So instead she backed away slowly, purposefully pushing herself against Isabella to get her to move out as well. Not once did she remove her eyes from the girl nor was her Bulwark lowered. Auriel made it clear with her look that she was leaving of her own volition, not from the will of the dark one. That was not the only thing her gaze held. It conveyed a singular promise; one day soon Auriel would have her soul be sent to Samael.
It was not until they were well away from the location that Auriel let her guard lower slightly. She stalked away from the entrance loathing her current inability to purge this village of the darkness dwelling within. The faces of the dead piled near the shadowknight flashed in her head, one by one. Women, children, and men alike had been slaughtered mercilessly and for what? The joy and pleasure of killing time? Her gauntlet creaked against the staff's shaft as she tightened her hand into a fist, anger threatening to overflow once again. Auriel stopped at the edge of the cliff and took in a deep breath. She closed her eyes and did her best to quell the impending tide of wrath. It came clear to her then that this was one of the many reasons why people drank. A breath of air -- marking her exasperation clearly -- passed between her soft lips. Auriel had never polluted her body with any mind altering substance, she wouldn't start now. Instead, she turned to Isabella and alit upon a rock, folding her long legs beneath her and allowing her staff to return to her gauntlet's armory. The shield found its way to her back and Auriel merely sat looking overly tired. She let a silence drag on for a moment as she figured out how to address Isabella. The reaper was her apparent queen but the nephilim was having a hard time putting stock into any recent rulers. Auriel shifted her head and let her red hair spill onto one of her shoulders as she regarded Isabella with thoughtful, golden eyes. Finally, she settled on a title. "My lady, what do you make of this day? Of the shadowknight and his mistress?" Auriel asked quizzically. She already had formulated her opinion from the moment she felt the aura of the two, let alone laid eyes on them. All they would get is a blade to the throat from that point on. Her question was meant as a conversation opener, a way to get inside of Isabella's head and see what the queen had going on within her mind.
• Exemplar of Vitality • Exorcismus • Bulwark of the Angel • Longsword • Dual Katanas
Passives
• Tainted Auriel can tell when someone is truly evil regardless of them being from holy, unholy, or neutral descent.
• The Hand Of GodE Whenever a weapon is in their grasp the weapon immediately becomes endowed with the Nephilim's energy turning it into seemingly the utmost of Holiest weapons. (Does not do harm to those not weak to Holy attacks).
• The Sight Being of God's blood, like God, they can see the world for what it truly is. They can see through ''the Mist" and see those for what they are. Instantly recognizing creatures of the night on spot or those who can use dark magic for they can read the aura's about them. Also giving them a general idea of how strong another is regardless of race. (Rank-wise, not as precise to be know the exact amount in the other energy pool.)
• The Wings of an Angel The Nephilim can natural 'soar'. Even in running their strides are immense, allowing them to clear ground easily skipping over ten feet with one stride at a full sprint. Just naturally jumping they can leap to heights of fifteen feet and drop from heights even reaching sixty feet. Their touchdown, whether walking/falling/jumping, upon the ground is always light while landing upon their feet. Giving them the natural knack for acrobatic-movements.
• The Blood of the Angel The Nephilim's blood is highly acidic to those of the dark. Vampires will not be able to feed upon the blood of the Nephilim unless they risked death. To those such as humans their blood is seen a antidote of sorts for it can heal others as well. (Can heal equivalent to that of an Adept)
• The Blood of the Angel (Regeneration)E-A The Nephilim, in comparison to others, are capable of slight regeneration which begins just as soon as the blow was taken. Bruises and scraps won't even appear making it seem as if their skin is tougher than others. Trainees can deal with simple cuts. Novice can deal with simple cuts and first degree burns. Adept can deal with cuts, second degree burns, and fractured bones. Experts can deal with deep lacerations and broken bones. Masters can heal third degree burns, wounds such as stabs(only on surface, not internal damage), and crushed bones. E-Trainee, D-Novice, C-Adept, B-Expert, A-Master
• Fear of God Passive This passive creates an invisible aura around Auriel that extends to 10 feet. Anything within that range will receive the 'Fear of God', which makes them weaker to holy attacks by 1 rank. If they leave the aura it does not apply to them, but if they enter once more it is applicable.
Gritting her teeth she nearly surrendered to her madness as she wanted this being's soul. Just as she was about to use a dangerous ability Auriel backed into her. With the taller woman backing into her calming her. Slowly steadying her nerves she knew Auriel didn't want any part of this. Isabella wasn't about to put her life in jeopardy either. She wasn't going to be the one to fail Auriel ever. Placing her gauntlet around Auriel's side she gently pushed the taller woman behind her. If the other woman was going to do anything she was going to have to try and harm Isabella to get to the Nephilim. As they were a good distance away Auriel proceeded to let steam off of her chest. Isabella however couldn't calm down at this moment. Her nerves were shot and she wanted to slaughter that b***h. Finding a place to sit she grasped her fist with her free hand and held them in front of her face. Her eyes glowing with energy as she stared at the ground as she zoned out. Then as she was being addressed she seemed to snap out of it. Looking into Auriel's golden eyes the various colors within her own finally subsided. Leaving only the normal royal blue eyes. Her demeanor changed as well as she calmed down a bit more as well. Why was this angel even giving her the time of day by talking to her? As she pondered this she gently took Auriel's hand within her own and opened Auriel's palm up. Tracing the lines gently with her odd gauntlet she noticeably calmed down even more. "Today is a sad day due to the deaths that have occurred...," She went on until she gently kissed Auriel's palm and let Auriel' have her hand back. Savoring the taste of Auriel she was now her normal self. "We need to quarantine this town off from the rest of Yuran. No one gets in or out until we know who the mistress was. I will not have you returning either. There was some difficulty with the shadow knight but for her to just smack him and make him sleep... She's definitely not what she claims to be." She spoke as she looked back into Auriel's eyes. "I can possibly defeat her but that would require...," She stopped herself and looked at the ground. Sighing softly she didn't know what to do about that winged b***h back there.
Auriel sat very still as Isabella once more held their hands together. In the short time she had known the queen this had happened numerous times. The nephilim mentally shrugged and chalked it up to the woman enjoying physical contact. This was far from new to Auriel. She had grown up in the Advent, surrounded by males and females of her kind. They were a tight knit community and physicality came as secondary to them as breathing. It helped them bond and brought them closer together. Auriel assumed that was what Isabella was going for, that was until she felt cool lops press upon her palm. Blazing golden eyes gazed down at the top of the reaper's head, extremely pensive. She was not blind, nor naive. Auriel understood -- for whatever reason -- Isabella had an attraction to her. What she did not know was whether it had meaning behind it or if the woman was searching for more sapphic pleasures. And in that moment, Auriel lost herself.
She found herself sitting before her father, a beautiful angel shrouded by the falling light of the sun. He stood on the edge of a cliff, great wings spread as far as they could reach. The angel had his eyes closed and a smile upon his face. In a soft voice he spoke to his youngest daughter. "Auriel, do you understand what love is?" The question completely threw off the young nephilim. She was barely free of the name 'fledgling', on the cusp of adulthood and new to such ideas. Nervoulsy, the girl glanced down to her hands and spoke uncertainly. "I...think so. It is what Michael showed us. It is what sets us apart from those incapable of feeling such an emotion. It keeps people together, like Aurelia, and Abigail, and you and me." Auriel said with growing confidence. Samael had taught the triplets that love, above all else, was key to living life. Living with the power to love would open many doors and allow them to see the world in a way few did. Samael's face softened and he nodded his head, stepping forth and placing a hand on Auriel's cheek. "Yes my child, but it can be a force too powerful for many to bare. Love can drive men mad, it can make them do wicked deeds and even turn into hate. Take care in who you give yours to." He kissed the top of her head and soon left, leaving her to think on his words for quite some time. Auriel never quite understood how he meant her to take it until many years later. A fellow nephilim had given his love to a fellow soldier, and in battle he fell. Stricken by grief he charged into battle and lost his life soon after. Auriel had prayed for them both.
The nephilim blinked thrice and brought herself back to present day. Isabella was right, it was a sad day. It was also an aggravating one. The shade king who's insidious presence made Auriel feel sick, the infestation of darklings in a once peaceful village, and the death of innocents. She closed her eyes and let out a breath as she nodded her head in agreement with Isabella, that was until she declared Auriel was not to return. Her mouth fell open in a small 'o' and she was too struck with surprise to even consider moving her hand. Red rivulets suddenly bounced around as Auriel shook her head, settling into a cascading array of deep and light reds once she stilled. "No, I have to come back. I cannot sit idly while people are being slaughtered!" Her voice cracked a bit with her pent up anger, and it was not long before her hands were into fists once more. She had chosen her path in life and it was all to help people. Auriel had the powers to heal, to shield and protect. Putting herself between the good and the bad was something she lived for. Holding her back from that was taking away what drove her. She unfolded her legs and rested her elbows upon them, leaning forward and staring at the lines in the earth. Another silence crossed between them, but the longer it grew the more anxious Auriel seemed to become. "Listen, I do not...That is to say I am...unsure what your intentions are." A blush almost as deep a shade of red as her hair covered her face, to which Auriel responded by turning her face ever so slightly in a poor attempt to hide it. "I have never been one to participate in the pursuit of...wanton pleasures. As well, I have yet to see where romance fits in the life of a soldier." It seemed to Auriel that one must dedicate themselves entirely to a singular goal in their life. Hers was to be the bastion of the holy, to save and help all those she could. If Auriel devoted herself to one singular person she was not fulfilling that duty. At the same time, how could she be cruel enough to give only a part of her to someone who would love her fully? The balance was something she knew not where to find.
• Exemplar of Vitality • Exorcismus • Bulwark of the Angel • Longsword • Dual Katanas
Passives
• Tainted Auriel can tell when someone is truly evil regardless of them being from holy, unholy, or neutral descent.
• The Hand Of GodE Whenever a weapon is in their grasp the weapon immediately becomes endowed with the Nephilim's energy turning it into seemingly the utmost of Holiest weapons. (Does not do harm to those not weak to Holy attacks).
• The Sight Being of God's blood, like God, they can see the world for what it truly is. They can see through ''the Mist" and see those for what they are. Instantly recognizing creatures of the night on spot or those who can use dark magic for they can read the aura's about them. Also giving them a general idea of how strong another is regardless of race. (Rank-wise, not as precise to be know the exact amount in the other energy pool.)
• The Wings of an Angel The Nephilim can natural 'soar'. Even in running their strides are immense, allowing them to clear ground easily skipping over ten feet with one stride at a full sprint. Just naturally jumping they can leap to heights of fifteen feet and drop from heights even reaching sixty feet. Their touchdown, whether walking/falling/jumping, upon the ground is always light while landing upon their feet. Giving them the natural knack for acrobatic-movements.
• The Blood of the Angel The Nephilim's blood is highly acidic to those of the dark. Vampires will not be able to feed upon the blood of the Nephilim unless they risked death. To those such as humans their blood is seen a antidote of sorts for it can heal others as well. (Can heal equivalent to that of an Adept)
• The Blood of the Angel (Regeneration)E-A The Nephilim, in comparison to others, are capable of slight regeneration which begins just as soon as the blow was taken. Bruises and scraps won't even appear making it seem as if their skin is tougher than others. Trainees can deal with simple cuts. Novice can deal with simple cuts and first degree burns. Adept can deal with cuts, second degree burns, and fractured bones. Experts can deal with deep lacerations and broken bones. Masters can heal third degree burns, wounds such as stabs(only on surface, not internal damage), and crushed bones. E-Trainee, D-Novice, C-Adept, B-Expert, A-Master
• Fear of God Passive This passive creates an invisible aura around Auriel that extends to 10 feet. Anything within that range will receive the 'Fear of God', which makes them weaker to holy attacks by 1 rank. If they leave the aura it does not apply to them, but if they enter once more it is applicable.
As Auriel spoke firmly about what she needed to do her voice cracked at the end. She was panicking but why was she? Her eyes looked to Auriel in concern as she was no longer thinking of herself. Her undivided attention went to Auriel. Watching her movements, her facial expressions, listening to her every word as if they were Isabella's life line. Before anything else was said between the two of them Isabella seemed to go back to a war she had fought in. The shouting of thousands could be heard through the entire valley. Fighting over another kingdom of course but it was hard to tell which one. She was in the middle of the battle standing still. Growing tired of war as she had lived through countless ones. Each the same as the last as even though they would change through their efforts they were always held over the same thing. As the battle waged on she took that very fact into account and began losing the will to live. She was a berzerker so her only use was in fighting. Even though she accepted this she didn't accept the fact that she had to do the same thing over and over. It was never ending and she never had anything to look forward to. When the battle raged on further most of the enemies noted that she was not moving at all. Until one knight noted this and went in for an easy kill. As blood was splattered upon her face she was brought back into reality. Not quite sure what was going on at the moment either. However when she looked down she saw a knight hovering over a woman trying to pull his sword out of her. Looking close at her face she saw terror in the woman's eyes as she reached up to try and hold Isabella's hand. It was now that Isabella recognized the woman who was laying defeated before her. It was a woman who tried to court her for the longest time. Yet Isabella never accepted due to the fact Isabella knew she would outlive the human. Within that moment she understood finally what she needed to live for. For she underestimated what the human woman actually was to her. Quickly destroying the knight attempting to finish off the woman she fell for she knelt by the woman. Upon the woman's death bed she slaughtered hundreds of enemies for her sake. As she discovered that in reality the reason why she denied the woman all this time... was for the fact she was afraid of losing the one thing she cared about. The one thing that would cure Isabella of her apathy towards her eternal life was love... Such an odd thing for her to finally admit but without loving one and being loved in return her life was meaningless. She thought that such a life could exist with Haruki however... he and his father in law attempted to kill her. The children she had with Haruki quickly grew up into their eternal forms as they were part reaper. Not needing her anymore they left her and went their own ways within the world to make a name for themselves. Leaving her all alone again... Then walked the gorgeous Auriel within her life. She didn't know what it was at first but there was a pull towards her. They had only known each other for a few days now but then she quickly learned a few moments ago. She was a Nephilim. She was a being that could understand her entirely due to the fact of who their supposed father was. Then upon hearing the soft words of Auriel spoken as if sung she listened to every word enjoying them. Was it a blush that she saw behind Auriel's gorgeous red hair? Could this divine woman have feelings towards Isabella just as Isabella had them for her? Does this mean that Isabella could finally find some happiness within her life for once? True happiness that is? Just as Auriel finished speaking she didn't know which subject to tackle first. However her lips were beginning to dry and she quickly licked them before she spoke. Opening her mouth a bit no words came out as she couldn't figure out what to say to her. Isabella instead sat down next to Auriel and looked to the skies as she was trying to figure everything out. Then she spoke with charisma in her words. As if there was no doubt behind them for the fact there truly wasn't due to her long life. "Well I guess to explain first it wouldn't be wanton pleasure." She spoke blatantly about it as she wouldn't say there was anything whorish about herself. "You would be pursuing real love. Something that you can finally grasp ahold of and understand. Someone that you could have at your side for eternity." She spoke as Isabella looked to Auriel as she sat down next to her. "A soldier needs love within his life. For love makes him stronger in the end. Love is what drives him to become stronger so that he may protect that love as well as others who hold the same love for others. While the soldier works to become stronger their partner would help them through their endeavors whether they be small or large." She paused for a moment as she debated about this. "I wish to share my life with you. I wish to see if we could be something more. I wish to be your partner if you would be my soldier." She spoke softly as she tried to look into Auriel's golden eyes to see if she could read her emotions. Her gauntlet moved up and cupped Auriel's chin to turn her face to Isabella's "I wish to be yours." She finally said awaiting Auriel's reaction.
Auriel's eyes narrowed very slowly as Isabella spoke. There was no possible way there was much more than an inkling of feeling between the two of them, they had met what seemed like hours ago. The nephilim had hope and faith and passion but she was not naive enough to believe in the fabled 'love at first sight'. No, love was something built between people, forged in the fire and stronger for it. They had shared a battle upon a terrible day, but that was merely a spec of time in Auriel's life. It was not that she did not believe Isabella, Auriel could sense her sincerity and lack of treacherous intent. The girl wholeheartedly believed that the queen meant what she had said. The question then became, how on earth could Auriel reciprocate such a want. What did it truly mean to give oneself to another? The cold metal upon her cheek sent a slight shiver down her body, but it was not due to the lack of warmth. Being honest with herself, Auriel knew this feeling to be fear. Samael had taught her to not fear the unknown, but what about that which stared directly at you and asked for all of you?
The way Isabella spoke, it was not how one friend spoke to another, nor a soldier to their comrade. No, it was as a hopeful lover, true and pure. This bond that the queen was asking of her was not equivalent to others, not even the parabotai connection two nephilim could share. It would not even be equal to how her sisters surely loved her. It was an entirely different ball game. For a moment -- the briefest span of time -- Auriel pushed her face softly against the metal. Her golden eyes disappeared behind lids and she sighed, most unlike before. It was a calming sound, one that showed a more girlish side that the nephilim rarely had a chance to show. It used to be found in her laughter and smiles, when the sun shone down upon her and Solonor kissed her with her warmth. It had been seen in her devotion to her sisters, in the way she looked at her father. But days had darkened for Auriel, that innocence was forced to burn away and flee, flee to the deepest parts of her. But for that single moment, there was a chance.
Moments tended to be fleeting, however. Ever so slowly the angelic girl pulled away from Isabella, reaching up and grasping onto the gauntlet that pressed upon her. She lowered her eyes and traced the lines in the metal and the intricate design Isabella had chosen for herself. "I do not know anything other than battle. But...maybe I can learn." Brilliant orbs of gold would raise and meet Isabella's deep blue ones. They would hold this gaze, unwavering throughout Auriel's actions. She leaned her head down and her skin brush against Isabella's lips. One slender finger reached up and gently guided Isabella's head to the side. The nephilim pressed a kiss as silken as the landing of a butterfly. Auriel stole another moment and lingered in that position, wanting to convey without words what she meant. This was not a rejection. She needed time to explore what Isabella was asking for, to assess its power and understand it clearly.
Auriel stood up then, letting her hand hang limp beside her. The mood had shifted then; now was not the time for delicate matters. Her eyes scanned the entrance to Pakolo Village. It was inlaid with gems of all kinds, creating a glittering mural of color. Auriel would describe it as beautiful. That only made it harder for her to say what came next. "We need to seal this entrance. There is nothing we can right now and I cannot risk allowing this darkness to spread to other villages." Her voice had become stony and Auriel statuesque. Emotion had wiped from her face and posture, though it brewed like a potion made of malevolent design. Sometimes it was necessary to sacrifice for the greater good. Isabella and her were not enough to save the people of Pakolo, but they had a head start on the rest of Yuran. Perhaps the tide could be quelled long enough for forces to gather en masse to see to the end of the mysterious girl and her army of darkness. But her declaration weighed heavily on her shoulders. The weight of every single soul that had been and would be lost was felt upon her shoulders. That would be her burden to bare. Auriel swore to her father, swore to the lords and ladies above and below, she would send those who damned the innocent back into their black abyss.
• Exemplar of Vitality • Exorcismus • Bulwark of the Angel • Longsword • Dual Katanas
Passives
• Tainted Auriel can tell when someone is truly evil regardless of them being from holy, unholy, or neutral descent.
• The Hand Of GodE Whenever a weapon is in their grasp the weapon immediately becomes endowed with the Nephilim's energy turning it into seemingly the utmost of Holiest weapons. (Does not do harm to those not weak to Holy attacks).
• The Sight Being of God's blood, like God, they can see the world for what it truly is. They can see through ''the Mist" and see those for what they are. Instantly recognizing creatures of the night on spot or those who can use dark magic for they can read the aura's about them. Also giving them a general idea of how strong another is regardless of race. (Rank-wise, not as precise to be know the exact amount in the other energy pool.)
• The Wings of an Angel The Nephilim can natural 'soar'. Even in running their strides are immense, allowing them to clear ground easily skipping over ten feet with one stride at a full sprint. Just naturally jumping they can leap to heights of fifteen feet and drop from heights even reaching sixty feet. Their touchdown, whether walking/falling/jumping, upon the ground is always light while landing upon their feet. Giving them the natural knack for acrobatic-movements.
• The Blood of the Angel The Nephilim's blood is highly acidic to those of the dark. Vampires will not be able to feed upon the blood of the Nephilim unless they risked death. To those such as humans their blood is seen a antidote of sorts for it can heal others as well. (Can heal equivalent to that of an Adept)
• The Blood of the Angel (Regeneration)E-A The Nephilim, in comparison to others, are capable of slight regeneration which begins just as soon as the blow was taken. Bruises and scraps won't even appear making it seem as if their skin is tougher than others. Trainees can deal with simple cuts. Novice can deal with simple cuts and first degree burns. Adept can deal with cuts, second degree burns, and fractured bones. Experts can deal with deep lacerations and broken bones. Masters can heal third degree burns, wounds such as stabs(only on surface, not internal damage), and crushed bones. E-Trainee, D-Novice, C-Adept, B-Expert, A-Master
• Fear of God Passive This passive creates an invisible aura around Auriel that extends to 10 feet. Anything within that range will receive the 'Fear of God', which makes them weaker to holy attacks by 1 rank. If they leave the aura it does not apply to them, but if they enter once more it is applicable.
A soft blush came to Isabella's face as she was kissed upon her cheek. "I can accept that answer." She spoke softly as if she was the incarnation of velvet. Then her eyes darted to the village entrance and her eyes hardened. "As you wish my dear." She spoke softly as she pointed on of her hands at the gate before her. Fire burst from her hand and engulfed the gate melting it down as she shot fire behind her to stabilize herself. -too lazy to name technique atm- Once the entrance was melted she shyly walked up to Auriel. Both of her gauntlets gently held Auriel's face as she leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. A simple kiss that held more behind it if Auriel wished. "Move in with me then?" She asked softly of her new lover. She didn't wish to be separated at all from the gorgeous nephilim.
Auriel took a few steps away from Isabella once she shot flames so intense the heat flushed the girl's face. It was awe inspiring, if not slightly terrifying. The nephilim watched as the rock face melted like it was butter and collapse in on itself. The noise was deafeningly loud and the flames were so bright but she did not turn away. Isabella soon cut off the flow of energy and turned back, but Auriel was busy inspecting the destruction she had wrought. A small part of her ached for those stuck inside with the forces of Umbra, but it was quelled by a harsh reminder to herself. Sometimes sacrifices were necessary for good to prevail over evil. The acrid scent of charred rock filled the air and Auriel yearned for the warmth of water to rush over her. It had been a long day and she was covered in grit and grime. A twinge of stress was spreading throughout her muscles and had the girl closing her eyes and breathing in deeply through her mouth. With lips slightly parted and surprise etched on her face was how she received the kiss from Isabella. She had been too stunned to react properly to it and the request from the Queen only made it that much more perplexing to her. It was not that Auriel was unaware of how to kiss and touch another in a way that was with the intent of deeper desires. She had never really done it though. Sure she had kissed her sisters and even her kind, and one incredibly awkward experiment with Castyfe, but they had never been anything like what Isabella was surely expecting. A rush of heat towards her face had the nephilim glowing red again, though this time she looked away in apprehension and a little bit of shame. "My Queen, I cannot give you what you are seeking for. I am...inexperienced." Auriel felt oddly hollow while saying those words. Ask her to face an army of darkness and she was gung-ho, charging head first at the horde with nothing but her shield and a favored weapon. Ask for a kiss and to hold hands and she balked in the face of normalcy and intimacy. The girl reached a hand up and pushed her hair out of her face, trying to regain some composure and maybe salvage her dignity. "A palace is no place for a Nephilim, not as a home. My family and my friends are at the Advent, it is not just a place for me to rest my head. There I am closest to my father, and my sisters..." A hint of falseness shot across Auriel's face and it surprised even her. She had to be honest with herself; her family had split. Aurelia had renounced her ties to Samael and her sisters and fled to the far reaches of the world. Abigail had gone shortly after. What was it that Auriel was clinging to there? Samael had even told her she could feel him anywhere, no matter how far or how dark it was. Auriel softly bit her bottom lip in thought and turned her eyes to the skies. The sun was sitting heavy upon the horizon, a brilliant display of oranges, reds, and yellows mixing and creating a true work of art. Silently, she prayed. *Father, what should I do?* Often times prayers were answered in the strangest of ways. The wind blew softly, sending cascading rivulets of red flying behind Auriel. She felt a calm settle over her and knew then what her father would have said. When Aurelia had chosen to fly from the Advent and embrace her darkness, Samael had not intervened. When Abigail chsoe to search for knowledge in the world, Samael had not intervened. Auriel could chose freely and still, Samael would not intervene. He wanted his daughters to grow and flourish in their own ways. And so, Auriel tured back to Isabella with a look of complete belief in herself. She mustered up her courage and leaned forward, planting a rough kiss back upon Isabella's lips. It was not full of fireworks or filled with palpable energy, but it was raw and real. When she pulled away Auriel nodded her head. "We shall see how this turns out." A faint smile spread across her face. Maybe it was the dawning of a new chapter for Auriel.
• Exemplar of Vitality • Exorcismus • Bulwark of the Angel • Longsword • Dual Katanas
Passives
• Tainted Auriel can tell when someone is truly evil regardless of them being from holy, unholy, or neutral descent.
• The Hand Of GodE Whenever a weapon is in their grasp the weapon immediately becomes endowed with the Nephilim's energy turning it into seemingly the utmost of Holiest weapons. (Does not do harm to those not weak to Holy attacks).
• The Sight Being of God's blood, like God, they can see the world for what it truly is. They can see through ''the Mist" and see those for what they are. Instantly recognizing creatures of the night on spot or those who can use dark magic for they can read the aura's about them. Also giving them a general idea of how strong another is regardless of race. (Rank-wise, not as precise to be know the exact amount in the other energy pool.)
• The Wings of an Angel The Nephilim can natural 'soar'. Even in running their strides are immense, allowing them to clear ground easily skipping over ten feet with one stride at a full sprint. Just naturally jumping they can leap to heights of fifteen feet and drop from heights even reaching sixty feet. Their touchdown, whether walking/falling/jumping, upon the ground is always light while landing upon their feet. Giving them the natural knack for acrobatic-movements.
• The Blood of the Angel The Nephilim's blood is highly acidic to those of the dark. Vampires will not be able to feed upon the blood of the Nephilim unless they risked death. To those such as humans their blood is seen a antidote of sorts for it can heal others as well. (Can heal equivalent to that of an Adept)
• The Blood of the Angel (Regeneration)E-A The Nephilim, in comparison to others, are capable of slight regeneration which begins just as soon as the blow was taken. Bruises and scraps won't even appear making it seem as if their skin is tougher than others. Trainees can deal with simple cuts. Novice can deal with simple cuts and first degree burns. Adept can deal with cuts, second degree burns, and fractured bones. Experts can deal with deep lacerations and broken bones. Masters can heal third degree burns, wounds such as stabs(only on surface, not internal damage), and crushed bones. E-Trainee, D-Novice, C-Adept, B-Expert, A-Master
• Fear of God Passive This passive creates an invisible aura around Auriel that extends to 10 feet. Anything within that range will receive the 'Fear of God', which makes them weaker to holy attacks by 1 rank. If they leave the aura it does not apply to them, but if they enter once more it is applicable.
Watching Auriel acting in the most stunned of fashions towards her kiss did a number of things to Isabella. In a way it made her feel joy above everything else because she saw the signs that Auriel did indeed want this. But then the other signs came into existence like confusion. Biting her lip she was about to speak and answer for her more direct method of things. That was until Auriel spoke to her first. A soft smile came over her face as she moved closer to Auriel and let her continue her thoughts. She wanted Auriel to speak her mind and allow everything to come unfolded through her. "Oh," Was all she managed to say to Auriel as she admitted to living with her family in a different location. Isabella began to think about everything and began to realize that perhaps she had been too fast with this. After all she was going to live until someone managed to kill her and she had to adjust to mortal lives. She had moved fast due to the fact that mortals lived such short lives. Looking to the ground for a moment her hell fell into her face as she thought she should slow everything down entirely. But then how long would everything take? Dozens of years between two eternal beings? But then there was always the possibility that one of them could die. Her hands tightened into fists with that thought as she would be damned before she let anyone destroy the Nephilim before her. Her eyes widened in surprise as she was taken off guard by the rough kiss connecting with her lips. Biting her bottom lip every doubt ceased from her mind as her soldier had cleared them. "As you wish my soldier." She spoke as she held Auriel's hips and kissed her gently again. "As for the inexperience...," She thought for many moments about how to say this and then just spoke it. "Don't worry about anything. I'll teach you." She spoke as she wrapped one arm around Auriel's waist to lead her back home as her four wings erupted from her back. Gently lifting Auriel with her wondrous strength she soared through the skies to her estate. [Exit]
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