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As the snow and ice fell from the sky after Abbadon's retaliation against the wave, he began searching for the lost Ragnarok.

"Damnit, where'd that s**t go. COME OUT HERE AND FIGHT!"

Aggrivaited, however ofcourse not surprised when Ragnarok didn't comply, Abbadon focused his attention for a moment on the injury to his right hand. With a vague wash of saphire in his eyes, and a slight flutter in the angelic wings that adorned his head, behind the hellion, the chunk of flesh that had been blasted from his hand began to rapidly regenerate, scales and all.

He then turned his attention toward the ground, where his sword had landed. Gradually starting to descend, he after a moment stopped, and smirked.

.:Thats what the little gitt wants me to do. He's weak, in comparison to my greatest form, however he isn't thinking with a tatter for a brain.:.

It was then that the tremmors brought about by the arrival of Fenrir began to rock the terrain. Smirking, Abbadon began scanning the ground below for any signs of movement with his soul sight.

It didn't take long for Ragnarok to slip up, and use some mana to avoid falling into a fissure that had opened up under him. As Ragnarok kept himself suspended in the air, the ice and stones he had been hiding behind fell into the fissure, and he was left in the open. Looking up into the sky, he saw Abaddon, and his eyes grew wide with fright.

"Nidhogg's claws have no limits in reach!"

He had his newly regenerated right hand raised and crossed over his chest abve his left shoulder, a dark violet aura rising like mist from the scales and claws.

Desperately, Ragnarok raced across the snow covered ground, speeding like a bullet t'ward the remaining masses of Hades' forces. Despite the celestian's efforts, Abaddon slashed his right hand across his chest, and instantly, the fissure like carvings were torn through the army, pulling them, and the ground apart.

Abaddon then repeated, after noticing the target had barely escaped the first attack, and tore up yet more of the army, all the while, Nidhogg's maw, still stuck in the ground below Abaddon sucked up all of the souls as they were ripped from the shattered beings.

"Stand and brave my attacks, you cowardly worm!"

"Not likely, although I doubt you COULD hit me, even if I stood still. What ARE you aiming at?!"

"THATS it!"

Drawing his right elbow back, and tensing his entire right arm, Abadon began focusing even more energy into the arm, as a small obsidian orb began to develope in his palm. As both crimson and raven bolts of energy crackled about his arm, and the scales that guarded his right arm shook, clattering against eachother, he called out with a haunting whisper that echoed like a thunderous roar.

"First curse. Fifth obliteration spell."

Hearing his words, Ragnarok quickened his pace, kicking up two walls of snow, ice and his own men behind him due to his speed.

.:"Damn, I wanted him to use up his energy so I could stand a better chance, but this might be abit much.":.

"Apocalypse flurry!"

Abaddon then swung his right arm, as he had done before, however this time, there was a fissure like carving not only for each claw, but for each razor edged scale aswell.

Needless to say, a vast area was riped apart by the fissures, and each one was backed up by the force of the obliteration spell, causing the central section of each fissure to reach into an abyss like depth.

"You of all beings should know, just how little age can factor into things, esspecially power."

As he spoke, Surt pointed off into the distance at Abaddon, as he ripped up the area from the sky.

"Somewhere around the age of ten, correct? Ten or so years after you were sired, I'm will to bet you couldn't even comprehend the power he already has. Though I digress. Time to finish the ceremony."

Surt then began swirling his index claw in mid air, before then arching his arm like a snake, and struck the air.

"Arise, Jormungand and rain your pestalince!"

As Surt called out, the serpent of midgard that had been developing completed its materialization. A serpent that entangled itself around the world, deep in the oceans biting its own tail. With a flash in it's eyes, its jaws let go, and he rose up. The portions of the water that had already been frozen shattered, as the head leered up, able to see clearly over the land where the battle field was from where he awoke.

Water flooded inland, freezing before long however, and great water falls fell down from the beast's risen head, crushing the ground. As it let loose its first breath in so long, a poisonous gas developed, and began to fill the sky with it's clouds.

With the rising off the serpent, a ship, built from the nails of deadmen was set free from some unknown location, and rode into the land on the waves. With the giant Hymir as the commander, the ship of giants began to unload.

It was then also, that a second ship appeared high above Surt in the sky, carrying the inhabitants of hell, and one warrior in particular, that should have been here from the start. Loki.

As the great Serpent Jormungand's tail slithered out onto the land, and coiled loosely around Surt, Fenrir moved to Surt's side, as Loki stood at the front of his ship, watching.

((*Meanwhile in hell......*))

Far away…. So far and floating. Or maybe screaming…. Crying? So… hard…. No focus…. But what then was this? Just enough focus to know…. That everything was NOT alright. Was it all going wrong? And just what was this ‘it’ of which I’m thinking? I’m? Me?…. confused… pain…

*Scattered fragments of memory and emotion. Scattered fragments of soul. But NOT dead…. Not gone. One thousand hell butterfly’s, loose and alone, each one a single drop of a single being, spread too far, too thin. But death, and all things associated with it… had not stopped the being before… and it was damned if being shattered into a thousand pieces by its own damn son was going to slow it down for long THIS time. Somewhere, somehow, there was a continued will, a continued consciousness. Perhaps because the 1000th butterfly had made it to the right body, had fled to the shell that had once been human at that instant of impact and bonded itself in abject terror to the god like being it found within….
Yes, confusion had become its existence. But the sense of will and being grew steadily, just by being in contact with the god, this being named Rake. A being made up of memories IT recalled… surely this WAS the host vessel. No longer human, no longer empty… but it was the RIGHT place to be. And through it… it could feel 999 points of existence, scattered throughout the underworld, vague images and sensations coming to it. And now… it had remembered a name.*

Roan. Our name… my name… one being…

*Five of its existences were close together. It could feel that much. And with a little effort, like a puff of gentle warm wind, it could nudge them closer together… share the unity they were part of… and move its sense of self into THEM… into the blackness behind the eyes.
Eyes… for seeing. Slowly, it opened them. SHE opened them. Piercing, human blue eyes, part of a ghost like body. Quickly, she accessed the five parts, tried to make sense of what each one knew. After a few minutes… the eyes turned red, and then her locale sunk in. Before her, the throne of Hades, behind her, the grand hall he held audience in. But now… now there was no fear. Her surname… was DeSeer.*

Heh. A kid like you has no right to be wuestioning my noble lineage. Thank you for sealing your own death warrant. My only regrets and apologies stretch out to the few beings on this planet... that tell me I am still the god I was when born.

*It settled itself gently upon the floor, its wings draping to earth like the edges of a long cloak. The time had come to end this, to play its final card. Surt, and indeed Abaddon and Ragnarok, were each encased in webs which could not be drawn together, nor entirely seperated. For this reason alone, it would risk everything in its final strike, to clear the battlefield, save the clan, defeat Hades and end this foolish charade. Within its chest, a warm feeling grew steadily, until its brilliant white light shone from its exposed torso, trhe blue orb on its left hand reacting in kind. The metal coating its left side peeled away from Roan's skin, revealing faint exact replicas of Corbin's tattoo's ubnderneath, one of the signs of the inversed blood ties it was now relying on - and for that, there was every chance the whole clan would feel tired and drained after this, the ultimate call upon anothers blood.
The metal itself seeped onto its back, forming two more huge wings between its usual too, giving it now four wings on its back, four on its head and two on its ankles. Around it, the seven seen and unseen swords lifted from their holsters and ringed around its body, hovering in mid air, seven bolts of power arcing from them into Rake's body, exploding out of its back into a final two wings.
The 12 winged deity them ascended into the sky, blinding light washing out from it across the battlefield and several miles all around. Its very form was practically lost in the light from its chest, only the 12 wings and a female shape vaguley outlined, until behind it, a great book seemed to fall open, the pages turning swiftly, revealing text rapidly scrawling itself across the pages, names, places, events all linked to the mixed entity flashing onto the 'paper'*

Behold the Book of Firmament. Order out of Chaos, the book of the creator. Once before we called on the book, stole it from its holy resting place. Our gift and our penance was Legion.

*And now Legion arrayed itself behind the 12 winged god, every single one of teh massive chaotic entity appearing full sized, red eyes blazing, Void and Azazel at their head*

Legion, of Chaos, Hybrid, of Firmament. Our final gift, Freedom to fly.

*It reached out. Every strand of creation seemed open for it to pull , every mind it had ever touched was there, waiting, open to it. The blood it shared with others seemed to boil under its fingertips and it felt rather than saw the discharge of power move out from itself, the light visible across galaxies as chaos and order clashed, the expanding sphere's main target Surt and companions. Rake fought to stay afloat, to keep murderous intent apart from those who must be spared, bathing the innocent in glory... while its wrath fell on those who has sinned against it.
Whatever the outcome, the Daemon knew it would be beyond spent when the power faded away. But tonot have tried... would have broken every promise it had made*

I kept my word... by my honour, I tried...

As Rake unloaded a flooding wall of power, both its own, and that drawn from others, the tide of the battle was turned. Surt, even while hiding behind the serpent's tail, began to be pushed back, and his hide began to wear and tear showing signs of decay.

The two ships were sent into reckless paths without control, as the first carrying the giants was torn apart and thrown from the field, the second carrying Loki was sent higher into the blackened sky, the diety falling to a knee and holding for dear life.

Ragnarok was forced back, however as Loki and the ship was pulled away, he was filled with a fierce determination, and tried to fight through the energy and force, soaring higher, as he drew from beneath his armour a dagger.

As shadows writhed about the two rapidly decaying portions of Abaddon's body, the armour rusted, falling to pieces, the clothes falling to ribbons, and the body decomposing, forming a pool of rotten flesh, maggots, millipedes and roaches. The force exherted by Rake however scattered the remains, although shortly after, they began to re-gather, as the grotesque corpse re-formed gradually.

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Surt::

Roaring loudly, Surt fought to stand his ground, as the serpent tightened the coiling around him. With a forward striking motion of his left hand, the glyphs at his fingertips lit up, and the creatures around him reacted.

Jormungand the serpent gave a hiss that rattled the earth, and shook the ocean, both ice and water, producing a great billowing cloud of poisonous gases both known, and some not known by any, mortal or not. As this stream of gases came down with the aim to crush Rake, with both pressure and decay, Fenrir gave a howel, producing an army of wolves from his gaping jaws, coming out as ghostly lights, before turning physical, and racing at Rake.

In the ship high above, Loki ordered the firing of the cannons, and the captain ordered the inhabitants of hell comply, opening the side of the ship up, and firing cannon after cannon, whilst Loki himself prepared to unleash his own assault, however was distracted by the sight of Ragnarok, heading his way.

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Abaddon/Ragnarok::

Finally, defying the force around him, Abaddon was re-formed, from blood, rotten clumps of flesh, maggots, bugs and the remains of his clothing, however much had been lost in the winds. With several new injuries, torn clothing and broken armour, he cast his eyes skyward, as the violet shade around his eyes darkened, before errupting with a dark purple flame like aura. Snarling, though with a grin, Abaddon was surrounded by purple flames that errupted from the frozen terrain, and his wings expanded in size.

"Game over little man."

Throwing his left arm behind him, the entirely raven limb stretched, tendrils whipping it from the limb that gleemed like oil. The hand clutched onto the hilt of the sword he had dropped before, Nidhogg's maw. As the oily substance splashed across the sword and the ice it was encased in, Abaddon's right hand was thrown out at his side, and with a glow of the hebrew text scribed inside the intricate ornate designs all over the rest of his body, Ragnarok's sword, the large masamune was revealed from the countless fakes, and drawn to Abaddon's hand.

Retracting his lengthy left arm, Abaddon then switched the blades into the other hands, before he was flung into the sky.

Nearing Loki's ship now, the middle age looking Ragnarok grew wide eyed, and turned to look behind him. Coming up behind him, Abaddon flared his wings, before tucking them behind him, in a swoop like position. Desperate, Ragnarok held up his left hand, and began firing elemental bullets in flurries, however Abaddon cut through them with apparent ease, holding the two blades crossed infront of him.

Once close enough, Abaddon threw the masamune like a spear with great speed at Ragnarok, though aimed at his chest, the shield came up to block. Lowering the shield to continue his attacks, Ragnarok felt a sudden stiff coldness in his back.

Behind Ragnarok, Abaddon held the large blade posessed by Nidhogg with a reverse thrust. Back to back the pair floated in the air, just the tip of the blade piercing Ragnarok's back, however given the sheer size of the sword, that was a severe wound.

Abaddon however, hadn't escaped unharmed either, with a dagger thrust into his back, the blades edge caught between the vertabrae, and the tip cutting into the already badly damaged dead heart.

With a long tentacle like left arm, dripping with sludge, the masamune already reclaimed, Abaddon then swung the long arm around and thrust the sword, skipping it over the top of Ragnarok's shield, to pierce his chest just below the colar bone, slicing just above the heart.

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Ragnarok's eyes didn't dim, not a shade. Instead they glowed vibrantly, as they trembled, staring at a glittering ring on Abaddon's left hand.

Instead of going on to disect the Celestian, Abaddon aswell had his eyes transfixed, focused on Rake below, as it took on a more Roan like appearance.

The pair had been shaken to the core by something with high regard to the original forms, and it still showed, as Abaddon's features had dulled in dominance over Corbin's, and the same for Ragnarok, over Narok's.

OOC::

::Rolls the dice and gets the 'big long dramatic post' results.::

Sorry. sweatdrop emo

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As charred flakes of flesh crumbled from Surt's body, the light in his eyes grew dull, shade by shade they dimmed, and this always took an effect on the summoned beings, as they gradually grew less and less bound to the physical plane.

"Damn...you.."

Meanwhile, as Surt's assault on Rake closed in on the fallen Rake, something snapped the air, ripping molecules apart with a vicious ferocity. Wolves were torn away from the fallen diety, and shredded, the gases blown away in hurried torrents, and the ice shattered.

Both Ragnarok, and Abaddon all of a sudden stood, backs facing eachother, Rake on the ground between them.

Abaddon looked much younger, and his hair had shortened. While streams of violet hissed from his body all over, the much more Corbin looking Abaddon stood with a bloodied pair of swords in his hands, a trail of blood runing from either corner of his mouth, and a dagger stuck in his back.

Ragnarok had matured in age, having grey hairs, a grey beard, and much older features about him, with a limp metalic arm. Orange, dusty like hues of steam hissed from his body alike Abaddon's, as he held the absolute barrier at his side, the cells glowing brightly. Blood cascaded from the wounds in his back and chest, and he seemed, whilst determined and fierce, struggling to stand.

Standing in such a way, that Surt was at Ragnarok's right side, and Abaddon's left, the pair then turned their heads simultaniously, and stared at him. For a moment, the pair looked almost identical, with a strong family resemblance, both in the elder Ragnarok/Narok, and the younger Abaddon/Corbin.

Surt's left eye widened, as the deeper flesh and muscle of his right turned to dust.

"You...But, this isn't right!"

It was then that the pair, as they returned to the 'evolved stages' rose their respective arms facing Surt. Ragnarok, his metalic right, and Abaddon, his pitch black left, as energy swirled in their palms, Ragnarok's, a celestian baby blue, and Abaddon's, a brooding obsidian. A blinding light then came from both hands with the respective colours, and Surt's crippled, half decayed figure was scattered to the winds in a cloud of dust and ash.

Following the example, the beings Surt had summoned, gradually turned to ash, along with the wolf that had engulfed the moon, and the ship carrying Loki. As the sun was set free, baskig the field in the glow of its setting, ash and dust rained down like snow after the great serpent had been un-summoned.

Abbadon and Ragnarok now stood at the top of the hill, backs still turned on one another, as they stood around Rake. For a short time, niether one said a word, or made a move. Like statues they stood, before light began to envelope Ragnarok.

Turning slowly, Ragnarok faced Abaddon's back, as Surt's influence washed away from him, the visage of the youthful Ragnarok falling away as cinders and ash, to reveal the much older Narok.

Turning his left eye on Narok, Abaddon's eyewidened, and the pupil dialated, as the piercing emerald was restored to both eyes. As Narok stumbled, his left knee buckling, the ornate designs all over Abaddon's body, and the obsidian of his left arm lerched out, thread like tentacles reaching out.

Abaddon choked for a moment, before a gush of blood ran down his chin from his mouth, and a thud echoed from his chest. Suddenly turning, Abaddon fell, arms outstretched, before the tentacles writhing around him turned to a monstrous face with wide open jaws. The haunting black shade gained a series of emerald eyes, before the jaws clamped down around Abaddon's whole body, then soaked back into his body. As Narok fell, it was Corbin, after dropping his swords, that caught him.

Kneeling at Rake's side, Corbin held Narok against his chest, both covered in the blood of their injuries.

Niether one said a word, as they sat there, both completely unsure of what to say. Corbin had set out to defeat Narok, and gain a sense of closure. Narok, had let himself fall victim to Surt's influence, and now couldn't even stand to face his son, after finally getting the chance to do so, as himself.

"...I..."

Biting his lip, Corbin closed his eyes, though before he could continue, Narok spoke, choking some on the blood in his throat.

"Niether of us could let her die...."

Opening his eyes in surprise, Corbin looked down at Narok, speechless as he continued.

"As dead as she is already, and always has been, and the monopolizing she devil she was, in the worst of times, I some how couldn't let her die."

Corbin then cast his eyes on the fallen Rake, after a moment, smiling.

"As great of enemies we were, I am indebted to her. Under her care, you have become strong. She has mothered you, and fathered you, as I failed to. We might have actually, made interesting friends, given the chance."

Turning to look back down at Narok, Corbin smiled.

"Surt's gone now, and your still here, so, you can. You can stay with us."

Surprised at the response he got, Narok gave a chuckle.

"You know it cant be like that."

Using his left hand, Narok pushed against Corbin's chest, moving to a kneel, and hung his head. Corbin closed his eyes, and simply noded. Slowly standing, Corbin picked up his sword, still posessed by Nidhogg, and swiped it through the shattered ice and ash to his right side, as he took a step to Narok's left side.

"Hopfully it wont be too soon, but, I hope to see you when you come my way, Corbin. I'll be looking forward to the stories of your life."

Hanging his head, Corbin close his eyes, and clutched the hilt of his sword tightly.

"I'll see you then, dad."

Smiling, Narok had only a moment to soak his eyes in tears, before the blade came down on the back of his neck, and his illegitimate life was ended. Corbin however didn't drain the essence, he cast it out, far from able to bind the man's essence to his blade.

As the sword returned to normal with a flash of light, and Nidhogg was released, sent back to its rightful place in the root of the Yggdrasil, Ansuz, and the other swords were left to stand in the ice and ash. Looking down at Rake, Corbin gave a smile, before turning to look away from the battle field, hiding the sight of his tears mixing with the blood on his face.

"Teh.."

With a bare torso, and his lower garments in shambles, Corbin shook his head, as he patted down his pockets, pointless concidering the right one wasn't even there any more.

"Its what we do, god...You really do need more Roan in you, diety or not."

Shaking his head, Corbin sighed and kicked a clump of ice away down the hill, grunting some as he realized he still had a dagger stuck handle deep in his back.

"That'll take a while to heal. I need a cigarette..."

After not recieving a vicious reply, or any for that matter, Corbin realized that the heap behind him was unconcious again. Lost in his thoughts, he mused over the situation.

"Say what you want, thats the second time we saved Gaia."

Wiping his hand across his face, before turning, he took a seat next to Rake.

"Raoul is either going to promote the both of us, or hang us by our balls. Well, me from my balls you, I dont know."