Welcome to Gaia! ::

::The kick connected with a metallic clang as Nathaniels foot met Wraths helm shattering it on impact. Shards of tainted metal fell to the ground as Wraths battle frenzy overtook him. His long red hair flowed from his scalp like fire as his demonic aura overtook him. His forth blurring as the waves of energy took form, and substance, kicking up smaller stones and giving him the appearance of being lost enveloped in flames. Yet still the glow of his eyes, and the light from within his mouth stood very visible, as did the silohette of his armor...and the primal growl which escaped his gaping maw. Words bellowed forth.::

You think you know...POWER.

::From his forehead his horns extended, from two little lumps to two large pikes, his hands could been seen crackling as his viens began to glow through his skin, ripping and tearing as his body expanded. It didnt take long for his armor to crack and shatter, leaving his body from the waist up exposed. A glowing red core visible in his chest, his heart, and it pumped forth fire through his viens.

Wrath was his sin, and he filled himself with it. He looked more beast than man, what with massive claws for hands, glowing red eyes and what seemed to be hellfire burning about him and across his axe. He lifted the gigantic weapon up, holding it across his chest as he stared down at Nathaniel.::

...SHOW ME HOW EASILY YOU BLEED!!

::He shouted forth at Nathaniel, a blatant challenge. Demons retreated back several steps just to give the two combatants the room they needed.::

::Yet to no such luck. Wrath turned his back to Nathaniel, or so it seemed as he spun away on his claw-like feet, shifting his weight to his heel before suddenly jerking back around with powerful roar, his mighty arms hurdling the axe at Nathaniel, the giant blade spinning horizontally like a giant disc as it flew for the Fallen.

And as it flew Wrath caught his balance by slamming his foot into rocky ground beneath and hunching forward, he looked something like a sumo wrestler as he caught his balance. And at the moment he gained that sturdy footing he kicked off the ground charging directly at Nathaniel just behind his weapon. He would wait or the weapon to reach Nathaniel before acting, but something about the glowing grin on his lips said that he had some sort of plan...::

I could say the same!

::The weapon wouldnt be commanded any more than Harbinger would bend by the will of Wrath. Redeemer was mounted, and as all demonic and angelic weapons could, it immediately and instantly took the form it needed most. Shackles. Not the pleasant chain kind, but rather a very special kind Wrath had nick named, Hatebinders. It was basically two ankle cuffs with a single bar locking the ankles in place. But it would be completely ineffective without one ingredient...a part of the being whom it was locking.

Wrath skidded to a halt mid run as his feet kicked up a cloud of dirt and his hands flew through the dirt grabbing his prize. His demonic aura's voilent nature had sent the hairs fluttering away, but now they were safetly in Wraths giant hands.

And the demon, began to laugh. You see it really wouldnt have been possible if Nathaniel hadnt played along so nicely and mounted his weapon, placing his feet, exactly where they needed to be. Wrath had assumed Nathaniel would simply dodge, and then he would have to grapple him and force him to touch Redeemer...but fortune smiled.

He didnt run anymore. He walked. The hairs grasped firmly in his hand, and his victim's mobility hindered by his feet bindings. All Wrath had to do was reach Redeemer now, and he could attempt to extend the shackles into a full restraint. But he had time, time to laugh.::

Wordy down to the end.

::Wrath watched as Nathaniel tossed his blade and tended his hand, as if he was going to catch it. But a few moment before it was slated to reach him he turned at the hip letting it slide just slide right past.::

And I get the honor of sending Graves, to his grave.

::He let out a sickening laughter.::

Pride would be so jealous.

::But enough delay. He was no stranger to the idea of weapons returning to their masters, and again he broke out into a full run. This time aiming to reach the somewhat trapped Nathaniel, stand over him, and simply begin pounding away, unless interupted. In his mind, he had all of eternity to take his frustration and wrath out on his brother. Some demons just didnt share the same respect as Lucifer did, some just knew how to kill and how to hurt, and how to get revenge. This was one of them.::

::Wrath, in all honesty, was entirely surprised. Pleasantly surprised at that. The look on his face was not one of anger, but was instead a rather large smile.

Nathaniels strategy was mostly flawless. The garot of a chain caused Wrath to let out a gacking sound as he was choked. If anything Nathaniel might have over-estimated Wraths ability to react to surprises. You see, he was used to fighting demons that were too afraid to even fully try and beat him. Or pathetic mortals that simply cowered and tried to flee. Today he faced a true foe, a true opponent. And in his moment of surprise, as Nathaniels wieght was added to Wraths neck, Wrath was jerked backwards right off his feet.

This would have been a good thing if not for the fact that he was about fall flat on his back. And his back, was exactly where Nathaniel was. Needless to say Wrath was rather heavy, though not life threateningly so. If Nathaniel as infact caught underneath him, it would feel more like he had taken a very big punch to his whole body, or whatever parts of him were under Wrath.

And it really wouldnt take long for the demon, thrilled with the joys of battle, to grab the chain around his neck with the full intent of using it as a handle as he rolled to his feet and tried to use the chain to slam Nathaniel over head, and into the ground in front of him. Sort of like swing a giant chain mace, that was tied around his neck.::

::And indeed he was impaled right through where his kidney would have been. His black blood spilling back and onto Nathaniel like boiling water. But wounds such as these, just as was proven a few floors below in Lucifers chambers, wouldnt be fatal. Such injury as painful as it should have been, simply brought a sickeningly maniacal laughter forth from Wrath.

And despite the pain, and the further injury he would inflict upon himself, Wrath yet still attempted to sling Nathaniel overhead by the chain, and smash him into the ground in front of him.::

::And yet Nathaniel would find something quite odd about his ability to roll over onto his feet. His feet werent bound any longer. As he rolled onto his feet, he would witness Wrath pulling Harbringer out from his gut and dropping it idly onto the ground beside him. Before dropping to his knees. No, not in pain, the smile on his face said that it definately wasnt pain that motivated him, but rather something else entirely.::

You've fought well, and with honor.

::He said, as a black glowing ball began to hover around his bowed head.::

It would be my honor to fight beside you....Lord Graves.

::And with his acceptances of Nathaniels rank, and his obvious bow, the legions around the two bowed in turn. The demons in rank each fell to one knee, their weapons placed on the ground beside them. It would be like watching the tide roll back and bow before one man.::

We are yours. May our march on the gates of Heaven bring you the slaughter you were denied today. With you as our General, we will paint the pearly gates red with angelic blood...

Uh...

::Quite literally almost every demon, had either that exact word, or a look matching that word on their face. A dead lull for a moment as the supposed change of the guard passed so very quickly, and things were back to normal. And...they attacked, as if there was absolutely no fight between Wrath and Nathaniel at all! They simply went back to mindless slaughter as if it was nothing new, just a little thing they do...and it was.

Death. Death. And gore.

And Wrath stood firmly, dusting the last of his wounds off like dust off the edge of table, literally healing with almost instaneous speed. A gift given to the demons when here in Hell. And he turned to Nathaniel, his demonic battle armor forging back into being as he asked one, simple, question.::

When do we launch our assault?