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((Impatience))

Lucas was still in his corner of woe after witnessing Ruby's inevitable death, the events of which he had just experienced was beyond anything he could have ever prepared for. He knew, back when he formed Team Elixer two years ago, that one day they would walk into something sinister. But now Ruby's blood was on his hands... all of their blood was on his hands. And as a leader he feels like a failure, if it were not for him... they could still be alright. He dismissed thinking that without them this world would be doomed, for at the moment his heart was wounded. Laxion was awake though, and in too much shock to care for Dorian's exit, he could only stare at Claudia hanging over Nyru, he felt sick to his stomach and hated himself for what he did to Nyru. Leaning back against the ground he was breathing heavily, shaking so much he couldn't bare to stand. Claudia yelled at him and stressed that he had to be helped but Laxion wasn't event sure if he deserved to help Nyru now... he would never forgive him... he would hate him... the only person that he ever cared for so much in his life would hate him. "N-N-Nyru?.." he managed to let out after Claudia had pressed her dress over Nyru's open wound. Nyru was still unconscious, occasionally twitching. But then Nyru awoke, and from his slumber he let out a roar of agony as he clutched his side where Laxion's spearhead shot right through his armour. "ARHH!!!", he yelled in pain, Claudia doing her ebst to calm him. He then murmered words quickly, in his shock, pain and fear Nyru only said one word "L-Laxion!". The elemental still stared, he was so scared, so much that he could almost feel his heart at the tip of his throat. "Whe-re" he cringed, and breathed heavily, "where is he?! Ah!". But Nyru's tone, it wasn't angry, it may have been the pain but Laxion was no longer afraid of Nyru, but afraid that he might die. Like animal instinct, Laxion shot from his scared little hole and was hanging over Nyru, fear over his face, tears falling from his eyes as he said "I'm here! Nyru please... Please..." he buried his face in Nyru's chest, he didn't know what to do whilst Claudia asked for Adi's help. "Laxion..." Nyru said, cringing once more under the pain on his side, Laxion lifted hishead and pleaded with him, "I'm so sorry. im so so sorry i didn't mean to please forgive me I... I..." he almost couldn't say it, the guilt was too strong, and from his distressed whimpers came "I love you". And then, the pain was masked by Nyru's shock for just some very dear moments. He never heard Laxion say that before, he never told Laxion that either, and he couldn't bare to see Laxion so upset... and so he returned the words. Laxion stared at him, but then the shadowmancer yelled in pain again, and this time Laxionw as urging Adi on "Adi - please i beg of you! If you can't do it then we take him tot he elves, please!" he was speaking to fast for anyone to reply to him, "he can't die please I wouldn't be able to live with myself no please no" he broke down once more as the golden rays of light spread over his weak and nimble body.

Lucas watched from afar, and had finally mustered up the willpower to stand, but he was limping. He ventured to Alexis, he was sleeping, she did not look injured, only tired and emotionally drained... like a painting of a dead woman, made eternal in a still image. He leaned beside her and managed to whisper some words of power, and after a few seconds of staring, she awoke with a deep and sudden breath of life. She was never dead, but only drained. He eyes stared behind him, she could see light, light all over, and asked quickly "Is it over?!". He nodded and with narrow eyes said "Yes... i believe it is..."... he couldn't tell her of Ruby's fate yet. But for some moments it seemed he could forget and turn to denial, as Alexis launched from the ground and wrapped her arms around Lucas' neck, pulling him to the ground with her weight as she hugged him tightly, thankful that it was over.

That was when the Angels delicately landed on the ground behind them all, and Zuriel felt their presence suddenly become overwhelming, so much so that he felt them staring at him rather than the mortal body he was held within. Zuriel knew that Adi would not deal with this until Nyru was healed, at least somewhat, and so Zuriel let Adi use what power he could to fill the shadowmancer with Vigour. It would let his wounds heal quicker and stop the bleeding, yet the pain would only be ease slowly. Yet his bravery would see him past this. After doing so, the three angels stood silently next to each other. Mesraphael and his dark robes, beckoning judgement in place of Injustira, Scentiel, with her soft glows and harmonic gaze was somehow silently deadly, and Lysandiel. He was perhaps the kindest of the angels, and was always at odds with his brother, Zuriel. The High Angel of Vigour was a soul against Redemption, for redemption was weak and troublesome. "It has been a long time" Scentiel began, her words smooth and delicate, so fine that a leaf could cut it "since the Sanctum has been complete."
"But never has an Angel become imprisoned in the soul of a mortal... Zuriel." Mesraphael finished. Lysandiel stepped forwards and before he could speak, Scentiel asked him a question with confusion in her humming tone, she said "you knew this? Didn't you?". Lysandiel stopped in his tracks, and yet still Zuriel had no voice in this. Redemption sighed and nodded his hood, "Yes. Yet even I do not think that it was his choice." And finally, Zuriel spoke up, but this time he had the power to project himself as he did before without consuming Adi. Golden flecks of light peeled away from her skin until it gathered, and a golden glow formed the shell that was a ghost of Zuriel. "Choice" Zuriel said, his tone triumphant at nature yet filled with shame in it's echo "was never a choice in this." Scentiel pondered "Then explain - we thought your soul destroyed"
"Explaining myself is shameful..."
"But you must" Mesraphael ordered, "For your Reasons are more important than any excuses"
"I ventured to your Labyrinth, Brother. I was lost with illness, a darkness crept into my soul and the demonic poison was turning me into a pitiful aspect. I sought out Reason within your corridors, yet I became lost... even I, the leader of the Sanctum was not wise enough to traverse it's halls without it's master. And thus... i fell." Vigour shamefully admitted, and the other Angels' wings twitched at this, except for Lysandiel's. Visions of himself falling crept into his mind, at first it was darkness, but finally he was engulfed in natural light, less golden and more a mixture when he entered a familiar realm, the very same realm that he was cursed within. Magic Earth. "My body died when i did. But my soul was too weak to regather itself in our golden sanctuary... too... impure..."
"And so you locked yourself away?" Lysandiel then asked, surprise and interest in his tone, lifting his hood up in awe. "Involuntarily." Vigour scoffed, "I was forced into hiding whilst my soul healed and I was presumed dead by my own council!"
"If you'd have died in our realm then you would have been destroyed eternally!" Scentiel rebuked. "And reborn... a replacement perhaps..." Zuriel sighed with great shame. Sometimes he wished that he had have been reborn. "Yet you somehow got into the hands of this... mortal?" Mesraphael asked. "I became an artefact, of which a mortal group took possession of, and in time it was handed to Rur'Adika." and by now, Lysaniel was intrigued as to see how Zuriel reacted about this, for he always had a strong opinion against humanity. "for many years it was putrid, and when I was released i longed for nothing more than to see the Towers of Vigour again."
"But?.." Scenitel begged. "I have been shown a new light perhaps... that some mortals can - redeem - themselves." Lysandiel stepped back in shock, "You have been shown the truth, brother." he responded. "However... you are faced with a choice." Scentiel then said, and Mesraphael added "a choice that even you know has only one answer for many reasons." Zuriel remained silent and looked to Adi. He wanted to make this choice, the answer was obvious... but he knew the sacrifice he had to make in order to get what he wanted.

But he could not bare the guilt on his now softened soul.

Nyru was glad that Claudia could find it within herself to join him - he couldn't bare to see her stand so alone and it was just by unfortunate circumstances that no one was immediately available to comfort her. All around them tears were shed in the many losses off this battle, yet Adi was still facing her own war. Like a shiver that ran through his spine and put the vibration of his soul on stand on edge like hairs on the back of your neck, Zuriel felt Adi's realisation and dread surged through him. If he could pull an expression it would be one of sorrow as he raised an arm as if to reach out to her. Her hood covered her own, and now that he could not see her he began to understand why the angels were so untrusted by some - for they're motives were never revealed.

She was thinking about everything they had been through - Scentiel felt it in the vibrations of her soul, there were only brief moments of sincerity before the opposite emotions latched onto her heart, and then Scentiel realised, right after Adi called Zuriel a liar. Mesraphael tilted his head, in his mind he thought It would not be the first time quite calmly as if it were nothing of too much concern amongst his brethren. She shuffled back to gain space between them, and just as Zuriel began to move Scentiel commented "... You have grown fond of him? Haven't you?" It made Zuriel glare at her with scorn, but the aspect of Sincerity persisted, she added "You... lo-"
"That's enough!" Zuriel spat out, but Lysandiel replied "emotions for the mortals are more powerful than you think, Zuriel. I would kn-"
"You know nothing Lysandiel! You think redemption is always available but you refuse to accept that sometimes it's just not possible!" but then Mesraphael and his supreme wisdom joined, he ordered "It was not possible for an Angel to be cursed... Yet now..." that was the last he was going to take, and although he was but a projection he could syphon as much energy as he needed from the souls of the other aspects near him to dash to Mesraphael in an explosion of light that reformed in front of the Aspect of Reason. He grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and lifted him off the ground as he bellowed "HAVE YOU SINCE FORGOTTEN WHO LEAD THE SANCTUM AFTER ALL THESE YEARS?!" Zuriel began to summon his spear at his side, light condensing tighter and tighter, an implosion of cataclysmic energy that eventually hardened to a divine spear, his spear. "Brother!!!" Lysandiel shouted back, Mesraphael calmly responded "We require that leader back if not the fall of the sanctum is foreseen... The girl must d-" Zuriel held the spear tightly and closely to Mesraphael's would-be neck as he replied "Rur-Adika will never die as long as Vigour remains! Until our souls are separated she is not dying!" and finally he said something that expressed how he did actually care for her life. "And we both know that such a thing has been impossible for centuries!" Zuriel shouted. But Scentiel, whom had been quiet for some time now, mysteriously raised her voice, she stared at Lucas and said "But not... forever". "What?!" Zuriel begged, lowering Mesraphael as Lysandiel pivoted to turn and look at Lucas too. Scentiel hovered ever closer to Team Elixer and the others, stopping just feet from them, her hood staring deeply into his soul whilst her own soul resonated amongst them, at least giving some sort of comfort, a feeling of love, of well-being... of Sincerity. "You - What is your name?" she asked with an eeriness to her voice. Lysandiel stepped ever closer, and his eyes were drawn to the weapon at Lucas' waist. "My name is Lucas... My lady"
"Lucas what?" she asked. Lucas didn't know how this was important, but he said "Purevelion". Scentiel gasped, if she could breath she would have drawn the largest breath, followed by the greatest sigh of relief in her tone when she said "after all these years..." and then Lysandiel stepped in, he asked "where exactly did you acquire that name?"
"It's been the family name since... as far back as the tree has been written"
"And your blade?! Who named it?!"
"It - it was called that for just as long. W-why? I don't understand?" And Zuriel triumphantly spoke up from where he stood, "It means you are a descendant of Purevelion..." he looked to Adi right then, his tone sound relieved, and his soul was burning with a new-found hope. "... The Angel of Liberty" Zuriel finished. Lysandiel gestured for Lucas to reveal his blade, and in the glorious sun's rays the blade itself was invisible, all except for it's hilt. "How did I never realise.." Lysandiel cursed, just as the blade revealed itself to them all. Lucas was stunned, he said "It's never revealed itself in the light before?" and Scentiel knew the answers. She explained "Until now the Purevelion Blade has slumbered, and only now in the presence of angels has it reawakened it's true purpose..." Zuriel interrupted once more as he said in disbelief "Purevelion was the only angel to have ever existed that could give freedom to the souls he touched with that blade. He could steal them - free them - or return them." he turned to Adi, hoping that finally she would forgive him. He said "We may exist without destroying the other" filled with hope. Yet Lucas was still asking how, and Scentiel was more than filled with relief to feel obliged to explain, "Purevelion lead the rogue angels from the Heavens, he was one of the group that sought out a greater purity than that which he already possessed by drinking from the Well of Immortality." and then Lucas realised it all. Purevelion would have became mortal... Purevelion must have been one of the first Divine to walk this earth and in the end... the Purevelion Blade is the only living existence... it was the angel's legacy...

"You must slay her" Mesraphael ordered, getting shot the most sinister hood-glare by Zuriel in an instant. Lucas was suddenly filled with a sick feeling in his stomach I could never do such a thing.. he thought to himself. But was Adi ever going to forgive Zuriel? Would she even allow him and herself to live happily. OR would that be too easy for him.