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Abaddon was within a few meters of Draco when he started twirling his swords and bragging about how powerful he was and how Draco didn't stand a chance against him It was obvious to Draco that his opponent had enhanced his abilities. Virtually locking Draco from his mind was the first given. Oh, Abaddon was good, but dragon's telepathic abilities were far stronger and more rigid than Abaddon thought. It was true that for the moment, he didn't have a mental link, but Draco wasn't thrown out completely, no matter what Abaddon thought. Little things that Draco had implanted in his mind before were still there, lurking in the recessed of his subconscious mind. Still, those were going to be needed later, not now. For now, the real danger was tht new VRE arm.

Just as Draco was going to make his first move, his mother sent him a message. He now knew exactly what Abaddon had done to his sister Fate and that in essence he would be fighting her. Oh well, Novus's fighting style may be superior to his, but his body and functions were not being programmed like Abaddon's with a VRE. Oh that thing could do a lot, but it could also be removed.

A head on assault on the VRE was a very bad idea. Getting sliced and diced by those swords were also a bad idea. Well, Mother did say he could go full on dragon on him, so that he would do.

“Abaddon, I see you have the ability to mimic other's fighting style. My mind and body are guarded against such a trick from you. So, if you are going to use the attacks of my Fate sister, I will have to counter with something just as powerful.” In mere moments, Draco chanaged from the humanoid in dragon-scaled armor to full on dragon. He was five times Abaddon's size, but unlike what one might think, he was as agile as a contortionist. His entire body was covered in scales forged from lava and hardened by the sun itself. His horns, spikes and tail were covered in the same hard, light-weight scales. He might look big and bulky, but he was light as a bird. With enhanced body and renewed confidence in his abilities (but not overconfident) he chided Abaddon. “We came to fight, and fight we will.'

Extending his claws into scaled (and extremely strong) swords, he took his stance. “As the humans say, en-garde.”

Command Center, Location Unknown

Risa Hawkeye & Roy Mustang

Risa allowed Roy to rest his head on his lap, she had never been so scared in her life before, not even when his father carved that circle in her back. Bt that fear was quickly vanishing at the sight of Roy calming himself.

That little girl, that creature had done something to them, but it had affected more Roy than herself and she wasn't sure, to be afraid or to be thankful.

Some minutes ago, the blonde man was a stranger, now she knew that she was Alphonse Elric, the younger Elric brother. And he was worried with Edward's daughter.

Those names, those feelings were returning to her slowly and warmly, like a hot chocolate warming her body.

but now, he mess they were, was starting to be far more complex than she had previous imagined. Brigadier General Armostrong was near, was a thing to cherish for now, but the homunculi in central command in Central City was a frightful thought.

"My Lord Fürer?" She called at Roy gently, and he opened his eyes, his unfocused sight slowly landed on Risa and even more slowly a smile spread on his face. He was going to be fine, and if not, she was there to help.

Still, this place was strange and the only friendly faces were worried.

What had happened?

"What is this place?" She asked once she found her voice.




Tessiel

"You are nothing but a sorry example of heavens most noble creatures" the voice echoed in Tessiel mind again, the pain on his wings was unbearable and he had stopped praying to his Father. He didn't understand why he was being punished like this, locked up inside a holly bottle. He had been good, he had followed his father's commands. He loved the humans as he had instructed, he had taught humans some angelic magic to battle Lucifer demons or call his siblings i case of dire need.

Tessiel wondered for a minute if this was his punishment for leave his post, to stop putting dew every morning in different places. He had, he admitted, once the wars on the dessert dried the water and he had to pick up the tears of the mothers to pull dew on their death sons.

"Doesn't matter, with his grace we can learn more" another man said cheerful. Tessiel stopped thinking, the words of his older brothers finally making sense after so long. He had been an outcast for eons and he wasn't an experiment.


Tessiel opened her eyes, with one thing in mind: escape!. He was in the arms on a blond man and he also was in a vessel.

"Here you are, my little angel. You'll be okay, uncle Al will make everything alright" He said.

"No" Tessiel hissed, his grace sensed that there was nothing to stop his escape, so he opened his wings, they felt very strange, they were larger and far powerful but nonetheless he flapped them, to escape from this place.


He landed in middle of the now vacant throne room of the Xing Imperial Palace. Tessiel looked at the place with awe, this must be part of the Forbidden city on Beijing, he thought. Her little steps barely echoing in the hall, he decided that this was a good place as any to meditate with the recent events.

Humans had managed to trap him but he had escaped, but he felt different. So terrifying different and he can't recall the bloodline of this vessel. What was going on??

As his mind pondered, the spell that made him think that he was the Tessiel of ten years ago, the guards of the palace discovered him and slowly were approaching him, they were suspicious. Where this girl come from? She was not a Xingese girl, her features screamed Almestris, and her cloths and her golden hair. Was she a little spy to kill the emperor? or was a friend of May Chang?

"Hey girl?" One guard called softly "What are you doing here?"

Tessiel locked at the guards, his first instinct was to flight, but this strangeness in his grace, whispered, "power". The next second, Tessiel snapped his fingers and the whole hall was illuminated with paper lamps and the floor had countless tables with all kinds of food.

"I am Guanyin, the Goddess of Mercy" Tessiel dressed his vessel as the image he remembered of the goddess, white flowing robes, a golden crown with a white veil that hided her golden hair , a jar in her right hand and a three red points between her brows, like a flower.

The guards looked at him and they were surprised but they didn't see to gasp with awe at Tessiel choice. But the Guanyin was a very popular goddess in China, isn't? Unless

"What is happening here?" a voice asked behind the guards....



Note: This is the very place the emperor Ling Yao lives, I don't want to take over the character, but if we don't find someone that want the honour..... XD well..... we can discuss this in the chat.

Imperial Palace, Xing

Tessiel

This was impossible!! No, they should be with their kneels on the floor, happily crying, not this, this wasn't supposed to happen!

The man walked toward him without a pint of fear or awe, and he was dressed like the last emperor to ever live in China. Is this a new trick of the men of letters? Had he walked into a new trap again?

He needed to run and be away from this men.

"I know that man!" A little voice screamed happy on the back of his mind, Tess knew that it was the soul of this vessel, the whispers at the back of his own mind kept telling him to run, to escape. "Let me!, let me! let me! let me! let me!!" She kept screaming until his mind lost track of himself and went to curl in the deepest warm of Nina Soul, hiding everything of himself, hoping the man wont hurt a little human girl and with luck they would escape this problem unhurt.

Nina fell on his knees at the sudden return control of her own body, she looked at her hands and then at her own dress. Mommy never let her use this kind of dresses and she love it. She will ask Tessiel if she can keep the dress afterwards.

"Uncle Leen!" Nina yelled remembered where she was, she stood up and picked up her dress and instead of hugging his uncle, she kicked him as hard as she can in his shin. "Papa is not a pipscuik!" she yelled afterwards, making her best angry face at him. "Papa is more funny then you!" She affirmed crossing her arms, her little face colouring red.

Imperial Palace, Xing

Tessiel

As Tessiel curled more and more inside himself, he heard a little plea, the words didn't make sense for him ut the meaning behind them he was sure of it, someone was praying, asking for help. Tessiel followed the voice, it wasn't that far and the source seemed to be a little spot, for a second he doubted if the prayer was coming from his vessel or himself, but once he heard it again he followed and found himself between dark walls and a heavy putrid smell.

The only source of light was himself, he was stunned at seeing himself in his true form no more larger than a human being inside what looked like a stone room and in his feet, Tessiel saw a young man, sitting with his face half covered by his hands, his eyes stunned at the sight of Tessiel's golden light. Behind him, bangs and shouts were clearly audible, the wooden door was going to break at any moment.

"Please....." He prayed and Tessiel understood the words, he offered his hand and the youth crawled toward the hand before grab it and a great light engulfed both.

The archangel fumbled backwards and when he opened his eyes, they were back in the Xing palace, Tessiel was back in his little vessel, back on the floor. His vision still weak but he knew that the young man was no far and the man with his guards had witnessed something beyond supernatural.

Imperial Palace, Xing

Tessiel


Tessiel struggled to keep his thoughts under control, they were a whirlwind of voices and echo, none of them made any sense anymore.

Stultus, luu htone, Báichī,baccalà, al'abalah, baka, Idiota, fool!

Some words sounded nice and others no, their true meaning lost to the Archangel. Until the commanding voice of emperor Ling snapped him to reality, for a moment at least.

Tessiel saw the man, for a instant he knew who he was and what is had to be done in his precense . 'Alien word' echoed in his grace an Tessiel instinctively covered the little ears of his borrowed vessel, to no avail as the echoes trumpeted through his scence.

“I am Guanyin, Goddess of Mercy” he stood up remembering the last lie he told, “I have come to bless your rule” he added turning his face in the most amicable and serene face he could must.

'feitheamh'1

The heaviness of his grace was souring his thoughts faster than a drop of ink in water.

'tha e air dol fodha' 2

He had in his hand his blade, a shining little weapon at his command only, “you are corrupted” Tessiel said no sure why those words escaped his lips, the point of his beloved weapon soon turned heavy, very much heavy for vessel little arms. He focused on level the deathly end toward the corrupted man.

'Mission' something within whispered, “no failures'

'Feitheamh!' And then a blast!, he was on the floor, pined, his wings were hurting like that time they tried to rip them because they needed angel feathers for sell to the hunters, no! No! No again! No

Fingers touched softly inside him and the heaviness was lifted, Tessiel sighed in relief as warm arm embraced him.

He opened his eyes for an instant, he was safe in the arms of the young man he saved moments ago. He felt safe and didn't hesitate to fell asleep in his arm.



By the eyes of a guard

The command of stood up come late as the little girl said she is Cannon and she come to bless the rule of Emperor Ling, but she faltered and she suddenly said the he is corrupted and on her hands there is a spear. All the time the newcomer is screaming weird words at the girl and he even put himself between the spear and Ling. Before he or his fellows guards can reaction. The young man spoke a weird word and tackles the girl, the spear vanishes as she fought but the man seemed to said something and she is calm, he crawls her in her arms and try to calm the guards with gestures.


Notes:
1: wait!
2: He's sinking

Note 2: Why tessiel didn't hurt the young man's eyes with his true form? well in that universe power isn't determined by normal means, but how long the entity has been in that universe, so Tessiel was a weakling compared to the youngman he saved.