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Fox was siting in a tree by and he heard a large thud. Looking around he found Yawgmoth out of bed! WHAT THE HELL ! " Yawgmoth! " Was all he said as he rushed over to him knelling down by his side like before and looking at thei purple. He thought his black goo was bad but this.

The energy around Yawgmoth's fallen body started to surge into the ground causing the ground to saturate with darkness. The grass and the flowers around him began to wither up and die from the corrupting energies. The radius of the evil power started to rapidly grow. Over the next several minutes it would encompass an area equal to twice the size of a normal football field. All life within the area dying off and rotting away. An incredible violent burst of dark power radiated through the sky causing the very air to become thick with rot. Yawgmoth's unconscious form was once again floating at the center, acting as the medium. The power in the large radius shattered the very fabric of the world and started to tear the dimensional fabric in the area. Furious lightning and nether energies would began to swarm in. The large humanoid purple form of the Old God started to take shape. Only this time he was simply massive, easily standing taller than any building in the syndicate grounds. So tall that it could be seen from anywhere in the syndicate. A loud deafening roar bellowed out as his full power peaked and sealed the dimensional damage. The massive being simply stood there observing the grounds for the moment. Shrinking down to a manageable size that was only slightly larger than Yawgmoth's normal size the creature flexed his ethereal hands and sighed. Kneeling down the thing touched the ground with one finger and all at once the grass and the trees, the flowers and in fact all life that had been scarred by his arrival was sprung back, full of life as it had been. "Much better." the thing spoke in a language that no one knew, but for some reason could understand.

He watched intently upon the old hag for a deity take shape and form and his interaction with fox

" More so then anything els really, But After being riped in half so miny times one almost from Yawgmoth there, I have become miny miny things. Well if you are what makes up him I think I am even part you." He said smileing up at this thing with a giggle. Fox was not afrade of this thing if that is what he was going for, he found it nothing more then a thing of Yawgmoth so he really wanted to hug it and see if it freaked out like Yawgmoth did.

" I see well it is good to know these things." He said looking up at this creatcher. " So you have put your self in to him, how did this happen, why I have always wanted to know more a bought Him, if you don't mind me asking, but he is always to bussy doing something to talk to me really."

The holy aura of the Seraph could be felt, long before he appeared. He had long blond hair, and his eyes were Hidden again underneath a white blindfold, there was no glow at all from under it. His wings were floating all about behind him, He had 24 wings now. He had acended higher then the highest rank of the holy throne. He was now the first 24-winged Seraphs. Many knew not rather to place that above or below god. Since he had acended he and the lord had gotten into it a few times. Ryan had actually just returned after God threw him from the heavens down to this world. He tilted his head abit, not saying anything yet, the power of the angel had grown exponentially since anyone had last seen him. The Fist Of Heavens was sheathed at his side, the massive six foot blade, glowed with a holy heavenly aura, as well as him. He tilted his head as he stared at the man or god, what ever it was that was in yawgmoth now. He held no fear of death, no fear of dying. Nothing. Not even a fear of being defeated. Ryan stood a dozen yards or more from the being within yawgmoth and just stared at him, though with the blindfold you could only assume because he was facing him.

Ryans wings extended dozens of yards in most directions floating about, making himself appear much larger then he was. The angel turned to the side, pacing abit, often stopping and looking at the being. Looking as though he was trying to figure something out, he finally stopped. He opened his mouth to talk, though from it came the most divine roar ever heard by most beings. The bass from his voice shook the very planet. His voice was the voice of the Metatron. See, there has been much disagreement in the holy throne. After getting it with the Metatron, there was a little fight between the two. To simplify it, Ryan was the new voice of god. The roar shook the ground similiar that to some of the strongest earth quakes. Through the roar, the old god could hear his words. "A warriors ultimate act, is to lay down his sword." He said with a nod. He tightened his blind fold abit, then scratched the back of his head. " See, at first, the Warrior and sword become one and each other. At this point, even a blade of grass can be used as a lethal weapon. In the next stage, the sword resides not in the hand but in the heart. Even without a weapon, the warrior can slay his enemy from a hundred paces. But the ultimate ideal, is when the sword disappears altogether. The warrior embraces all around him. The desire to kill no longer exists. Only peace remains." He says, his arms and wings spreading abit, as he streched his body out. He removed his shirt from his body as well as his amor. His chest had new ink on it. It was a seal, the Seal of Metatron. There was an older seal of course, though many greater evils began destroying their seals. This is the newest one. Each glyph within the seal was another seal, amplifying the strength of it. "The Horadrim. The ancient defenders of good. The original protectors of the throne. I am one. I have been a Horadric lord for sometime. It is my job as one of the horadrim as well as the highest ranked being in heaven, to re-seal you. Do you have any thing to say before we begin." He asked standing at a medium distance, his side facing the being. His arms were folded across his chest.