Just by feeling the approaching presence in the sky the group knew this won't be an easy battle.
The whole group transformed and summoned their weapons. Azriel was still a kilometer or two away, but with the speed of his approach he will be there in a minute.
"The three of us who can fly will try to bring it close to the ground so the rest of can join the battle as well. When he comes close Bea will pull him down and damage his wings. Without his ability to fly the fight should become much easier." Said Sera, her voice was steady and firm, the bearing of a leader. The rest of the group had no objections.
But before Sera could take off Bea stopped and kissed her. It was small, it contained the promise of something more happening later. They smiled at each other while holding hands, but time didn't stop for either and soon Sera was in the sky about to face the strongest opponent of her life.
Lucy was in her eagle form and Hellfire with his fiery wings.
Azriel wasted no time with his speed he went straight for Hellfire, judging him the strongest of the three. With a quick move he dodged, but still the sword of the death angel clipped his armor.
It disintegrated by its touch, but it didn't reach his skin. They weren't exactly sure what would happen if they got damaged by that sword, but they suspected it to be a death sentence.
In the sky the stars slowly winked out as storm clouds approached their position.
Sera and Lucy attacked from two sides. They were close enough to see behind the creature's helmet through the eye slits. There was only darkness, like he didn't even exist and this was just some sort of darkness wearing armor.
He turned his body in a strange way dodging both attacks at the same time and even delivering a quick stab towards Sera. She wasn't fast enough and it cut through her left wing's muscle.
With s small scream she started falling, but when she was about to hit the ground her wing regenerated and she took to the skies again with renewed fury.
While Sera was struggling with flying, Hellfire was receiving blow after blow. No matter how fast he moved or how agile he was, every attack passed through his defense. His armor was in shambles, but somehow none of the attacks went deep enough to actually hurt him.
Lucy attacked when Azriel was distracted, but her attack was a distraction too. Behind her down on the ground a large, heavy rifle was priming a destructive shot.
Just as she expected the angel turned around just in time to evade her attack, but not fast enough to dodge the meter long railgun round moving twenty kilometers a second.
'That must've hurt him!... Wait... Wha...' Lucy's thoughts stopped, she was smiling inside a moment ago, but now only despair remained.
The angel of death unlike her expectations just slashed towards the bullet, and when his sword touched it... The bullet turned to dust.
Only then did they realize that Azriel was just playing with them, he was way too powerful to fight like they did with all those other corrupted. And that increased their fear... They were all about to die.
Slowly Lucy's wingbeats slowed down and her will to live decreased. She knew that the feeling of approaching death was made by Azriel and it wasn't actually real, but her mind just couldn't get rid of its terror.
The others felt similarly... Or at least most of them.
While Azirel was enjoying watching their despair something approached him with large speed. Another angelic form came from below him, her right wing a pristine white, her left black as the night sky.
There was strength within her that she hadn't felt for a long time... For about seven months to be exact.
The will to not give up, not die, but live and kill her enemy whom she hated from all her heart. On her helmet and around her neck small sparks of light appeared. The blade of her sword ignited with black flames and on her head a midnight black crown appeared, with a black onyx at its center.
She dismissed her helmet and gave herself over to the sweet fresh air. She took a deep shuddering breath and closed her eyes.
Steadily her body moved.
"AHH!... FUCK... I... WON'T... GIVE... UP..." She shouted every word as her broken body slowly rose.
When she was finally standing she leaned against a broken pillar to keep up right.
Azriel flew down and stood a couple of meters away from her. The some weird scraping sound came from behind the mask... Laughter...
For a moment Sera looked confused, then a large grin split her face.
"What are... you laughing at... death pigeon?..." He seemed to understand her mockery, because the scratchy sound stopped and his head snapped towards her.
The onyx on Sera's crown glowed with a gentle light and she hoped her plan would work.
"You don't like the... Name death pigeon... But isn't that all you are... A stupid winged armor... No purpose other that being annoying?... Wander how you ended up this way...
Did Madness took pity on you and you became its whore for fun?..."
Her next words were cut off as Azriel finally moved, her grin grew larger.
'How predictable...'
The dark sword was about to cut Sera in two when her left wing defended her body. It got cut in half and she creamed from pain again.
While Azriel was distracted she moved. with a sidestep she appeared at the side of him with a clear shot at his wings. In her right hand was a white and gold sword burning with that unholy flame. With one slash she cut the two wings off cleanly at their root.
A small slightly insane laughter escaped her mouth as Azriel screamed in pain. At this point her she couldn't even stand from the agony.
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Tears ran down her face from the torment of her wings and from the mad laughter that just couldn't stop.
In the end the constant suffering overpowered her already weakened body and on the broken floor of a destroyed building she fell unconscious.