Demonic Judgement of the Heavenly Sin.

[Yeligar Maelstrom]

Yeligar looked at Elexa, then at Aya. "...Ok. Wind wires!" The wind surrounding his lance then made a ball at the top of his lance, and then thin line of wind shot out, and then he swung it at the angels slicing those that were still alive.
One of the angels was one the ground and he started to laugh. Sorry, but you have already lost. Trucido is the room, and the door can only be open with the right words that only an archangel knows! Sorry, but enjoy your painful death. HAHAH! He then fell backward, and died.

[Mark Angelus Fri]

Mark: Archangel, huh? *his eyes flashed white.* Perhaps I could get it open.

[Yeligar Maelstrom]

"Do you know what the words he is talking about though?" Yeligar asked as he followed the blood, then he notice the bloody footprint in the ground. "...Come on, I think I know what door he is at." He ran to follow the footprints.

[Aya Dauzi Invargas]

Ayalan laughed to himself, checking the pulse of an angel..

"...Dead. But then again, I suppose we got your open sesame here." He looked down with Yeligar and Mark near him, as he ushered them over.

"I'm not even going to attempt to pronounce that. Besides, I'm the furthest thing from an angel of any sort."


...He looked up for a bit.

"But I'd have a hell of a better time with heaven than Trucido would.."

[Zeke Omoihake]

"Elexa!" Zeke called out enthusiastically. Unlike the other heroes, he had known of her eventual betrayal long ago thanks to his time with Queen Milicia. "Thanks for the help, now let me return the favor."

Zeke's brush had just finished meddling with the inked maces before Elexa threw it back to him. Using the chains to keep the angels at bay his brush threw out a quick set of blades and with a flick of the wrist and a careful bit of timing each chains held a long edged broad sword at the end.

"Get back!" He shouted to his allies as he brought the maces back into the real world in the middle of all the angels. For the brief moment they existed anyone would have seen that the turbine had been covered with a heavy metal seal, and with nowhere else for the combustion to go they detonated, taking out anyone unlucky enough to be caught in the middle.

[Mark Angelus Fri]

*Mark glanced back at Aya, shaking his head.* The facts are that Archangels are not the forgiving angels that you might think they are. A lot of our work was stuff even the most loyal man would have trouble doing...

*Leaving Aya with that he started to walk ahead to the door, closing his eyes he spoke out.* Patefacio , Ianua Ut Salus! *The door didn't move for a second, then it finally started to open up.* This is it, no turning back,we have to win if we fail we'll lose everyone that we have ever cared about, so don't even mention the word 'failing' the only word that you should be able to scream out through blood and pain is victory!

[Aya Dauzi Invargas]

Ayalan looked at Mark with a laugh to himself, "Judging the race accordingly huh?" He heard the words, as he watched the doors open..

'..So THAT'S how you say it..'

Ayalan folded his arms and leaned against the frame of the door, watching the heroes overall, nodding to Mark. He was ready, and wanted everyone else to be ready too, as he gave a simple clap of appreciation.

[Gensayce Zidjiai]

Gensayce said nothing as the door open instead choosing to take the time for silent contemplation, whilst Aya clapped at Marks words Gensayce nodded briefly and took a step towards the door waiting for the others to move forwards aswell, it seems that no-one wanted to be the first through this door...

[Mark Angelus Fri]

Mark: Then let's go! *Mark yelled taking one step into the door, his blades at ready. As he entered the room he took one deep breath then roared.* Trucido! Come out and fight!

[Aya Dauzi Invargas]

Ayalan sighed, shaking his head at the brash entrance.

"...Good luck. Keep you all in my thoughts." He poked his forehead with the metal spike for a moment. He undid the sack of money from his belt that Profeta had so long given him, and put it down. "...." He smirked, then took two steps through, staying against the inside of the frame of the door, his arms folded.

He showed no fear, and no remorse, knowing this could be it, but he had to do it for everyone here, even if he would be an unsung hero.

[Trucido Damnedblood]

Trucido sat in a white throne in a center of the circular room. The room didn't look like it had walls, but had a view of the universe. At opposite ends of the rooms, there were 2 massive doors, one had hundreds of locks, and they fell to the ground one by one. The view was spectacular, but Trucido was more interested in an old piece of paper. He stared at it as he read the words over and over again.

Dear Trucido,

You were in my first vision, and now you were in my last one. As your sister, let me tell you my final vision. In my final vision you stood there, looking down at a Bloodly light, a Paintbrush, A crown from darkness, an icy wolf, A metallic arm, a shield of the storm, and a balance. You will stare down at them, and swing you lethal weapon. That was all to my vision. Even though you disown me, I am still feel like that I should tell you. Please reconsider on what you are doing.

Profeta.


Trucido read it one more time, then the door in front of him opened. The heroes ran in and he looked down at them, with a smile. He put the letter down, and started to eat a bowl of ice cream that was next to him. "Ice cream... What an unusual treat, frozen cream with some toppings, or mixed with flavors. I always loved the taste, the coldness, the feel. It always made me feel... happy and wanted. The first time I had this, I was in the second universe's , and it was a few weeks after Profeta was made. I took her to my house, and when I awoke the next morning, she said that she saw this in a dream, and that I would like it. She was right . As soon as I started to eat it, it seems that I had a true family. I wish that was the same for all of the other people that were up here. All beings in the heavens abhorred me, because at any time, I could kill them. Calling me a cleric of chaos, and the ender of hopes. I hated the feeling of loneliness, knowing that everyone hated me. I used that rage, and when I needed to end the life of something, then I would use that loneliness to end them. When the All-God, made Profeta, an archangel that wasn't afraid of my powers, my sister, that hatred I had then turned into love. But, as soon as she betrayed me, all of those years ago, that love return to hatred, a hatred that was stronger than it was before. Then, I decided that the gods were unfit to rule the universe any more. I am tired of always seeing you humans killing yourselves off time after time again." He finish the bowl and set it on the throne as it was hovered upwards. He summoned his weapon, Dues Iuguolo, and held it at his side. He stood there and looked at his reflection.

" So I planned to come back here, kill the All-God, and write the next universe on how it is suppose to be. However, the other gods thought that I would do this, so they made most of you humans to hunt me down, and kill me. So, I made a plan to find the strongest and the best humans, and so I made the Sumatas. However, the gods got to some of them too, and corrupted them. Now, I see that only I was meant to make the new universe alone. But it will be the last universe that we can truly be happy with. I found out what is wrong with the universe, gods, and even you humans. On the other side of these doors, is the All-God, and he will die in that very room. As soon as the final lock falls, this universe is over. I will write your death and the death of this universe, for the first chapter of for the opening chapter of the promise universe. I will not hold back, not because I think you are stronger than me, but because I have faith in Profeta's reasoning for choosing you to fight me. "

(Playing- Last Battle )

He started to spin his weapon and looked down at the heroes, "Prove to me that this universe deserves to live! You are this universe's final hope, and you will FALL! HOLYJA!" He swung his weapon, and from above large pillars of light started to rain down at the heroes, with amazing forces.

[Gensayce Zidjiai]

Gensayce looked at the pillars in awe for a moment before snapping back into reality and leaping away from the one nearest to him and shielded his eyes at the intensity of the light, Gensayce was wasting no time here, he was not bothering trying to talk Trucido on side he was here to end this here and now "Eis Pfund!" he roared swinging his weapon horizontally, suddenly out of nowhere the vapour in the air in front of him froze solid taking the shape of a massive cube before flinging itself at trucido, Ice Pound was not a particularily powerful attack but it helped him warm up.

[Mark Angelus Fri]

*Mark held his hand out and caught one of the pillars, absorbing into the palm of his hand.* Using light magic on the god of light...? *He held his hand back out and shot the pillar right back at Trucido.*

[Aya Dauzi Invargas]

Ayalan's body came through some of the pillars, as he kept his arms folded, a slight teleportation to Gensayce's side as he shook his head.

"This should be interesting..I need to claim something of Trucido's for my own sake.." He tapped his metal arm with a wink to one of his four partners, and moved up slowly, his fist up, as he watched Trucido and the fight carefully.

He knew that everyone's life could end..instantaneously if they were not careful.

[Gensayce Zidjiai]

Gensayce nodded with a small chuckle, like the rest of the Kishin he was neutral in this, he was merely fighting Trucido for his own personal gains, if he wanted anyone to walk from this fight it was himself and Aya, moving alongside his ally he kept his spear at the ready in preaparation to jump into the fight when he saw an acceptable opportunity