Of War and Death

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The sun had set over Manta Carlos. Many people had slipped off home long ago and were now curled up safe in their beds while they waited out the darkness for the safety that daylight brought. Fear kept them sheltered away in their homes. Fear brought on by the recent string of abductions in the city. Some, however, didn't know fear. Some welcomed trouble and sought it out. Some didn't care either way. And some were out for blood.

Nikki had not been out long tonight. She had retired home, cold and apathetic to the world around her, and powered off. Why then was she out? Something had pulled her from the safety of her server, as it had night after night for a week now. She had been on the hunt, unaware of what was going on, but hunting none the less. The something that had pulled the game sprite from her sleep was nothing short of a malicious virus. D347H4NG3L as it was known. The name was both fitting and ironic as it sought the blood of Demons and Angels alike. So far it had gone without spilling innocent blood, but tonight was different. Tonight blood would be spilled.

The Death Angel stood in the abandoned parking lot of one of the island's supermarkets. A few odd cars littered the asphalt slab. She stood as a statue, not moving in the chill of the night. All around her was still, as if the world itself had frozen for her, and am eerie silence remained unbroken.

 

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Saeta was tired. Between working at Temptations and her nightly searches for any clues of Abigail's whereabouts, she was running on fumes. Her exhaustion was only superceded by her worry and frustration. Abigale and she had only been living together for a short while, but she had grown immensely fond of the human in that time. She had even accepted the title of girlfriend, something Saeta might have never considered in her previous life as an angel of war.

She had to take a break though. If she kept running like this, she wouldn't be able to help Abi at all if she did happen to find her. All Saeta could really do was hope that her girlfriend was safe and giving whoever had taken her hell.
In the meantime, she refused to let herself fall entirely into despair. Instead, she would continue her normal routine to try and keep her mind off of her worries.

Tonight was grocery night. Milk, flour, and other essentials. Specifics could be bought as needed later, but the Staples would do for tonight.
The parkade was mostly empty as she walked across the bottom level, taking it as a shortcut so she wouldn't have to fly too high to get back to their shared apartment. Only a few cars there and...

a strange girl, standing stock still as a statue. Saeta felt her curiosity getting the better of her. She stopped and took a step toward the girl.

"Hello. Are you alright, miss? Do you need help?"
 

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Nikki did not move in the slightest as Saeta took a step towards her. There was no reason to move just yet. There was no real reason to speak, no reason to even blink. All she needed to do was watch. Watch as the Angel stepped closer. Closer to her own destruction.

It had been luck that such prey would stumble upon her here of all places. But luck would not spare her. Nothing would, for even now as this angel of war drew near, so to did death and ruin creep closer.

"Hello. Are you alright, miss? Do you need help?"

The words sounded foreign despite her understanding them perfectly. Why she inquired about such things as the well being of a stranger was a weakness in its own rights, Death Angel would not hesitate to exploit that weakness for a quick kill. She spasmed sharply, turning her head to better face the approaching angel. Still, she said nothing.

Kadakism
 

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Saeta felt apprehension crash over her of as she took another step towards the girl. She set her bags down on the concrete, rolling her shoulders back as if to prepare herself.

"Miss. Can you hear me?"
Another step. Cautious this time. If the girl didn't respond, self preservation and coming sense would lead Saeta to just leave and call the police.
 

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At last Nikki moved, Jerky at first, animatronic almost. Like a badly designed robot. She took a step, turning her body to face Saeta, as a twisted smile crept across her lips. The red pupil of her blacked out eye darted around quickly, assessing the environment, before locking in on the angel.

"For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed: And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!" Her voice started out quiet, but quickly raised in volume till she was almost yelling at Saeta. She flickered violently, turning to a silhouette of static for a few moments before her form stabilized again. As she reappeared, however, something was different. She was now armed with a giant sword, not unlike a butcher's knife in shape, but considerably larger, with a long handle for two handed grip. And unlike a butcher's blade, which would have been smooth and clean, this weapon appeared to be jagged, and cruel.

She started to walk towards Saeta now, glitchy and stiff, dragging the sword behind her as if it were too heavy to carry. The sound of metal on concrete broke the silence of the night. As she neared the Angel, she swung out with the blade, swiftly, and dangerously, as if it weighed nothing. The fight was started.

 

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Saeta barely registered the words that the strange girl spoke. She only saw the movement. Jerky. Hostile. And then the sword. It was one that Malara would have appreciated. Large and unwieldy, and appropriately cruel in design.

Centuries of training beaten into instinct kicked in and Saeta spun out of the path of the blade, alternating opening and closing her wings to speed up her movement.
In the same moment she reached into her Vault, pulling out a simple straight sword and a round shield. The angel ended her spin facing her opponent, raising the shield and planting one foot forward to counter a second attack.

This was not her fight. She would defend herself, but look for a chance to escape. There was no point in going overboard.
 

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Death Angel followed through on her attack path, passing Saeta without landing her blow. She stood a moment with her back to the angel as she flexed her wings, and flickered to static for several moments. When the flickering finally stopped she stepped to the side, turning her body around. She propped the sword upon her shoulder as she tightened her body, preparing to take another swing at Saeta.

The program that was Death Angel had no concern for any training that Saeta may have had. It didn't care that its attack had missed, or that the angel could fight back. It's only purpose was bloodshed, by any means possible.

Another brief flicker and Death Angel launched into another attack, Streaking towards Saeta, with an upward swing of her blade. As the attack reached the highest point in its arc, she twisted bringing the blade down, in a rapid twisting strike.

 
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