Twirling in the middle of the air as he aimed his face downward, his blade in tow had clashed thanks to his descending toward Lucifer defending with his golden trident. Azazel pushing his legs behind his body with one fingers' hold on the Black Blade, Lucifer readied to light his unnaturally-numbered eyes ablaze with the signature stench of the damned's chilliness filling the air, Hellfire readied to blast out his orbs toward Karlo. However, incoming from behind toward Lucifer, August's right eye, the green-colored Convergence dug into the core of life itself, and just like that, the Reaper changed places with Lucifer and Azazel changed places with Lucifer. PNNNNNN!
Went Convergence, Lucifer expanding his pupil shapes in all four of his slanted eyes, concluding strongly as August clenched his fist together for another attack,
~Those eyes..~
BAM! Lucifer went flying through the wall encasing the fighters to the left of their bodies, crashing and sliding his rear on the floor as a result of the attack. The tail end of the Demon Prince's skull resting against the ground, legs sprawled out before him, August was seen in the residual cloud left made from just his simple fist. Reaper's Eternal Sight stabbing into the steel resolve at the incarnation of his soul lower on the astral layer, Morningstar couldn't help but jolt right up as sweat dripped down his face. Just the silhouette, and beyond that, what laid there was simply the Incarnation of Death himself.. or wait, was that just his thoughts right now?
Grabbing at his chin, he shook his head rapidly and jerked out the illusion made upon his eyes, thereby forwarding upstream for his brain to convince him it was real. August's silhouette had disappeared and the smoke aftermath from the attack he'd sustained already vanished, not many threats had surrounded him as he earlier assumed. It seemed peaceful, quiet. Too quiet… BOOM-PULSE!
Skeleton frying at the abrupt energy shocked into his system, veins injected with that shocking electricity, it began to flow through and spark against his heart. Easily, like nothing ever happened, Lucifer had been induced into a comatose state, brain-fried yet the soul intact, the Reaper's all-black striped boot smashed against the Archangel's back. Morningstar, eyes ruled to the back of his head, drooled out the corner of his cut lips…
"His soul's still intact," Sensed Azazel astutely beside August behind Lucifer's sprawled-out body,
"His soul's not in here," Retorted August toward his partner, and just then, as Lucifer's captured form melted right into the bone with a steaming blood puddle below, the air started to vibrate and their hair started to rise.
Readying his black blade, spinning the blade around with his wrist swiftly, Azazel exhaled to let the stress off his shoulders. Sticking up his three left fingers, thumb pressing against the knuckle in his index extremity, August felt it snap in place then rearranging to replace the broken bone. From the air around them all, thought to be surging from the natural life energy of Earth, individual bundles of Takyr pushing together to make an electrical vessel. From then on, as the rib cage formed in the middle, skeletal legs pushed out from below as the hip cracked together, arms made out from the chest, and then a skull bursting into existence. Above that, flesh poured out from below the hollow shell of his bones, filling in everything else with that reddened gory layer, then his skin protecting the lower cost of fleshy muscles.
Morningstar clawed at his head ripping off his skin shielding his skull, claws sinking into his crimson coloration, Lucifer giggled maniacally. August with Azazel, even with the understanding of life energy drawn from the core of Mother Nature itself, couldn't help but look more puzzled at this,
"What the hell are you doing…?" Happily asked August of their demonic enemy's sudden regeneration, it was such a… out of nowhere ability,
"Easy. I can manipulate negative emotions and make it into Takyr. I thrive off despair and unhappiness, it's like a pheromone shot into the air. Your hatred for me is negative, I can sense it in your unique corrupted soul, and I used it to remake myself from the air," Lucifer explained casually to the duo aiming to battle against him, then pushing out his palm, from a gateway in his hand cut through space, he created a sickle.
Wings spreading out from each side of his back, feathers from the edges started to fly off naturally, Azazel gazed ahead with wide eyes. The shape, the length, everything identical to his half-demonic inherited wing innately slammed into his genetic material from Ryder's dose of demonic DNA. August noticing this out his peripheral vision, the one to announce it was the one with the Right Wing,
"Oh, I see, you're confused on why I have this wing, aren't you? I guess I'll explain it to you the way a meat head like you would understand. The Key was made into a physical form due to my genetic make up being slammed into it from a constant surge of Takyr closely kept inside it all times. The Superior was stabbed by the Key twice holding my genetic material, and he turned of his blood demonic. Karlo had his blood transfused from the Superior to himself so he gained the power to stop time along with the ability to travel between alternate universes. He also had one of those wings, he would've had the left one you now do, or is it right..? Heh! Long story short-" Lucifer gladly informed of the new emerging of his right-wing,
"Basically, all stabbed by the Key had a your left wing but they never awakened it. I'm the first one who awakened it out Rivera's doppelgänger, Dad, and likely Rose. What makes me so special…?" Karlo finished the discovery himself, rubbing at his chin, one hand wielding his sword, August smirked,
"You're not, it's just a happy accident Kuno managed to awaken the wing dormant within you. Now, I can take it out your flesh and put it back within me," Lucifer threatened menacingly letting out a demonic rasp channel into his vocals, throaty chuckles exiting his torn, scarred lips.
August placed a gentle pat toward Lucifer's shoulder, Azzy not paying any mind, wind-generated from his white-haired partner's run ahead pushing his hair into the air, he acted nonchalantly, instead, he just kept a focus on his blade. Turning it around examining the katana's sharpness, the flow of Takyr enveloping its pointed end, the Detective raised his head to watch the battle between the Requiem Reaper and the Hellish Demon Prince.
Running right ahead then flying into the air as his feet pushed him higher, he stuck out his right hand, Divergence shining a special starry glow at the center for him to channel his favorite tendril attack. Blackened lean tentacle-like projectiles lengthened out the tips of his fingers to sprawl out down toward the Prince of Darkness, simply scratching at his beard, all four eyes combined the temperature of the air around his front.
FWOOOSH! The fire crackled toward the skies to singe all the incoming attacks to nothing but singing remnants of their former selves, like tiny blackened sticks writhing, twitching as if they were living creatures. The most disturbing part of it all, despite the Hellfire blazing wave, like a simple scorching attack; August couldn't help but wince his eyes to see the humanoid faces of those damned screaming in peril. Emerging from the embers of that fiery ball, the Reaper aimed his fist right down to where Lucifer's feet stood, the Prince flapping his wing to emerge higher above.
Augustus below grunting irritatedly at the start he so effortlessly dodged, pointed right at the tips of his dual fingers, preparing to, once more, converge the life around him to something much MUCH destructive. Both of them readying their attacks, the Prince fired two skinnier Hellfire beams at Aug below, to which were shaped intently by Lucifer afterward so they could shape-shift into the weaponized form of buzz saws cleaving through space. Destructively aiming right at Rivera on the ground, he clapped his hands together then pushing the palms onto the ground.
Living Technique Endowment: Advancement.
Roots widened and expanded to an intense degree burst from out the ground, below the very layer they stood on, Lucifer in the air three more buzz saws forming them from the Takyr at the tips of his fingers. Throwing more with a crazed cackle at the end of his launch, the buzz saws rapidly turned, facing right ahead so the trunks would be sliced right in the tip, continuously cutting through the middle of the root. More incoming discs soared overhead, splitting apart from the projectiles extending forward from below the ground, aiming at the back of Augustus's head, light tendrils emerged out of his skin cracking it apart from his shoulders.
Telepathically shaping them instinctively into arms to grab at the buzz saws cracking them apart after grabbing them in the palms of the extensions. August letting out a tiny mischievous grin near the corner of his pink lips, Lucifer started to fall forward pushing his body downward, chaotically bouncing against the air, his hands and weaponry sporadically moved to cut through it all. Dirt flying out as he cleaved sideways through another trunk coming for him, spotting more sprouting out to hit his bottom, Lucifer spun around the roots coming for his anatomy readying his sickle.
Cutting them all to specific pieces and chunks hitting the ground to splatter out inner fluids, August smirked as Morningstar was left covered with water from the plants he'd carved up. Deflating from their liquids turning to nothing but muscle-less replicates of their former selves, The Reaper simply pushed out his hand, raising his fingers toward the air, the Demon Prince charged right ahead punching at his head.
Weaving out the way easily to the right, Morningstar's fist aimed downward after his failed punch, he took this to his advantage then going for a sideways kick from the left to August's head. Raising his hand so the back could absorb the hit, he grabbed at the ankle and threw him right over so he could start tumbling away to the right of the maze's open halls. Morningstar hovering to stop himself flying any further down the hall, he stuck out his hand, individual beams of Takyr splitting apart to aim right at Rivera. Each of them diverging, their patterns unpredictable, even August couldn't see forward and whatever future way they'd go.
Running ahead then sliding under one, he cut through another easily with a light tendril covering his fingers, cleaving it in half. After that, he widened his eyes, mere inches away from it burning away his features and hair, he vanished from where he stood, Lucifer turning around right at the last second so he could clash with a fist aimed at his head's rear. Knuckles colliding to unleash a shockwave from the convergence, August and Lucifer went with the normal way exchanging blows together.
And while all this was going on, Azazel was an outsider to the fight, standing there idly with his sword in his hand, not even without a tight enough grip. Shaking his head forcefully to snap out the daze, Karlo tightened his hold onto the handle, a contrast to the blackened blade, white in texture. Left-wing about to snap out from his spine so he could join into the fight, there were Lucifer's words; he could only get one foot into the ground. A bystander to his partner and cursed enemy fighting together, whatever random blow could stray off leading to maybe their deaths, and he was just standing back here,
~You're not special, it's just a happy accident Kuno managed to awaken the wing dormant within you. Now, I can take it out your flesh and put it back within me..~
There was something he was missing, something so obvious right in front of his face, he was a detective, he could sense it within his very bones. His fingers didn't shake anymore, but the more he stared at them, he thought to the feeling of inferiority he'd experienced when he was but a teenager. August's superiority in everything else had made him envious, childish, and immature, but those aspects of his past self let him emerge into the heat version of himself in the present…
~I'd figured you'd want something like that, you usually just wear the same trench coat I got, so I just did that for you, instead. I doubt you like 'copying me' anyway, heh... so yeah, you put that on and I'll go and get ready too~
But why was he like that? Why was he so insecure about himself? Turning the sword around so the tip could spin away from the air in front of him, aiming the edge right at his chest, August stomping his foot onto the ground. A ground chunk levitating into the air from below, he kicked the chunk right at Lucifer, right-wing aiding him in a gentle hovering over it- he twirled the staff portion of his trident above him, the Reaper raised his arm for a black tendril to harden, blocking the incoming stab attack with its prongs. CLANG! Spear clashing against Rivera's shielded arm, Lucifer jumped right over his head after the attack, August turning his head, he could sense... Takyr inching closer to a more powerful source of it.
The Requiem Reaper jumping right ahead forward, sticking out his fingers, Lucifer's attack unintentionally dodged from this ignoration toward him. A new focus intent on Karlo's hands sinking inward, August gritted his teeth, frustratedly snarling but despite swiftly he was able to move, he wasn't fast enough. The Blackened Sword had entered his chest, lowering the katana's peak into his skin, skin starting to crack, vessel beginning to break- the Reaper was thrown aback from a Takyr-corruptive shockwave. Lucifer simply covering his four eyes from the blinding source of the abrupt illumination, an unimpressed line over his lips, the Prince turned his head to the side curiously. August panting rapidly, chest rising then falling... for a brief time between themselves, the unique presence of the Fool Detective Prince had vanished, and with the smoke clearing to reveal the truth, the soul remained intact,
~When I was knocked unconscious, I met Death itself, and I learned about the source of Life. The core of pure energy and all distinctions outward from it: Omni, Requiem. I find it rather funny, the alias given to me was that of the Requiem Reaper, and back then, the shape my soul took was that of Death's Tarot. You and I, Azazel, are fated to be different signs of the same coin. Rivals, opposites, brothers, the same yet different. If I shall be the one to manipulate Life itself despite everything in the Universe saying otherwise, then you assumed, by our ties in fate, you would be the one-
To control Death. Right... Azazel?~
As the crow's avatar formed together from the shadows cast by the blazing sunlight, wings spread outward from their feathered chest, their red eyes shone throughout the land. Stepping out with his new attire formed from the deathly darkness manifested from the spirit, Lucifer couldn't help but widen all his eyes, August the same, but funnily enough, without the notable sweat drops pouring out the glands secreted into his flesh. Scratching at his cheek with the tip of his pointer, the Crow's figure visible now with the avatar submerging back into his soul, Karlo's body hidden by a cloak on both sides of his chest. The beaked surface from the signature cowl covering his lips, the azure coloration of his orbs- the pupil differing from the human familiarity, so usual. Now slit down the middle as if he were a cat, his gloved fingers wrapped around the cover shielding his pink mouths, then revealing his stubbled beard, a psychotic rasp audible in his vocals,
"Nice to meet you. August, Lucifer. It seems that you were holding something back, weren't you?" Rhetorically questioned the Deathly Crow of the Demon Prince, taking one step back, he shook his head, scratching at his head, nails doubling as claws sinking into his crimson skin,
"Those who touch the sun, fly as high as Icarus did that day, shall be granted the power to touch the skies, soar above the Heavens. Azrael... he was one of them, wasn't he? An Angel of Death gifted with the Wing of the Devil Prince. Irony's a bitch, isn't it?" Mockingly asked Azazel at his demonic opponent, and then giggling sadistically at such a pathetic sight of Lucifer's frightening features.
August warping through space so he could stay right beside Azazel, his patterned pupils moved swiftly to analyze everything. The slightest muscle twitch, body language, distinct breathing patterns between the Angel of Death and the Devil Prince from Hell,
~Azazel... seems to have this under control; for the time being, at least. That demon over there, though, I'm guessing he knew about this. Lucifer Morningstar, of all people, is scared of the hidden power of the Demon Wing. Ain't this gonna be fun?~
"Brother-"
Turning his head toward Azazel to his right, he widened his eyes, recognizing the alias he'd called to him as... 'Brother.' Nevertheless, August connected his eye line right with Karlo's blue pupils, yet he talked so casually with the White-Haired Reaper to his left, he stared right ahead, murderous intent ablaze in the center of their eyes. Shinnnnggg! Lengthier than it was before, the tip of the Blackened Blade slid right out the cover behind his waist, curving right around, he turned it around so the back of the katana could face his lower arm,
"Let's send this piece of shit to Hell-"
Right out of nowhere, made incarnate suddenly from the other soul laid dormant within the Requiem Emperor... the maze had begun to suck into the air. A heavenly choir sang, vocals as beautiful as an opera being performed, the orb eclipsed even the sun itself, August witness to it, the same as Azazel below in his new form, their eyes agape at this newly-sighted phenomenon. Lucifer's sweat began to drip away, the worry in his shaky voice replaced by giddy chuckles, leading closer and closer to psychotic laughter bellowing out his throat...
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAGGHHHH!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SO YOU'VE DECIDED TO JOIN THE FIGHT, AFTER ALL, BIG BROTHER!!!!!" The Prince crying to the Heavens above marveled by this new sight before his quartet peepers, everyone else on the battleground couldn't help but look astonished as they stared above.
Satan smiling at the erection of the obvious Sixth Holy King, Jason and Madi encased in their Avatars turning their heads upright, Emma with Genesis, their eyes sparkling, reflecting the hole in space- Lynn holding the mutilated unconscious Whitney in her arms widening her eyes. Alex straightfaced at this dilemma before them, Rose taken aback just from the scenery, Ryder near Lynn and the others widening his eyes. Needless to say, most of everyone was shocked, bewildered at the sudden appearance of the Blessed Emperor intervening in the Advent. And yet, despite this sphere flying below the clouds shielding the Heavens themselves, there the Superior Emperor stood, still on the ground, one hand on Emma's hair, he only let out one word...
"Catastrophic Calamity."
To Be Continued.