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The Demon Siege: The falling Angels

Different yet something of the past in which I bring this tale that has long been since in my heart. I bring it with my heart but also my hate.

To understand this,,,i ask that if to truely understand it, you must listen to the song that i place underneath here. It is what inspired me to do this and to continue it on. However i will only post this about one or twice a month. I ask that any religious furs not read this. I repeat not read this. You have been warned.

Band: Dimmu Borgir

Album:Beauty in Darkness

Song: THe Insight and the Cathasis

The Demon Siege: The falling Angels

Darkness, a form in which no nothing can escape. Only in darkness can anyone see the full potential of the universe. It is a form of unimaginable power and it can consume anything and everything.

A single living thing can figure that out. A single living can harness darkness and use it against the light.

Dialgo, a demon sent on destroying anything that is sent by the god or gods, it didn't matter, he would kill any of them. Yet here he stood before one that was kneeling on the floor in red blood. It or she, was in agony right now as he was stepping on her broken wing. She cried a bit and let out a bit of blood from her mouth. Typical angels sent from the heavens didn't have blood but when you have a weapon that can make them bleed, it proves that there is death... after death.

Dialgo stood in amusement over her. She was bled from open wounds and broken wings. Many tend to believe that angel and their God are invincible but when you can make them bleed, are they truly invincible?

No you just make them bleed more and make the world lose faith. Enough with "maintaining the balance between good and evil" shit. It was all about taking control over any area. First show the mortals that there is a true demon amongst them... then show that their God can't do shit when their loved one and other people begin to die slowly.

It is only to late when the angels or saviors come that some people begin to regain their hope then... you crush it!

Dialgo had easily accomplished all of this. He was a war demon after all and war demons are plots, dictators and higher class than any other demon. He is almost like a reptile only dark red, sharp teeth and fire orange eyes. Spikes on his spine and tails. Walking on two feet and have hands. Claws stronger then steel and sharper then it. Powers of an unknown force dwelled within him.

He came to the mortal world with the anger and hunger for blood. His first target... oh how it was magnificent. He began when he arrived by a church. It looked like and was a regular church. Nothing fancy and it was in the dead of night.

Dialgo saw only three priests within and began there.

His approach with throwing the doors open had startled the priests but as soon as they saw him they immediately reached for their crosses and necklaces.

Dialgo only smiled as one of them ran up to him and tried putting the cross in his face directly. He was shaking beyond anything as he held the cross in the demon's face.

The demon only smile before he rammed his clawed hands into the priest and popping out in the back full of his blood. The priests had no time to do anything but watch as one of their own fell. The blood stained the nice church floor in a mess and before the others could get away, Dialgo was upon them. One of them was immediately ripped in half, leaving one part of body tossed on top of the pianos and the other thrown through the glass window.

The other priest.... He began praying, barely able to hold onto the necklace as it swung heavily back in forth. The demon could only smile before he slowly pulled out a small blade.

He grabbed the priest by the neck, stopping him at "-walk through the valley of death". He smiled darkly at the priest.

"Do you fear death?" he whispered to him,

The priest stuttered.

"I--I'll take my cha--- chances and will be--- with my lord. As long--- as I bare his symbol--- I fear you not demon!"

Dialgo laughed loudly, echoing the church. He slowly raised the blade over the priest's body before slicing off his shirt and leaving his chest exposed. He then began carving the blade on the priest, hearing him cry out in pain as it dug in deeply.

Dialgo had little resistance with his superior strength and height. He easily was over three feet taller then the priest and holding him by the neck was a simple task.

Once he was done, the priest looked down and what he saw made him began crying out in prayers, asking his god to forgive him.

Dialgo laughed as he watched the priest begging for mercy and he tried to hold the cross for life.

Dialgo only laughed as he embedded the demon's pentagram on his chest. The blood ran down his chest easily and dripped on the floor.

"Now where is your god?!" laughed Dialgo.

The priest only shuddered and was finally silenced as Dialgo plunged the blade in his chest, right in the center of the pentagram.

The priest only let out a weak cry before falling limp. The demon allowed his body to fall on the floor and let the rivers of blood be spilt. He then looked back at the cross where their 'supposed savior' was hanged.

"If you truly exist," he said darkly. "Then send your war angels upon me at let us see if you really care for any human life." With that he lit his palm on fire with his powers before throwing a ball of fire at the cross. The cross immediately burned and soon it spread throughout the church. The bodies burned and no evidence of his presence was left.

Dialgo traveled the city, looking for anyone, doing a crime. He hid in the shadows of the night, looking and laughing as the many dwellers of the night created havoc.

Burglaries, murder, rape and other crimes were on the night. With Dialgo's arrival, hell was literally beginning to break lose.

He didn't escape hell to do this... no he escaped because with the newly balance of good and evil being placed between god of heaven and hell, it was going nowhere with the original plan to bring hell on earth.

Dialgo grew annoyed and angry because of it he quickly ascended from hell by using a demon portal. It was only to be used for nightmare demons but him being a war demon... decided to make war on it.

If the treaty with Good and Evil was to be broken, that would cause the heavens to become angry with hell and a war shall begin. It was a fantastic plan!

IT didn't take long for Dialgo to fully cause havoc. He burned churches, killed the sickly and have a few.... Children go missing. It seemed like that would do the trick.

In a matter of minutes after eating a child, a small group of war angels came. Dialgo smiled as they all, bright and large, came with swords. They had tears in their eyes but of anger and sadness.

"Angels crying, boo hoo!" Dialgo laughed.

He too pulled out a sword but not just any sword. Since he was a war demon, this sword was meant to not only cut humans in half but to wound or kill angels.

Now normal when something dies, they go to heaven or hell but when you are from one or the other, there is nowhere to die to next. You either suffer with the wounds your bare or... you cease to exist. The plan worked so well.

The angels knew the fear of his sword. Their swords were meant to do the same but not kill. No never kill. Just to wound and if need be... sent back to hell.

Well he was not going back. Not now, not ever. He came here to stay and fight and kill. His sword was of pitch black blade. The handle was golden red and had a dagger at the end to take in energy. The angels didn't seem to sure but they knew the dangers of the sword. That is why they were only ten of them.

Dialgo hoped that they would have brought more. Oh well, if they are here to die and hope to take him down then they were sadly mistaken.

One angel quickly charged him with his sword raised. Dialgo seen the opportunity as soon as the angel came running. He smirked and quickly side step it and quickly pulled back the blade and plunged the sword through the angel's arm.

The angel let out a loud cry and fell to the floor in agony as his red blood dripped down. The other angels gasped at their fallen brother. Dialgo just cracked a laugh as the angel slowly tried to get up, only to have Dialgo slam his foot on his arm, causing the demon to cry out in more agony.

The other angels couldn't bear to watch anymore and let out a battle cry and quickly charged the demon.

Dialgo knew that he would have much fun as soon as their swords made contact with his.

No more than a few seconds later had the demon already stab angel through the chest and plunge it deeply with in, causing the angel to stop dead in his tracks. Blood leaked out that back were the others only stared in horror as one of their own had just been quickly slain.

They didn't stop to mourn but to continue their attacks. Dialgo quickly pulled out his blade and quickly blocked two swords at once. He smirked as their determination to kill was showing. He pushed with such force that they both went flying back and quickly focused on the others.

These weren't your typical angels so he had no doubt they would be trained but not as trained as he was. They were a small part of the whole army of the heavens. Their leader, Gabriel, he thought was his name, didn't matter, had went and gone to an extreme length to train his warriors to fight and execute demons to hell.

These angels, they wore sky bluish armor that sparkled, annoyingly. They had their wings but were left defenseless. It was easy opportunity to strike.

Soon they fell as he clashed and slashed with his sword. They cried with anger then they cried with agony then they cried no more. He made sure that when they got hurt, they felt hell itself. His blade was not only meant to cut but to also burn like if the blade was liquid hot fire. They burned and bled and he made sure that their last moments of their existence were of agony.

When he had kill all but the first wounded one, he laughed as he approached him. He was still on the floor, but he was in shock. Dialgo was covered in angel blood; more so then five minutes ago. The fallen angel was only in shock and sadness as all around him, his fallen brethren were on the floor, either dead or dying.

He then angrily looked up at the demon.

With a loud voice he screamed.

"Whyyyyy!!!!!" he yelled.

Dialgo only smiled darkly before lowering himself to his level.

"Because, you're stupid superior wanted us to keep balance with one another. He wanted their to be peace! He wanted the demons to be trapped in hell!" He struck his clawed hand into the angels wounded arm, causing him to cry out in agony. He struggled a bit to get the demon off but was futile.

With a snarl, Dialgo lowered his head to the fallen angel.

"Listen here angel. When you get back to the heavens, I want you to tell your superior that... I came to take what belongs to us and that this.... This is OUR WORLD NOW!"

With that, he slammed the angel's head on to the floor, causing him to go near death. He stood up and walked away from this place. However, he stopped and turned around, looking at the dead angels. With a flick of his palm, they turned on fire. He then flicked with his finger claws sending flames onto the angel bodies, causing them to immediately burst into flames. He laughed in a dark manner and walked away.

Later on the time more angels gave and it almost seemed like an army came to Dialgo. His bloodshed knew no bounds. He killed them, going through angel after angel, tearing them apart and covering his body in their blood. He made sure that his name war heard. The angels above, male, female and children were feared by him.

He roared with every ten or so kills. His sword was now in red, his claws were that of molten lead, his eyes in dark red and his kills were climbing. Nearly all of the army fell in a matter of an hour or so. Of course he didn't come out with a scratch or so but that just proved that even with more marks then a dead angel would have, he could still fight. Fight and make the mortal world and the heavens above fear him.

At last, he stood before a fallen angel. She wasn't dead, no. She was merely on the floor, blood running down her left arm. She had a wounded knee and was now weakly trying to pick up her sword.

Dialgo smiled and just kicked the sword out of her grasp. She weakly looked up, hoping for a quick death. Even if there was nothing after death and death itself, she hoped that at least she was remembered along with the others who died, trying to preserve peace.

The demon just looked at her with dead eyes, studying her. He was supposed to kill her but he had decided not to. Instead an idea had formed in his head. It was a fate worse than death beyond death and he knew that to prove his desire to rule this world, he would need a companion. He would need... a mate.

He smiled as he pulled her wounded arm close to him.

"You will be mine," he whispered to her hand. He then, with a slit of his finger claw, slid her hand and his. She gasped but not because of the pain but because of what he was about to do.

He lifted his bleeding hand over her and a single drop of his demon blood landed on her wound.

Soon the transformation began. First began the searing pain, causing the female angel to scream in agony. Dialgo watched in delight as the change began.

What was her scream became more of music to Dialgo almost hearing a beautiful song as she cried in agony. Her screams could have been heard to the heavens. All around her body, changes grew as her skin began literally burning off. Flames danced on her body as her skin was burned off and scales and spikes took place. Her tears grew and her wailing never seized.

The sight was in fact beautiful to Dialgo for it was the first attempt to turn an angel over. It was done by him and now, it was a true beauty, Her body began shaping much like his, so elegant and yet so demon like. Nearly all of her skin was now turned and her wings burned, feathers turning to dust leaving bones in which took dark red membranes, turning them into demon wings.

Her face now shaped into a muzzle and her angel eyes of blue turned dark red. Her hair fell into sizzling ashes on the floor and horns grew to take place.

Over all, her tail, her claws, her teeth and her feminine figure grew. She remained female but showed much more as she now lay naked.

She was on all fours, gasping and breathing hard at her changing. She then stopped breathing and looked up to the demon, which had a smile on his face. He lowered his hand to her. She slowly took and stood up. When she looked into his eyes, they were no longer fearful. They were just.... Beautiful. Her mind was lost, during the pain and transformation. A part of her stayed on but when he held her hand and turned to show her at the fallen dead angels. Not a single sad or angered emotion had shown up on her only, happiness and then... and the love.

Dialgo turned back to her and brought her close to him. He then leaned down and kissed her.

The kiss sent a warm feeling to her and it made her hug him tightly. Without moving away from the kiss, Dialgo flicked his hand and soon... all the bodies of the angels turned to flame. They remained locked in the kiss and the flames burned around them, the scent of death and the linger of evil had made all the more heavenly to the female demon who now had a mate to spend hell and eternity for. The burning desire had grown and angels fell evermore.