Mezian sat in the church waiting for Draziol or whoever was on their way to come pick him up.



He admired the woodwork and the engravings on everything. He thought to himself that at least he would die in a beautiful place. Mezian felt something in the veil, it was strong and angry. It as moving towards him at a high speed. The shadows cast by the sunlight coming through windows ceased to exist and the room got cold.

The air around him began to vibrate and the pews in front and behind exploded. In fact, all of the pews but the one he was sitting in exploded and vanished. He couldn't move his legs of his arms. He screamed but he made no noise. He tried to move his head around to see what was happening but that wouldn't move either.

This was it, this was the moment he was waiting for...It was Draziol and he was right on top of him.Mezian's head was wrenched upwards towards the pulpit. Draziol stood there smiling, he had a look of accomplishment. He thought he had won, and for all intents and purposes, he had. He stayed up there as he began to speak.

Should I give a sermon on the fallacy of your existence? Maybe I should explain how you are and always will be below me. You are vermin in the eyes of the council and when I end you I will receive the greatest of rewards. I will get a seat on the council, I will be the Wrath of the Council. I know you and I haven't seen eye to eye but this was a war you should have seen ending badly. We have the infinite resources of the veil. We have agents everywhere, what can you and your motley crew do to stop us?


Mezian sat there mouthing words as Draziol rambled on. After a few moments, Draziol out of frustration yelled at Mezian.

Are you FUCKING mocking me?

Mezian continued to mouth words. Now with a smirk in between each word. If he wasn't mocking him before he was now.

Seriously! What the fuck are you saying over there? Are you trying you use an incantation to kill me? You know you cant kill me?

Draziol waved his hands and the silence was lifted. As the sound returned to the room the last words of what Mezian's words could be heard.
DR'THE ULVE ALDRED ACTUSI know I cant but he can.

Draziol is slammed in the face with an armored fist knocking him out of the pulpit and on to the floor of the church. The fall breaks his concentration and with it the spells holding Mezian in place. Draziol stares at the much larger Daemon with an awestruck and confused gaze.



Yeah, You may have all of the money and resources in the world, I have the one thing you don't. I have the support of the one being that hates you and the council just as much as I do. I made a deal with the devil, and it's not looking too good for you right now is it.? With my Daemon buddy here the holy ground isn't so holy now, is it? I am going to enjoy hurting you. When I am done here I am going for Raphael, I know he is nearby. I can feel him.

Draziol scurries to his feet and throws an energy wave towards his aggressor to create space. Mezian waves a hand and knocks it towards a nearby pillar. It cracks and crumbles a little from the force.

Are you trying to bring the place down on us?

Maybe? If I'm going to die I am bringing you with me.

Draziol gets to his feet and unsheathes his weapon and points it towards the Daemon.

Call off your attack dog or I will kill it.

I don't control him. He is trying to kill you of his own free will. You know that thing you tried to take away from the humans. Why should they treat you and the rest of your egotist friends like gods when you are no better than spoiled children?

As Mezian speaks the Daemon is swinging a weapon of his own at the stumbling Seraphim. Each swing barely missing a body part of Draziol.

All they wanted was to be free, to make their own choices, to make their own mistakes. No, you had to take that away from them they had to fall in line and follow the teachings of madmen. I had to fall in line, I had to do the dirty work the rest of you didn't have the stomach for. I could have protected him, I could have protected them all. But Micheal had to fuck it all up by making me teach our brother and sisters how to hunt and kill our kind. He left you in charge of the Legion. He left you in charge of protecting the creator. How did that work out...Huh? That's right, Lillith plunged a BloodSilver sword through his heart. You stood by as the only thing you had to protect was killed by your sister.I could have protected him. We didn't have to go to war with each other, but you and the others wouldn't listen. You just had to make a point. You just had to kill innocent people and change the fate of entire generations. All because you didn't get your way.

Draziol finally slew the Daemon with a jab through the heart with his sword. The daemon's body slumped and hit the ground. The body then turned to ash and burned away. Draziol stood over his kill and stared back at Mezian. He looked into the eyes of the being he once called brother and friend. And now he called him his enemy.

Do you think I wanted to kill all of those people? Do you think I wanted to protect the creator? I had no business doing any of that. I wish it could go back to the old ways where we were all happy and we lived in peace. But, we cant now. Its too late people have chosen sides. We have made choices that no one should have to make. I am not proud of what I have done or of what choices I have made but in war, there are always casualties. People have to die its just part of the great cycle. We have to do what is right at the time no matter the outcome. It is always better in the long run.

Mezian listening to Draziol became enraged.

Micheal said the same thing to me while I watched a volcano kill my family. As I watched my wife and children be enveloped by lava. As they chocked on soot and smoke until they died. That is the problem with you and the council. You see everyone that isn't you as a pawn piece in your greater game of chess. When actually you are the ones who are disposable. These humans have survived for millennia without your "supreme and divine intervention".They will survive for millennia more. I am just here to make sure that some assholes with little minds and huge egos don't fuck it all up. If that means I have to kill my own kinda few more times then I will. I have made my choice and I will have to live with it.

Mezian pulls off his grounding ring and places it on the floor. He allows the rage and anger of all he has lost overwhelm him and he shifts into his true form. He then pulls the sword of the ancients off of his back and points it at Draziol.

The two seraphim charge each other swinging swords at one another. Each clash of steel sends shock waves throughout the already unstable church. The two toss each other through the remaining few objects not broken in attempts to gain an advantage. There is little left in the church when the battle goes to the air.

Mezian and Draziol ascend to the upper rafters of the church to continue their combat. The last few pillars start to crumble as they swing wildly at each other. Finally, the roof begins to cave in and the Seraphim are forced to take the fight to the sky outside. They crash through the collapsing ceiling and turn their blades to each other once more. Now each clash of steel sounds like thunder splitting the sky open.

Draziol takes a higher position and dives towards Mezian sword pointed downward. Mezian sees the oncoming attack and knocks Draziol off course with his sword then grabs him by his neck.Draziol takes another shot at Mezian while is grappled, but it is knocked away with ease by Mezian. The blood silver sword falls to the ground piercing the dirt and gravel below.

I loved you, brother, I would have fought with you. I would have tried to change the outcome if I could have. I don't want to kill you Draziol, don't make me kill you...Please!

Draziol with his free hands tries to grab the sword of the ancients. He and Mezian begin to struggle in the air, each one trying to control the other while grasping at the sword. Mezian finally gets control as the sword plunges through the neck of Draziol. A shocked Meziain lets go of the sword and of Draziol. He watches as both fall to the ground, one made a sharp ping as it hit, the other a soft thud.
Mezian flew down to his fallen brother and held him in his arms as he bled out.

Why?...Why did you fight me? Why would you try and take the sword? I had the advantage, did I not teach you better than that?

Draziol tried to speak but the words were gargled with blood. So Mezian leaned in closer so he could hear him better. Mezian held him closer as he spoke his last words.

We have to do what is right at the time no matter the outcome. It is always better in the long run.

Draziol went limp in Mezian's arms as the rain began to pour and a car came back down the gravel driveway. The blood and rain began to puddle underneath the two. Mezian began to weep softly as he gave his last parting.

May you find the solace you seek and the peace you need in the veil, brother.

Abigail and her men got out of the car guns drawn and moving slowly towards Mezian and his fallen brother. She spoke as she inched closer to Mezian.

You Alright there love? Are you hurt? Do I need to call an ambulance? Or maybe a coroner van?

Mezian said nothing as she creped closer to him. Draziol began to glow with a bright light. Abigail and her men turned away. The explosion that soon followed knocked them off of their feet. Abigail stunned tried to get back to her feet. She was met with an outstretched hand...It was Mezian.

We don't die your normal way. You cant bury us, and you cant take us to a hospital. And we would blow apart a coroner van. When we die all that is left is our weapon, our memories, and a little crystal to let someone we know we existed. It's sad really, we live for ages and all that is left when we die are little rocks that are filled with what is left of our energy. That is why I won't die, I won't be reduced to a shiny rock for someone to add to their collection.

So what do you do with them all?

Mezian picked up his sword and the sword of Draziol. He hid them and turned back to Abigail to answer her question.

I collect them, every Celestial I have killed I have kept their crystal. It was a reminder of what I used to be. Now, its a reminder of what I have to be. I have hundreds if not thousands of them. Each one a unique person, each one a brother or sister. I remember all of their names. I remember all of the ways I have killed them and why.

Mezian took a moment to look at the puddles of rain and blood left by Draziol.

I have to take care of something. I will meet you back at your house.

To Be Continued

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Chris, My dude, You say that me calling an egoist is a cliche. Then spout off about how you're the best at what you do. About how you have won eleven in a row. I don't get it if you don't want people to think that you have an ego why make it so, so, so, evident that you do. You should come up with a new gimmick bub, CM Punk already did that one, He actually is that good. Also, you are correct in your statement that English isn't my first language. In fact, it's my seventh language. But in all of that babble that you said you seem to missed something. The fact that everyone has said that they will" beat me within an inch of my life" yet no one has even come close.
This idea that you can actually do enough damage to threaten my existence is laughable at best, and downright sad at its worse. You see Chris when you are old and can't remember where you put your Viagra so you can beat off to the good ole days. I will still be fighting half-witted megalomaniacs like yourself. Hell maybe if you ever have a kid with some bimbo you knocked up while on tour I can kick his ass too.

You said that all the things you have accomplished you have done yourself. Which is admirable. But, at the same time, I have to wonder if that is your weakness. You are human you have flaws and fallacies. Humans are greedy and self-absorbed, you have to realize that when you fail, and you WILL FAIL, that is on you too. So while you and I are inside that ring I want you to know that every punch I throw, it's your fault. Every kick upside your stupid fucking head, your fault. And when you catch a knee to the face and they count to three it's your fault. You will walk out of this with no title and no dignity. While you are walking out of that arena check into getting money for your eyesight and Mental acuity because you have to be blind and to think you are going to win this.

YOUR END IS NIGH...