Poor Ben was forgotten by now, a ‘distant memory’ in that back of the Anti-Sins mind, sure… she’d remember him, but he was no longer her responsibility – he’d made his choice and Justice was not one to force things upon her comrades. If he wanted to stay among the sins and fight his own battles, she’d let him… but that wasn’t to say she’d abandon him completely. If he called for help, she’d assist him where possible.
Mind you, Justice was about to have issues of her own – two sins, one anti-sin… a fair fight. Her body spiralled backwards under the weight of those wings, each souring sweep of the metallic like limbs pushing her backward with yet more speed – speed enough to hold at bay those scraping claws of Masons… and as she moved, followed so swiftly by the Sin, she laughed. The sound of that sickly sweet melody flowing like liquid silk through the air to enrage her enemies even further – yet she wasn’t alone on this flight, no… Harold had taken hold of her arm and thus been dragged away from the crumbling corridor. Even so, there was no hesitation to her movements, if she hesitated… she was doomed, and centuries of battle had given her lightning quick reflexes.
Harold, sin spawn or not, would find the woman’s left hand shooting out to snatch his shirt and with that scary strength she pulled him tight to her chest, arm hooking around his torso to keep him snug against her form – if she’d let him drag along in front of her… he’d have fucked up the slip stream of flight and been shredded by the tips of razor sharp feathers. If the kid was smart he’d tuck himself against her hip and stay there.
Those bright amethyst eyes glanced downward for but a fraction of a second before she smirked and her focus returned to the actual threats before her – the Sins. ‘Coming to this realm, or to this Mansion?’ she questioned silently, her voice forcing its way into the boys head while her lips remained still, she was too busy focusing on everything else to manage an actual verbal conversation… and, well, if Harold thought about it, he could speak to her without words too – he had inherited that gift from his parents after all.
As this silent answering came to Harold, Mason would be given a different gift – the gift of seeing an ‘angel’ in their truest form: Light blasted from every pour in that battle hardened body of hers, heavenly flames bursting from her skin to lick at the air and clothes around her – including Harold. Yet nothing burned, this was not hellfire after all… it was holy fire and it flared with the purest of white, a blinding, numbing light which repelled evil and sent the shadows spiralling into blissful slumber. Her body flickered out of phase then, and Mason would find himself seeing the ripples of power coursing through her veins like blood – in fact, be it luck of simply Harold’s weight, she slowed enough that the tip of Mason’s claws scratched down her right arm.
The Anti-Sins skin was cool to the touch, like marble: smooth, perfect… and soft in the same way that beautifully crafted marble often is – deceptive. No human could break through this woman’s skin, a Sin however had the power to split that flesh and the tiny scratches which Mason’s claws raked across it leaked her essence. Blood, but nothing like any of them had ever seen before – hers was like mercury and a single silver drop splashed to the floor before all hell broke loose.
Those wings which had been used to throw both Justice and Harold backwards swiped inward, cocooning the sin spawn and Anti-Sin in a feathery tomb for the briefest of seconds before her feet brushed the ground – the slightest push from a single foot sent her into a spin, a movement which blasted the shimmering 'fire' that had engulfed her away in all directions. Unluckily for the Mansion… once that fire was detached from Justice, it flared with colour and set alight the falling debris.
When that ‘fire’ died down around the woman herself, she was left holding the most magnificent of swords, not the asian blades which were so popular today, but a crusader sword, constructed in heavens forges before the Sin’s were even a spark in Lucifer’s eye, it was with this blade that she struck out at Seil’s ‘attack’… and yes, it was doubtful a human made sword would be able to damage a Sin, but, Justice’s blade? It would slice through advancing tentacles like a hot knife through butter.
While the decapitated tentacles rained down around her and Harold, the pirouette continued – her wings slicing outward as she spun through the air… the move turned those beautiful wings into a circular saw, their tips like razors lashing out at Mason and the walls surrounding them… and even if Mason wasn’t hit, the walls would be shredded and wrecked – causing yet more of the Mansion to collapse around them all.
Justice remained silent while both Sin’s spoke, her only reaction to anything was to stop when Seil placed himself between the half breed and herself, the momentum of movement swept her heavenly scent around the three ‘men’, angel and sin alike and as she watched, eyes cold and seemingly uncaring, Mason manhandle Benjamin: there was no emotion, no fluttering of grief or anger – or anything really. “Silence is a blessed thing, I wonder if you, dear Liar, have ever experienced it.”
Now for Mason, who’d get an equally short reply. “Envy, Lust, Wrath, Pride, Greed, Sloth, Gluttony...human afflictions. I am untainted by such, unlike my brother. ” she waved a hand almost lazily to indicate Benjamin before allowing the slightest of smiles to flicker over parted lips. The transformation was hideous, supposed to be scary... apparently dangerous, yet Justice did no more than smile – in comparison to true evil, Mason’s morphed flesh was quaint. Besides that, the Sin seemed to forget: Angel blood is a drug to those of Sin and that shattered body, warped by evil soul would soon be rendered useless by acid trip like symptoms.
Then came Benjamin, unspoken wishes made known through the mind not lips... a request, or perhaps a dying wish? For that is what it would be, his last granted wish before sure death. It made the Anti-sin pause, head tilt while eyes of deepest purple stared through everything to lock on the once cherished angelic male. Was that questioning behind her gaze? Confusion perhaps? Did the boy want to be left here to rot? Perhaps so, and who was Justice to argue with that. So be it, she’d leave him to his chosen fate. “Your reasons? I could not care less about. Your arguments? Are flawed, as is your information. You think the war began because God chose to banish your Father? You’re wrong, Lucifer wrote the bible, it is wrong and your 'son' has a mind of his own, he may choose with whom he lays down his loyalty. Not you or I... Oh... and Benjamin doesn’t have wings in this realm, I, however, do.” as that last sentence left her a wave of heat and energy spiralled outward too – a tangible force which would, no doubt, knock the wind out of anything close enough, and in fact... the wall’s around them pushed outward too, blasted apart by sheer Light and power .
From that ensued chaos, the ceiling crumbled from above them sending shards of wood, plaster and a multitude of furniture down upon them all, yet, if they’d managed to keep an eye on the Anti-Sin they’d find that, unlike most purebred angels who fell, her wings were corporeal and spanned at least four meters. Not exactly your average feathery things either, no, they shimmered like metal and glowed with white and silver streaks along the supposed ‘feathers’ and they worked like an extension of the woman’s body, as easily controlled as an arm or a leg. So much so that as the building fell apart around them those magnificent wings swept the falling debris forward at tremendous speed – toward Mason and Seil – while the simultaneously lifting Justice off her feet and soaring backward through the chaos down the crumbling corridor.
Justice laughed, yes laughed at both Benjamin and Mason, Lies, for now, was forgotten. “So young, both of you... you speak as if we don’t have a choice, like our ‘God’ forces things upon us. She does not, she is equal, she is loyal, she is fair... and she is our sister.” well, well... it seemed even the sins didn’t know everything. Lucifer, obviously, hadn’t informed his little creations of exactly who and what they were opposed to – no wonder, that dirty little slut wanted to keep his minions under the thumb.
“Ask your ‘Father’ next time you see him... what goes on above, why we fight...and exactly what you’re up against, see if he tells you the truth...” a wicked glint shimmered behind deep purple gaze, as if she really were amused for the first time since getting here. It seemed the Sins and most other ‘lower beings’ were pretty much oblivious to the important things, or, well... the important things in Heaven and to the War in general. “and, Sin of Pain, don’t presume to know what it is your enemy thinks. Not once did a claim of superiority leave my lips...” Yet, before she could say anything else, Benjamin had lunged – stupid child.
For a moment Justice did nothing but watch as the half breed lunged for Mason, giving them both plenty of time to ‘collide’ before she sighed and kicked off from the hall, using one foot to push away from the floor so fast she was nothing but a blur – evidently... Justice was just as fast as Sadi, if not a fraction faster! Something which might just make the Sin’s around her cringe... not that it mattered, she’d given both male’s plenty of time to start the fight before she’d get involved. If anything, she moved closer to stop Benjamin crumbling beneath Seil’s power - not to fight, not really... not yet...
Ahh, now that was more like it – the venom, the hate, the reek of Sin coming off that once ‘polite’ ( or perhaps sleepy ) Mason. If, pray, he would have kept up his niceties Justice might have shown the same front, as it was... well, Mason was snarling like a caged animal, which was – surprisingly – more comforting to the Anti-sin. It left everything in black and white – Justice hated shades of grey. There was Evil > The Sin and Good > Angels - End of. “This Earth, it’s people, they are within God’s house... you own nothing, nor do you carry any right to question my authority.” she purred back at the Sin as her player successfully resisted the almost overwhelming urge to say: Respect mah Authoritah!
She didn’t know what Benjamin planned to do, but by the looks of it...she was thinking along the same lines: attack. The smirk which curled perfectly crafted lips was one which reeked of violence, an old violence – before Lucifer’s sin and the spark behind her eyes only brightened when Benjamin lunged past her. Justice would let him have his shot, let him prove himself before she offered help, besides... it wasn’t like one Sin stood a chance against her. One sin... alone... not for long.
“Another war? Child, the first one isn’t over. Or, I suppose... your kind is too young to know, trapped down here in your safe little hole, preying on the weak..pathetic” she scoffed as Benjamin dropped, he was too far away – several feet – for her light to automatically cancel out Seil’s mark, yet, as her head tilted back, eye’s finding Seil on the ceiling... she moved forward. One small step at a time, and after a few moments Benjamin was once again close enough that the writhing mark within lay dormant – only the slightest tingle lingering as a reminder that it was still in fact there. “Lucifer, obscenus vilis. You think I care what he thinks? Your Master doesn’t frighten me and, despite your beautiful attempts at logic... I shall take your twisted words and toss them aside, for things which come from a liars tongue need not be cherished.” and with that she was done with him.
Mason once again held her attention, she was watching to see what he would do... didn’t want dear sweet Benjamin getting hurt when Justice wasn't paying attention now, did we?
“Bathing, by the scent of it.” Humour? From an Anti-Sin? Who’d have thunk it! Yet, there it was, plain as day – Justice had made a funny! Tsk. Mind you, Mason probably wouldn’t find it all too amusing, especially not since the ‘person’ saying it just happened to glow with ethereal energy like she were literally made of it. Sure, a human wouldn’t be able to see it... but a Sin, yeah, they’d see it alright, they’d see it eating away at the Mansion’s walls as if it were a high dose of corrosive liquid. “We can end these Sin’s, Benjamin, take away their home, their power... too long have things such as this gone unpunished, no more.” would that be a big enough hint to the half breed? Would he realise, from such a small sentence, what the Anti-sin was planning to do? Well, if they couldn’t save them, there were other ways to set them free...
With that said she turned her gaze to Mason for the first time, before, her attention seemed to have been fixed on the angel... now... well, now the full weight of violet eye’s rested on the ‘young man’ who stood blocking her path. “Move.” a simple request, but even so, the words were weighted with the same hypnotic essence which had tricked Harold into inviting her in here in the first place – not that Mason could be hypnotized into obeying but he would feel the force behind her voice and feel the need and desire to do as she said, though he would be able to resist, unlike Harold.
Couldn’t help but glance at the ‘child’ who stood by her side, the fully healed and strengthened being who had, only moments before, been on the point of physical collapse and was now speaking with all the strength he should have shown to begin with. “Prick?” a quizzical expression splayed across dazzling features then, her attention shifting to the angel for a moment. “Such... strange language humans use, this English, it does not roll off the tongue like the old languages once did...” she muttered, obviously still getting to grips with the ‘lingo’ once more... for she had in fact been to this plane of existence before – once – by accident when she was very young, she’d fallen like so many angels had done over the years... but, of course she’d spent only a short time on Earth before returning ‘home’ to rejoin the fight.
“Can you not feel them? The others... so many angels have lost their mortal embodiments here, their souls walk these halls, drowned in blasphemy and blood...and the ones alive have lost their Light to these so called Sins.” her voice was flat, uncaring and strangely serene considering the topic – these were her kin they were talking about after all! “They’re as much dead as anything can be, they cannot be saved...you, however, can be... I felt your call from the other side of the city, like a beacon, we cannot help them, we can help you...” then, in seeming slow motion, her gaze flickered back to Harold and she reached out with one long toned arm to point index finger outward, directing all attention to the Sin spawn with that small movement. “You too have Light, the Light every mortal is born with. How it has not burned out and died in you I do not know, with this... life you lead, this family you cling to... but it is there, and I can feel it, see it in your eyes and heart.” without so much as another word to the boy Justice turned, giving him her back as a form of dismissal.
“Come, half breed, we go this way... there are things that we must do before leaving this place, battles which must be fought, injustices which must be righted.” and with that the woman started to walk away, Benjamin and Harold could follow – Seil too, wherever he’d slinked off too, Justice paid no mind to them and would not acknowledge any of the Sin kind unless they posed a threat. For now she was contented in her mission, whatever that may be, and thus the gleaming warrior in white pushed into the maze of darkness . She walked like a spectre, never looking nor pausing to orient herself and in her wake there lay a path of destruction, the Mansion’s walls blistering and boiling in distaste when she passed, her footsteps leaving a trail of scorch marks on the laid out wooden floor.
The ‘woman’ paused, her expression vacant and seemingly tinged with curiosity at the sight of Sadistic’s struggle, his body spasming, the very sin itself screaming as it was torn from the human host and cast through dimensions back into hell. Interesting...yes, very, but not interesting enough to hold her attention for too long.
Mind you, Harold wasn’t top of her interest list either... not even Seil made it to the top, instead she found herself focusing more on the ‘angel’, earths equivalent of one anyway... Again that pretty head of hers tilted, vibrant eyes taking in every inch of the ‘angel’ before it fell to its knees. How strange, she’d think, to have such a being bow to her. “Levis Angeli? Advenus, non nocebit amplius.” she spoke in their ‘native’ tongue, Latin... a now dead language on earth, but once it had been the voice of the Angels, the first language which they had brought to earth – Eygptian, Mayan, these too were Angelic in their way, but Latin was the human equivalent of Heaven’s own tongue.
Without even so much as a glance given to Harold, Justice moved forward, her attire and grace a strange mix to see – usually one did not envision Angels donned in white tracksuits, but the woman had found ( in her short days on Earth ) that clothes were a necessity and these were the first combat worthy item’s she’d acquired. “Surge puer.” she purred while her tall frame bent at the middle – she reached to Benjamin in much the same way she’d done to Harold, her fingers brushing across the younger angels cheek till she could slip the palm of her hand below his chin. Justice used this touch to tilt his head up, apparently caring very little about the blood and saliva – among other things – which stained the males’ skin. “You are God’s child, let us reverse this and observe how the Mother of Harold reacts to her own child wronged.” the way she spoke was... strange, it would take a while for this Anti Sin to ‘get to grips’ with ‘new english’, the old words still lingered on her tongue – though not as obviously as they had the day she’d arrived.
As her sentence finished, the hand which was free moved out in a blur to catch hold of Harold’s throat – a firm and unrelenting grip, but not one which would harm him. She need not add extra hurt to what was about to befall him... and as she stared down at Benjamin’s upturned face her eyes once again burned with that Light he’d recognised before. Except this time there was neither heat nor explosion, instead the crisp ivory gleam seemed concentrated, like a white hot flame behind each violet orb. “Untante` revorsa epite ven’ta.” her words were neither Latin nor any other human language, she spoke in the true voice of angels and every syllable was like a dagger in the darkness, the speaking of this language in such an evil drenched place made the walls themselves quake and crack, in fact, the brick and plaster around them buckled, splitting apart as if a quake had shocked it’s very foundations – but it didn’t fall to the ground, not yet.
Her voice was like ice, smooth, hard, crystal clear ice which trickled through the air to wrap around Harold’s flesh and creep like tiny sharp picks across his skin – yet Benjamin would feel the reverse of this sensation. Warmth, a soft caress of it which brought nothing but a pleasant tingle, a far cry from the pain he’d been feeling before.
If someone were to be watching, they’d first notice Benjamin’s wounds, the rancid stench of blood and bile, then, as the seconds passed they’d find themselves presented with the strange sight of his flesh re-knitting, bone cracking back into place, ligaments, veins, knuckles and skin stretching upward to fill the ‘gap’ where his digits should have been – in short, his body was healing, rebuilding itself... while Harold’s did the opposite. As Benjamin’s wounds healed, Harold’s body opened in the places the Angel had been damaged, his stomach and abdomen first, then the removed digits... and it wasn’t a fast nor painless transition either, no, Harold would feel the skin peeling back from his fingers, the muscle collapsing, blood vessels bursting and ‘burning’ as if the icy embrace he’d felt before had grown so cold that his body registered it as heat.
When finally the process was complete only twenty seconds or so had passed, Justice’s strong dark digits released Harold’s throat, she’d used the hold to keep him in place – nothing more – and no doubt during the ‘switch’ he’d been screaming... something Seil would hear of course. “Get up and fight beside me, for there are more coming and you were once of God’s warriors too, you are not weak, this mortal form cannot bind you with it’s limitations...” she purred, voice soft and harmless before her touch on Benjamin faltered as well, now Harold was the one to hold her focus – poor boy.
“The daemon has received the embrace of his birth place...” she paused again, thinking over her own words before continuing. “He rests in Infernum, hell to you.” the very slightest of smiles tugged at her lips as she recalled his second question, one Benjamin had answered for her but one she was willing to give further explanation to. “I am an Angellic being in its purest sense, I am the Good to your lineage of Evil, I am Justice.”
’Come in...’ the moment those sleepy words left Harold’s lips, Justice smiled, a soft beautiful expression which alighted her features and gave substance and colour to that once ethereal presence. In fact, it seemed as if this angelic ‘ghost’ had come more to life than was possible, spectre’s weren’t supposed to blur into reality with a single invitation... yet, as Sadistic and the spawn watched that transparent form which had stood before them began to flicker into focus. The walls and space behind her tall elegant form fading from view as the image deepened and filled with life – Justice wasn’t retreating to her body as most would think she would, no, instead she was bringing her body to the astral spirit which remained in the Mansion.
Within a few moments there stood, not a spiritual apparition of an Angel, but a full blooded, flesh and bone... angelic being, and to the eyes of anything or one touched by evil she radiated light, a blinding, burning vision of Godliness that the walls themselves appeared to cower in the presence of. In fact, considering the woman’s powerful presence and the Mansion’s infusion with evil, it’s connection to hell itself... it was surprising the building didn’t just crumble around her, instead the walls blistered like she were dousing them with hydrochloric acid and for a moment time seemed to stop.
One long slender arm extended toward Harold, burning violet eye’s fixed still on the boys oddly un-matching gaze as soft warm fingertips brushed his cheek – he would not be affected by her presence, he alone would be unharmed by the light which boiled outward and scraped at the walls like deadly claws. “Thank you, Harold.” her voice was silken, pure and the very sound of it alone brought forth a rush of warmth and love which would flood into the boy, giving him – for the briefest of moments – the sensation of true happiness, a contentment which only Heaven’s touch could bring. Then it was gone and the half breed would find himself snapping out of that trance like hypnosis, Justice’s hypnotic eyes broke contact and fell to the Sadistic Sin behind the child, her features hardened then – plush lips tightening into a line as she moved past Harold, her delicate touch falling away from his skin while she advanced on Sadi. “You, my dear, need not to be here.”
Her words were, again, soft... but they’d lost that angelic edge, that outpour of grace and kindness which Harold had felt, and instead they were lined with pure unadulterated venom. The kind which proved, without a doubt, that God’s wrath could be terrifying, that the power his angelic warriors held was not something to be messed with... and just because she was an Angel, didn’t mean she couldn’t – or shouldn’t – be feared. Oh no, Justice was every bit as terrifying as any demon. Ever so slowly, as Justice approached, Sadi moved back, his movements sluggish but frantic as he used those toned arms of his to bat away at the invisible light which burned the very walls around them all. He, unlike Harold, could feel the heat of it, the pain... and in comparison to Benjamin, Justice’s connection to God and the light of Heaven was like comparing boiling water to lava. “Eieci te monem, ad infernum unde venisti ...” her eyes flashed as she spoke, the amethyst like orbs blasting with a radiance which flared out to entangle the Sin, and just like that Sadistic screamed, the sin’s cries of agony echoed throughout the Mansion as his human host writhed like it were being torn apart from the inside out.
Which, in fact, it almost was – the Sin within being cast out, nay, ripped out by the brute force and will of the Angelic being who stood above it. Had Sadistic not already taken the brute of Benjamin’s initial blast, Justice would have had a hard time dispelling him so easily, it would have taken a full exorcism chant to remove him... but, as weakened as he had been by Benjamin, Sadi found himself unable to resist the Anti Sin’s power and soon enough that body stilled – it remained alive, breathing, but Sadi’s ‘soul’ would be banished from the human realm and sent spiralling through the seven gates of hell. It would take a while for him to fight his way back out, possibly days... and with that done, Seil was alone, Manipulation having flashed out of existence the moment the Anti Sin’s presence had been felt – not out of cowardice, but to bring help: probably.
“Ahh, the stench of Sins... so sweet in comparison to my usual opponents.” she murmured, the slightest of smirks gracing pouted lips – it was true, before this she’d been fighting real demons, the kind which made Sadi and his brothers appear like children...a scary thought to anyone who’d ever met the Sin’s and thought them pure evil. There was worse out there than Lucifer’s Sins, and God’s, but not in the human realm, no, in the human realm these fourteen beings were the big bads. Well, they had been up until Justice and the rest of the Anti Sin’s arrived.
An Angel lost in a city of Sin, that is what they all seemed to be here. This place which humans named Imperial City – a haven, a triumph of technology! Such petty beings they were at times, for this place they called victory was known to those of angelic decent as the City of Sins. There were few like Justice in this metropolis, in fact if one were to be technical there were none like her upon this floating mass, she was the second to fall: Chastity the first. Anti-Sins, the strongest and most cunning of Gods warriors sent to earth to stand against the swarming masses. Sins, demons, half breeds... this human plane was overrun with them and even now she could pick out only a few hundred points of light in a city of thousands. Darkness truly had its hold on this place, the streets were riddled with the damned, human and demon alike, those she passed in the darkened midnight streets cowered in the shadows, they could feel what she was and it was indeed smart of them to hide for she was not Mercy, she would not hesitate nor whimper at the spilling of blood.
For those who could see what she was, her mere presence burned their eyes, light poured out of her – unseen by humans of course, but to those tainted by evil turned away as she passed. To mortal eyes she seemed nothing out of the ordinary, perhaps a little strange around the eyes but that was all. The clothes she wore were suitable for combat but casual too, white cargo pants, matching Tee and ivory hoody. Waterproof material which crinkled oddly, man made, but practical. Beauty too streamed from her features, as it did from all angelic beings but hers was tainted by war, a fierceness set in her eyes, the way she moved and the focus which crept out from her very soul was something to be reckoned with...
But despite that, she faltered, a sudden hesitation which came as quite a shock. Whispering words, a blast of light at the corner of her eye. Another angel? No... not powerful enough, but angelic non-the less and with but the slightest effort she zero’d in on it. Angels were not hard to find in this city, not many remained here.
Yet, in spite of her power she couldn’t pin point the source, it seemed surrounded by darkness, a darkness so pure even her light could not penetrate. She could not move through the realms to Benjamin’s side, instead she was forced to walk. A slow, strangely aggravating act.
The Mansion was not hard to find, once one got a taste of it following the ‘scent’ was not difficult, it was – however – unpleasant, such a reek... how could these humans who lived so close not smell it? Disgust tainted caramel lips for the briefest of moments as she stared at the ‘house’ which seemed more an entrance to hell itself than an actual home. Finally, after a moment’s thought those violet eyes closed, her body seemed to flow with calm, every muscle relaxed and then she moved... or at least part of her did. A shimmering echo of the flesh and bone which made her up stepped out of the host, astral projection, and as soon as she’d managed the feat she vanished, reappearing where Benjamin had ‘lit up the room’.
Harold and Sadistic would sense her of course, hell, they would be able to see her – thinking her a ghost at first, perhaps, but with the Sadistic sin so disorientated she could catch the youngster’s attention... especially since Manipulation and his brother had darted off after her angel. ‘Invite me in...Harold.’ there was a weight behind those words and transparent as she was, the tint of amethyst in her gaze seemed to burn through the child – he was half human after all and Sin’s weren’t the only ones who could hypnotise the mortals, angels could too.
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