The Idol(Alyia and Deniel; job)

"Divide!"

Running off because of his desire to end the job wasn't just the only reason he darted off so fast. He also wanted to see what this new form was capable of. He felt no boost in his own strength, but he did feel a mysterious power coming from it, and was eager to see what exactly he could do. He was so excited about it that he almost completely disregarded the fact that he left Alyia and the client behind. Without the client, Deniel had no way of knowing where exactly he should be headed, and as a result he took a few wrong turns, inevitably going in circles. Completely lost in the jumbled mess of stone, torches, and...more stone, Deniel eventually just gave up running, and instead walked. He wasn't going to admit to himself that he was lost. I'm not lost...I'm not lost. I can totally find my way back. Just think, Deniel! Thinking was something that he wasn't entirely the best at, specifically out of combat. Attempting to navigate his way through the halls again...he had no avail. But just before he was about to give up, he heard a very loud noise...the client's voice, obviously. The vividness in which Deniel could perceive it however meant one of two things: the client was being too loud, or he was very close. Perhaps a combination of the two.

Regardless of whether option it was, Deniel once again took off running, following his instincts rather than his mind, as well as the source of the sound. Making his way back in a matter of seconds, Deniel eventually found Alyia and the client once more, as well as the opening door. "Whew...sorry about that." A drop of sweat or two made their way down his pale face as the armored angel peered into the darkness of the door. He could sense things on the other side...a massive number of them. "You'd better get ready, Alyia...And you," he stated harshly, staring at the client, "Whatever you do. Stay. Back." Getting nothing but a nod, Deniel proceeded inside of the door. There was only dark emptiness, but was very soon illuminated by the light of fire. Several massive torches suddenly lit themselves on the sides of the room, one after the other, as well as an enormous, ancient chandelier at the ceiling. Suddenly, inside of the room, Deniel and Alyia found themselves facing practically an army. The two were on a small rectangular platform that had a staircase leading down to the lower section of the room, where the army waited. Shadow fiends, lords, and acolytes piled into the room, each of them at their own section, but they were not facing Deniel nor Alyia. They faced the other side of the room. On the other side was yet another staircase, this one much more massive and grand, leading up to an altar.

Atop the altar was a huge beast blocking the view of what was behind it, but Deniel could easily be able to tell what exactly it was blocking. Suddenly the massive monster, which showed itself to be a minotaur, one that seemed to be standing at around fifteen feet in height, noticed that Alyia and Deniel had entered. The rest of the creatures in the room turned to see them as well. They were spotted. And normally anyone else would have simply panicked and ran, but in the silence, Deniel drew both of his blades from their respective scabbards at his sides, and smirked. "Finally. I can let loose." Two orbs of Holy Energy appeared on the tips of his swords...Alyia had seen this spell before. At the very beginning of the job. Flinging the two of them straight into the horde of enemies, they detonated almost immediately, creating a very wide explosion that eradicated a great number of the weaker Shadow Fiends. "DIVIDE!" Nidhogg's voice was suddenly heard as Deniel vanished from the top of the platform, and was neck deep into the ground. He spun his blades around himself, cutting around six of the acolytes at the same time, but not killing them unlike the fiends. "DIVIDE!" Nidhogg's voice was heard once more, and even Deniel seemed confused about it. Right in the middle of the enemy's line, he looked down at his right sword. "Why do you keep saying that?"

Several fiends around Deniel jumped on his shoulders and bit at him, but the thick armor he wore shielded him, so he paid no mind. Several acolytes around him began to charge up and channel very dark spells, but he heeded them no attention. "It's a part of this Form. Anything you hit will have a part of it cut in half. Speed. Strength. Magical Endurance. You name it. But it's not like it matters....most of them are dead."

"I see..."

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"Divide!"

He wasn't even focused on Alyia; he was enjoying himself faaaaaar too much. His reasons were not necessarily through sadism, but more so through the fact that he had never used this form before, and was enjoying every moment of it. Whenever his blades sunk into the flesh of these weaklings and small fries, and the booming voice of Nidhogg called out "DIVIDE", it left a sense of satisfaction in him. Especially when he dug both blades into one of them, and cut them right in half! Literally he was dividing! He cut down three more of them, with the last one being the one that he had cut in half. As Nidhogg's voice shouted out Divide, the two of them let out a brief moment of laughter. They both understood and loved the joke that Deniel had created using that word. "You're really enjoying this, partner!" Three of the weaker ones down, that meant there were twenty left. But for now he had no interest in the weak. He went for one of the shadow lords next, but even he was a piece of cake. Deniel's level of enjoyment had caused his body to rush with blood, temporarily bringing his speed and strength to their maximum potential. Right now it seemed as if nothing could stop him, and certainly not these shadow lords.

Leaping over the weak ones, he landed right in front of a shadow lord wielding his broadsword. Even Deniel had expected him to put up at least somewhat of a decent fight...but found himself to be disappointed. The swordplay and speed of the angel was far too much for the Shadow Lord to handle, and in seconds Deniel had disarmed them with swift swordplay that utilized both of his katanas. Finishing him off, Deniel briefly spun Vita on his right hand, before jabbing it straight into the chest of the Shadow Lord. "Divide!" Using his hand as a lever, Deniel lowered it and brought the sword further up into the body of the Shadow Lord, breaking several of his bones and slicing his heart in half. Behind him one of the Shadow Lords attempted to hit him from behind, but to no avail. Deniel positioned his other blade, Mors, in way of the attempted strike, and parried it. He swiftly turned himself around on his heel, charging up Holy Energy on to both of his swords as he did. "Bathe in the light!" He called before unleashing a torrent of Holy Energy, spiraling from the center in the shape of a galaxy. This Holy Energy had hit almost all of the current foes within the room, but Deniel positioned it to where it would not be in harm's way of Alyia. In addition to unleashing the spell on the Shadow Lord and his subordinates, Deniel stabbed him in the chest as well, ending him the exact way he did his ally.

The torrent of Holy Energy quickly faded, leaving many more Shadow Fiends defeated, and Shadow Acolytes in quite poor condition. Luckily for both Alyia and Deniel, neither one had to hear Nidhogg yell the same word multiple times. Only once..."DIVIDE!"

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"Come on!"

His partner made short work, and solid progress against the weaker of the creatures. The Shadow Fiends were so more, with only several acolytes remaining, but not for long. Not noticing--and perhaps not caring--that Alyia had lost control of herself, he made his way through the wide room, empty of corpses. The Shadow Fiends were shadows, and nothing more, so the only corpses there were, was of the acolytes along with the Shadow Lords Deniel had previously defeated. Now there were about to be several more of them within the room, as Deniel used his wings and his speed to quickly dash around the room to one after the other.

The first he simply appeared behind, and like an assassin, slit his throat beneath his cloak using both blades to give him a quicker death. The second was much more unfortunate, as Deniel stabbed him in the stomach with one sword, hesitating several moments to let him feel the pain, and then stabbing his chest within the other. Vanishing once more he appeared right above the third, with yet another quick and painless death with both blades going right into his back from above. The fourth? Deniel poured almost every ounce of strength into one cut from his katanas, and had cut him clean in half. Obviously he was putting quite a bit of effort into a fight that he did not need to, yet did so anyway. Why would he? For the enjoyment of it, and for testing out this new Form that Nidhogg and him had developed. No other Mage in the history of Earthland was capable of doing a second stage for a Full Body Take Over. Although it gave him no apparent benefits, the ability of Divine Dividing was not to be underestimated. And every time Deniel cut into the flesh of these Acolytes, Nidhogg's voice boomed through the room, shouting that one word. Deniel could not imagine what kind of Ability the Black Devil would grant him.

Five, six, seven, eight, and at last nine. Deniel had successfully assassinated and killed every last remaining Acolyte, in a hurry to finish this off so he may fight the Minotaur and end this once and for all. But how was he able to do so before Alyia reached him? His speed. His speed was so fast, that he assassinated all nine of them within seconds, to the point that not one had known the other was dead before they all had been. And as he finished, he saw his deformed and monstrous partner coming for him, seeing her as no threat, but not a friend anymore. He saw a monster that needed to be purified, so he merely held out his right blade in front of him, saying: "Keep coming, beast!"

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"Divine Wrath!"

Retaining his right arm extended at a ninety degree angle, that held the blade as white as his armor, Deniel tilted his head slightly at Alyia's behavior. Apparently she was no longer interested in him, but rather the minotaur. His sky blue eyes glanced at it from their very corners, but it appeared as though the attention of Alyia was quickly shifted to somewhere else. The client. With himself no longer as the target, he lowered his sword and only watched Alyia's actions. She slowly approached the client, with the man quivering in fear, and just as Deniel was going to stop her in whatever way he could, he felt himself being assaulted from behind. He heard and felt a large thud against the thick armor that he wore, and saw that one of the Shadow Lords had attempted to attack him while was distracted. Naturally the incredibly thick, bulky, and powerful armor that covered Deniel's entire body had protected him so there was no effect by the attempted assault. Grunting in a bit of frustration, Deniel had almost completely forgotten about these guys, since their strength was mostly minimal compared to what he could do. He needed to finish them off before he even thought about attacking the minotaur, but Alyia seemed very intent on attacking their client. She truly did have no more control.

Just as he did before, Deniel focused every last bit of his Magic Power into his body, so that the rate in which they received messages from his brain and moved exploded to nearly impossible levels. Almost instantly vanishing from his current location, Deniel held both of his swords with a tight grip as to not lose them. Time seeming to freeze once more, just as it had done earlier, Deniel went to each remaining Shadow Lord with an onslaught and flurry of attacks. Although not necessary to do too much, he had done it anyway so that he may gain at least some enjoyment out of this. For at this point, he had become entirely bored with the fiends, the acolytes, and even the lords. He sought a true challenge, and a true foe to fight, none of them could satisfy that craving. Instead of once again returning to his initial position, Deniel instead stopped just behind Alyia. Luckily for him Divine Wrath was something that he was capable of, else this situation would have been impossible for him to deal with given his current state. Perhaps he could have given Alyia a cut or two...but he did not think that would help. He had another idea.

Cancelling the spell, with everything appearing to return to its normal speed, Deniel took both of his swords as he stood behind the Fallen Angel, and held each of them at the same time towards her neck. At the moment, however, he made no move to stop her actions. He let a few moments pass by, before finally telling her: "Hey Alyia, I know you can hear me. So here's what I want you to do: I want you to sit here and take care of the client, and don't hurt him. I'm gonna' go kick that monster's ass. You so much as put a scratch on this dude, and I'll cut you to pieces. Got it?"

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"Blade of light!"

Even in the silence he kept his blades close up near her throat, ready to split it wide open and let the blood gush out. And as it did, death would very shortly take over her body and she would be lost forever. Of course that is not what he wanted to do, but given the situation he almost had no choice. Keeping his posture straight and strict like an angel, he said no words after his threat, and let her resolve the issue by herself, if she was capable. On the other side of the room, the minotaur did not make a move, as it felt no threat coming from the two that were left in the room. The silence and suspense between the two did cause Deniel to get uneasy, with a drop of sweat or two coming from his forehead, but aside from that he remained absolutely still. Under no circumstances could he let this beast know that he was afraid to tear it to pieces: it had to know that he would be merciless. Eventually with no other words exchanged between them, the blackness of the angel began to fade away from the source of a golden light, most likely Alyia alas assuming control. Even if that did seem to be the case, he did not move his blades until he was absolutely certain. Letting Alyia fall right into his chest, which he did not move or comment about, he watched her as she crawled underneath his blades.

At last he lowered the two white pieces of metal, and expressed his look of disapproval to her in a furrowed brow and an unsatisfied look on his face overall. "Disappointing...you could use a lesson or two on control." His helmet, earlier discarded by him, was no longer missing. An outline made of Holy Energy had materialized itself on his face, and then filled itself in from the outline, before hardening and transforming into the white armor that covered up his entire body. The last thing that was created were the golden lenses in his eye sockets, covering up the sky blue eyes that he was so accustomed to seeing out of. The lenses did not change the color of everything around him, or his perception, but it certainly did change his outside appearance. Turning his back away from her, Deniel now eyed the minotaur, and was ready to finish the beast off. He leaped down from the elevated location that Alyia, himself, and the client were on, and just below the staircase that lead to the minotaur.



The beast, finally acknowledging his presence, stood up tall and mighty on its huge hind limbs with hooves pressed down into the stone surface. The White Angel briefly stared back at him, before his body began to glow and radiate his Holy Energy in enormous quantities. It flowed off of his body and his wings, almost like a fire from its source, and gave the entire room a bright blue glow and a feeling of immense power. The minotaur, not intimidated or impressed, roared in response. The White Angel jumped up the staircase right in front of the minotaur, just as the beast brought its fist down to the tiny creature compared to it. Just before the monster's fist could land at him, however, he suddenly felt the limb being cut clean off. As blood gushed out from around the mid-arm, the flesh was completely torn in half, as well as the bone, and gravity brought it way down. "DIVIDE!" The minotaur did not hit his target because Deniel had also moved from where he stood. Now he was in the air, carried by his wings, on the other side of the minotaur's body. Swiftly flying to the other arm, quite a bit above where he did the first, he cut one blade straight through its flesh once more. And even before it could react to that, he landed on the ground and brought in both blades. One from each side, not even touching the beast's flesh, he cut through its limbs using the pressure from its attacks.

Lacking arms, or legs, the body of the minotaur fell harmlessly down straight towards the White Angel, whom charged up both blades in Holy Energy for a powerful strike, right into its chest. "BLADE OF LIGHT!" As each blade stabbed through the flesh, the bone, and its heart. Holy Energy from his strike shot right out of the other side of its body, creating a hole to mark where his blades had entered. And as he stabbed it, blood poured out of its chest like a waterfall to stain the armor of the White Angel, who stood victorious beneath its corpse with both blades impaled.

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