Through the complex network of walkways in the citadel were a myriad of rooms, each with it's own devious secrets.
But one stood out, it was different, more safeguarded, buried deep within the gargantuan structure of a citadel, Azreal had finally seen everything and tonight he would find Azazel.
Most might be wondering why he was after this Azazel all of a sudden but it was linked to his past, his past as one of the most revered archangels in heaven.
He knew this fact and clearly remembered an event known as the Armageddon Of Heaven.
However without even knowing the cause or state of the calamity which had befallen heaven, he was unexpected executed as well as sealed in the blood of a certain angel.
That angel passed the blood to a demon and that demon produced a child with that blood, a child which later became Azreal Reborn.
He had never met his parents, nor did he want to meet them, now he was more focused on finding Azazel and learning the truth behind the Armageddon.
Armed with Orin's memories of where the priestess held as an abode he journeyed to find her.
Current he descend from the citadel's walls through a flight of stairs which appeared below his feet, more steps were created as he descended.
In his aspirant track suit, one could say he was in his most mundane form, looking down at the humans below cowering behind the walls of the citadel in the futile hope of redemption amused him.
A dark mist expelled from his body and slowly spread throughout the atmosphere, a dire impending whisper of distraught, it got thicker when his feet touched the ground.
The surviving crowds of magi humans soon clenched their chest in pain wheezing and vomiting, the dark mist corroded their skins revealing the muscular system which lay underneath.
Although this didn't happen to all but the rest were afflicted with deadly boils which popped to release hot acidic liquids, when these liquids touched the unaffected skin, it instantaneously produced more boils.
This occurrence happened endlessly till the victim was dead, while all this went on the perpetrator of this act casually strolled over thier dying bodies.
His strength increasing as they fell.
' Ragnarok is a painful experience ' Azreal sighed as the walls of the citadel collapsed, rumbling as huge slabs of rocks rained to the ground, leaving behind a huge unfortified tower, unable to be called a citadel.
He looked at his wrist band and checked up his score.
Name : Fabian Azreal Denmak
Talent : Unfathomable
Score points : 789,520,000
Status : Recruited
Kicking down the monolith doors, he carefreely walked into the place as if he hadn't just murdered millions of people with a single action.
It never laid in his mind, he was Death it's self so why would their deaths bother him, ' I might just get a visit from the Life Embodiment ' he chuckled to himself.
As a being higher than humans, he was intrigued by their sense of architecture, the citadel was no less a temple.
The walls were tiled with splendid minerals from top to bottom, it's floors were polished to reflect an atomic amount of light in it's dim interior.
It was gargantuan to be precise, Azreal calculated it was 0000.000013 seconds for him to reach the top and back with the speed of sound.
Totally devoid of light except the instances of a single oculus, this eye shaped opening located at the nigh top of the citadel's interior walls cast a gleaming light at the citadel's statue.
It's lifelike statue was none arguably the reason for the citadel's size, it could be measured up to 826 meters tall whereas the building was a staggering 910 meters high.
Looking at the angel like sculpture with it's wings spread high and it's arms raised to touch the sky, Azreal knew without a doubt that this statue and temple was for his angelic brethren.
Four arch pillars stood in tally with the four cardinal points, each holding a door, he had just entered through the southern door and had no intentions of going into any other room except the eastern part.
Two blades made themselves from particles of reality, one of Onyx and the other of Ivory, those were the blades of balance, it ranked seventh in the strongest weapons of existence.
According to Orin's memories, no one dared to walk into this building as it was guarded by a silent menace, a menace said to be so strong it could only be killed by Azazel himself.
Azreal expected to be ambushed the moment he stepped foot into the place but to his awe nothing happened, this made him increase his guard.
Going through the eastern arch, he was in a narrow passage which led straight forward with nothing but a door ahead.
Effortlessly he teleported to the iron door, it had slightly began showing signs of rust for apparent reasons, ' So boring ' he sighed, the door instantly melted away.
The harsh smell of incense hit his senses, so potent it even affected him, a smoggy cella lay before him, Azreal was marveled by its ant-like built as it held numerous tunnels.
Tunnels which lead to different parts of the eastern citadel, he touched the walls besides him to find runic drawings of indescribable meaning, akin to a toddler's scribble.
His vision shifted and he beheld the cella but in another perspective, from the perspective of Princess Orin when she visited this place.
It was as if he went back to that moment as an incorporeal being, she along with seven other females dressed in white with an exception of Orin who was cladded in the opposite, ' Black '.
He saw them walk past every tunnel and walk directly into a crevice, a crevice located at the far end of the cella, they disappeared through the crevice and Azreal followed.
He charged forward at an intangible speed, suddenly he's hands held the hilts of the blades on his back, he jumped backwards barely able to escape the blade of the Dark Guardian.
Still airborne, it came for him swinging it's two meters long, thirty centimeter broad, great sword, Azreal's expression turned priceless.
His former expressionless visage was replaced with perplexity.
' This most certainly wasn't Azazel right, how is it able to match my physical abilities ', Azreal landed before skidding across the room.
Clenched his fists, he exploded with force.
The knight armoured being of darkness charged forward, * BOOM *, the cella quaked as darkness clashed with darkness.
The knight kicked Azreal a few centimeters away, following up with a downwards thrusts at Azreal's shoulder, He intercepted it with his blade and again jumped backwards.
Immediately his feet touched the ground, he exploded immediately slashing at the knight's neck, * Whoosh *, it vanished shocking Azreal more.
Cold metal instantly touched Azreal's side and he was flung straight into a tunnel, it was a small one, small so Azreal couldn't possibly fit into it.
He created a crater which slowly expanded with time and would cause the collapse of this cella, Azreal fell to the ground landing on a knee and fist.
His swords which had fallen away from him returned like a magnet, a gentle chuckle escaped his lips and his lunged for another clash with the Guardian.
* BOOM * BOOM * BOOM *
The flooring collapsed with Azreal's blades against the great sword of the Guardian, activating his combat technique, he saw through the attack pattern of the Guardian.
It was grounded and firm.
Rarely moving, unless provoked.
Those who practiced this style weren't to flexible, Azreal grinned as the fight had already been over.
He got into it's attack range, ducking under it's force shattered blade swing, Azreal pushed himself behind the Guardian after the swing passed him and swung both blades at the same time form different directions at the Guardians head.
He froze, blood tickled down his lips as light slowly faded around him.