23Senna...
She could hear a voice in her head, but it wasn't one she recognized as one that had been with her all this time. It was new, but familiar all the same. However, something stronger called her. It told her that she had to kill the Fallen of Shadow that stood by Vicious, the only voice she could trust except Tsumibukai. She took a glance around, but didn't see her guardian anywhere near her, but dismissed the thought as the urge to kill the Fallen Angel became greater then before.
Senna, please. Stop...
Senna growled at the voice, lashing her tail out in defiance. She didn't have time to try to decipher who dared to enter her mind like that. It was put on a 'to do' list for later. She arrived at Vicious' side, evil eying the one she was going to wipe out of existence. Oh yes, it would be fun. At least, that was what Vicious was convincing her.
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Nimora stopped trying to reach her daughter as something bit at her left leg. She let out a roar that caused some of her attackers back off for a moment, but went right back at trying to bring her down.
She stole a quick glance to see what dared to attack her, and found a beast with two heads, both latched onto her leg. She tried to get them off with her tail, but that failed as some of the more fearless Demons tried to climb up her tail and even had the nerve to jump on her and try to climb her that way.
Nimora, deciding that the creature on her leg could wait, began to clear herself of those that had thought it a good idea. She flung them away from her, hearing a dulled 'thud' as they landed and rebounded back into the air from the force. She would have gloated of witnessing the other injuries they sustained, but she couldn't see them, seeing as another wave had decided it was a good idea.
"Fools," Nimora roared, swinging a talon at them, sending some into the air and others into the crowd.
The creature on her leg bit harder when she did that, and she let out a roar of pain, glaring as the creature.
It didn't seem to notice, as it only dug in its claws.
This wasn't going the way she wanted it to.
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"You...," Vicious said in disbelief.
"Yes," Kaggren growled, looking at his hand. "I have destroyed his soul. Sakka no longer exists, unless the Creator decides to give him another chance. At least he is free from this mess."
"He was you own family," Vicious laughed. "And you dare to call me heartless?"
"A mercy killing," Kaggren replied. "And relatively painless. So unlike your death will be."
By then, Senna had reached them, glaring at him. She looked more like a Demon then the Halfling that she was.
"Where's the light," Kaggren frowned.
"I took it away from her," Vicious said. "I have no need for it."
Kaggren's eyes went wild. He couldn't have! No...not only that but, being who and what she was...
"Fool, you're gonna kill her," he shouted. "She isn't meant to live in Light or Darkness! She needs both to survive!"
"You are mistaken," Vicious countered. "If that was so, wouldn't she be dead now?"
"It'll eventually drain her," Kaggren growled out.
"Eventually being the key word here. For right now, she is exactly what I need her to be."
"You're sick."
"That may be so," Vicious replied. "But I don't care what you have to say any longer."
With that, he gave Senna a look that clearly stated that she needed to take action, and who was she not to obey?
She spread her wings and lunged toward her father. Her fingers were spread as if she was ready to grab out at anything that would provide her with a means to win. On outstretched fingers were nails as sharp as Dragon's claws, and her face was crazy with the power that coursed through her veins, making her eyes unreadable and fangs bared. The purple markings pulsed with her heartbeat, that was increasing rapidly because of the adrenaline.
"Senna," Kaggren said, trying to break this spell by his voice, but ended up on his back as Senna dove into his chest, digging in her nails.
"Her mind is too far gone," Vicious laughed. "You'll be lucky if you do break the spell that I hold on her, that you'll be able to get her mind back to its original state."
Kaggren was too worried about trying to survive Senna's attack to really respond to his enemy. She was trying to dig deeper into his skin, but he tried to prevent it by ripping her hands away from his chest. Senna snarled at him, only to break free of his grasp and attempted to attack again. He was able to catch her wrists before she dug them into his skin again, and threw her off. He then turned over and tried to stand back up, but she attacked him from behind.
He whirled around, and was barely able to get her off his back by flexing his wings. Senna dropped to the ground in a crouched position, snarling at him.
"Enough," Vicious smiled. "You battered his ego enough. I think we'll leave him for later. For now, I bet Namor is still alive."
Senna growled at Kaggren before turning off to go toward the red Dragon, to finish what she had started.
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Nimora fought a valiant fight, but just couldn't keep up the physical assault with the numbers that were coming at her. Taking a deep breath, she summoned the fire that dwelled within her, and let it overflow it's boundaries into the mass of Demons and Fallen. Their screams scorned Heaven's skies as their bodies burned with a fury not to match any other.
She felt horrible for having to resort to using power that wasn't her physical strength, but such decisions allowed her to wing the Millennium War. Watching for a moment, mesmerized by the burning bass that lie in front of her, she then swiped her tail at them, knocking them into the others, catching them ablaze as well.
Roaring in triumph, she then went over to Namor, to help him in his struggling war. That was until she felt that annoying pain in her leg.
Looking at the two headed creature that had latched itself on her leg like a leech, she growled, and reached a talon for it. The head of a tiger released itself from the leg and attacked the talon instead. Nimora recoiled and hissed, trying again, but being slapped away from its two barbed tails. One of the spikes caught her flesh, and as she reflexably pulled away, it ripped a gash in her tough hide.
Screaming in fury and surprise, she bit at the beast, and was rewarded as she was able to grasp the body, biting down until she could feel the gushing flow of blood running over her tounge and gums. However, the creature bit down harder into her leg, making small rivers of blood trail down it to the ground.
Because of her distraction, she didn't see the army regroup and go to attack her again.
The more bold ones jumped back on her, stabbing daggers, claws, and swords into her rock hard flesh. She did her best to try to shake them off, but ended up on her back, not a position that she wanted to be in.
Taking this opportunity, some began to try to get to her heart by running along her upturned stomach. But there was one thing they didn't realize, care about, or just plain didn't know; a Dragon is immune to their own fire.
Nimora took in a deep breath, and breathed her flame, barbecuing those foolish enough to think they had her in their grasp. While the army went into shock and began to regroup, she rolled back over, clearing the area around her as best as she was able, using her limbs. She never liked using her fire unless the situation dictated it. It allowed her to increase her physical strength as well as her magical status. In these conditions, however, it was a handy tool in keeping her alive.
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Namor also had his claws full, but was having a much easier time of it. For one thing, he didn't have anything biting at his leg and for another, he was much older and stronger then Nimora was at this point in time. That and the group of Demons and Fallen was relatively smaller then the one that decided that Nimora was the larger threat.
As he was sending more souls into the abyss of what lies beyond death, he felt the familiar tug of magic on his throat. This time, he tried to counter it with some of his own power, concentrating on making it push out against the force that wanted to push in. It was a loosing battle, since his powers gave way and the slowly closing power gained the upper hand.
He knew who was doing it, but couldn't do anything to really stop it. He didn't want to hurt Senna, and then there was the fact that despite her young age, she was stronger then he could ever hope to become. He was slowly brought to the ground, wheezing and coughing, trying to breath.
Before he blacked out, he could see the wildness in her eyes. The glee in them, enjoying the slow torture she was putting him through. No, this was not the Senna he helped raise and teach. This was some monster that the Fallen Angel of Ice, Vicious, had created.
With the last thought passing through his mind, he welcomed the darkness that granted release from his pain.
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Let him go, Senna. You don't want his blood on your hands.
"Who are you," Senna asked, her voice much softer then she expected it to be.
Just let go, Senna.
"Tell me who you are."
Let go, the voice faded.
She slowly let go of Namor, as soon as she saw his breathing slow enough to ensure that he was knocked out. The last thing she wanted was to be dealing with a Dragon that had just been released. And from what she was told by Vicious, he was a very powerful Dragon. No use in trying to seal her own fate like that.
"Very good," Vicious said. She highly doubted that he knew that she didn't kill Namor, but didn't exactly volunteer the information either. "Now, see the rest of the Dragons? Wipe them out."
"They're that big of a threat," Senna asked, looking at the group that had rebounded since the initial attack on them. Slaughtered Fallen and Demons lay around them, and they were beginning to make their way to Nimora and the now fallen Namor. Those that had once been fighting Namor had since made their way toward Nimora, since she had yet to fall.
"Yes," Vicious replied. "Now go."
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Kaggren lay on his back, frozen from the inside out. Vicious hadn't put any power into it, so it only left him temporarily paralyzed. He shivered against the cold that had taken over his body, angry that he had let his guard down.
As he watched Senna leave to attack Namor, he tried to chase after her, but Vicious touched his shoulder, and he literally froze.
Trying to move, and finding that he couldn't just yet, he just lay there, wondering what the Hell was going on now.
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Senna walked over the group of Dragons, who bowed to her. They saw her as the Angel of Oblivion, as Nimora's daughter that could lead them if she desired to do so.
Dead eyes looked upon them, deciding that a quick disposal would be best, since she was bloody enough, the 'rain' causing her enough trouble as it dried. Focusing some of her power into the markings that lined her body, her body began to pulse an eerie black aura.
The Dragons looked up, silently accepting their fate. They couldn't fight her, and they knew that this would be a more merciful death then if they fought. Each one grateful that they were to be killed with such mercy.
Senna then snapped her fingers, and each Dragon dropped dead where they stood. She had gained control of each of their hearts, and therefore, with the snap of her fingers, made the hearts explode. The blood dripped from their mouths, eyes rolling back into their skulls. Proud of herself, she turned back to Vicious, who stood a little ways off, watching the fall of Nimora.
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The damned beast that had latched onto her leg had yet to let go, and the swarm seemed to be getting larger by the minute. Swinging her head around, she could see the carnage. Littering the inside of Heaven's Gates, were the bodies of all the Dragons of Heaven except for herself. Along with them, lie the bodies of countless Fallen and Demons, besides those that were bent on bringing her down.
And Senna was coming toward her.
This just was not her day.
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Senna walked over to Vicious, who was watching his army swarm upon Nimora. He looked at her, a wicked smile on his face.
"Destroy them all, they're no longer needed."
Senna gave him a quizzical look before obeying his command. It was her opinion that they weren't needed in the first place. She waved her hand, and the army was swept away. Then, she did the same as she did with the Dragons, crushing their vital organs until she was satisfied that they were dead.
Nimora was cut, battered, and panting. Tsumibukai was still clinging to her leg, growling softly each time she moved. Senna walked up to her, looking her in the eye, which only a fool would do. To look into the eyes of any Dragon was to allow them to take over the mind.
Smiling more wickedly then Nimora ever thought possible for her daughter, Senna flung her to the ground, waiting for the command.
"Do it," Vicious smiled. "Kill her like you have the rest."
Fearing for her life, Nimora decided to reason with Senna another way then she had been previously.
Senna, kill him. He's only hindering you. In fact, think of the power you'd gain when you're out of his control.
She could see Senna's eyes sparkle with interest of her words, but something else was also in those eyes.
Senna could see the reason behind that voice, but first, she had to knock this Dragon out like she had the red one. Both could be promising allies for her conquest.
She began to slowly choke the air out of Nimora, who was welcomed into the darkness as Namor had been before her.
Turning her attention on Vicious, she decided that she finally wanted to see blood. She had wasted two very promising opportunities to do it, and now was the time she wanted to see it spill.
"What are you doing," Vicious asked in a commanding tone.
Senna just smiled at him, drawing closer. She began to choke him, although she was about ten feet away from him. He struggled at it, trying to regain his control, but finding it next to impossible to do it.
She could hear the chanting inside her mind, the demand to see blood spilled on the cloud, to feel it run down her hands, to watch it splatter this cloud of white that she stood upon.
"Stop," Vicious said, struggling.
His words were lost in the chaos that was Senna's mind. He looked at her, unbelieving that he was being brought down. Then, he remembered Sakka's warning, that she had others inside her.
Others, apparently able to break through his commands.
Senna came closer, desire to rip off his wings, head, and any other appendages that she could grasp becoming more then she could handle. She broke into an all out run, slamming into Vicious, taking his head in her grasp. Her fingers dug into his eyes, making him scream out in agony, as she slowly pushed them in, splitting the eyeball into quarters. Blood splattered her face as she began laughing. She loved the sound, the sound of the veins popping inside. She loved the feel of her fingers getting deeper into the skull, of the splatters on her face.
In an instant, his screams died as she wretched his head from his neck. She flung the now useless head away, fingers covered in blood and fluids, as she now began to rip off his wings. The body convulsed, being riped apart in such a violent manor and with the heart stopping, the soul being released, never to find another body in any of the three planes.
It was then she came back into her senses.
She was kneeling before a tattered body, the head lost in the crowd that lie still around her. She seen her mother, lying almost motionless, and Namor in the same condition. She couldn't see Kaggren anywhere, and the Dragons upon Dragons that lie dead, all by her hands, it disturbed her. She was in a fog, everything seemed like a bad dream. Only, those Demons within would only clamor on and on that she was excellent, and that if she could only survive longer in such a state, they would be proud to be trapped inside such of a monster.
Monster, she had to laugh at that. For right at that moment, that was exactly what she felt like.
She stood up, deciding to walk around, and look for something to end this existence. If the Creator would allow, she'd get another chance, and hopefully, she wouldn't screw up so badly. If worse came to worse, she'd be sent back to Hell, and from what she surveyed, she deserved whatever punishment that lie before her.
She came upon the body of Raven, his now cold dead fist still holding loosely to a dagger. Feeling it the right thing, she took it in her hand, admiring the hilt of a carved dragon. With that last thought, she plunged it into herself, twisting, and falling to the ground, released from her burden.
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Kaggren couldn't move. He watched Senna commit suicide, and he couldn't do a thing to stop it. He watched in frozen horror as his daughter hit the cloud with a solid 'thump', laying motionless as the rest. He couldn't look away from it, and knew that all this was his fault.
((one more chapter and it's done! I actually finished a story! Almost...cya next chapter!))