Devil's Downfall

Far off deep in some southern mountain.

A man sitting with a beard of crimson, hair long and tangled, dirt filling every inch of his body. His lips twitched, he wiggled his head back and forth. 

"Is it time?" A voice asked from the side of the room. 

"Not quite." The crimson haired man whispered.

A man shaded in dark green, the only thing visible is his one golden eye. Each of the man's steps are lighter than air. His eye flickered like a dying fire. "You know as well as I, that the men are getting antsy, boose can only hold them back for so long."

"Let them wait." A new voice echoed through the claustrophobic room. 

"No, you're right. However they must wait, just a little bit longer." bellowed the crimson haired man.

****

The starry sky reflected beautifully off the pure white snow. This frozen world, of sad forewarn blizzards, its icy gorgeousness stretches past the horizon. But just to look beyond the snow, the ice, the ocean of corpses, you would see a dead, almost forgotten empire. You may see a message in a history book, a paragraph in some strange fairy tale, but any more than that is like trying to catch the wind. The mysteries within are lost, but some remain, clambering through this destroyed city are monsters of siren rank and higher, there are humans yes but no one under General rank would dare to enter this city. Nothing is known as to why monsters are attracted here, even less is known why people come to this forgotten city. 

****

In the school of the city of New cleric.

"What the hell." Cassandra pushes William against the wall. "William just say something." 

A man twitches, left to gravel in the corner. Somehow someway Alexander lives, his body exceeds agony, the boy's once handsome face is left in nothing but a grotesque pool of fresh bone and a whole lot of blood.

"Moma, Momy, hep, help me, some, one, any one." He choked out in nearly non verbal bursts.

"You bastard, I know there's something that you're not telling us." Cassandra cursed. 

"No." William looks at his feet. "How," He continues. "In my grandpa's name, would I know that would happen?"

"You're his fucking disciple." She cursed with more vigor. 

"Master would not do that willingly." William pleaded. 

The old man stood before Raphael, his hands twitched, his eyes darted from the school back to him.

"You're an angel?" Asked the old man.

Raphael gave his now iconic deadpan stare, no words came from his mouth, some time passed and still no words came.

"You know I don't really feel like fighting anymore." The old man conceded.

Raphael clicked his tongue.

"Again I must sorely say I am unable to agree to that. If you're so unwilling then give it a show." 

"What do you…"