High School DXD : Amen

Nidhogg has never faced a foe like this. A foe that counters him so greatly. He is the Abyss Rage Dragon, the Eater of Yggdrasil's roots, the Wyrm Waiting at the Worlds End and this white-winged bastard of the Christian God did more damage to him than most Norse Gods and his rival at the top of the World Tree ever did.

As he stood up again and gazed at those those pupils that stared down at him, but not in disdain or rage or any of these sweet, succulent emotions he loved to see on the faces of his enemies that he faces ad the prey he feasted on. 

No, he looked down on him with Judgment, the sheer gall of this child, yet he knew he could not beat him. Nidhogg is an ash-colored dragon with a serpentine body twenty meters long. He has four wings growing from his back and four limbs, which are surrounded by dense miasma. Corrosive fluids mixed with ashes also tend to drip from his mouth at times.

Currently, his body was riddled with wounds, some were slashes others were deep holes shaped like crosses. His miasma did nothing as this bastard angel just purified it with ease. Which made no sense since Baldur himself would have trouble purifying his miasma.

"You seem confused?" The angel asked him. Of course, he was. He was being beaten with what seemed like ease and it baffled him.

"How? My miasma is not something easily purified. Even High Tier Gods are poisoned by it, Yet you seem unphased.?"

The angel seemed to ponder his question." Do you know my title?"

"No, I am long-lived and aware of how most beings function, including you doves of heaven." 

He chucked at him comparing the heavenly host to seemingly weak and our birds.

"But you know our titles are given to us upon our creation and abilities associated with said title follow."

Nidhogg was now somewhat recovered from his earlier beating. He nodded his massive head as he gazed up. Nidhogg was old, older than his legends, which started from his imprisonment beneath the World Tree.

Nidhogg/Nidhöggr was one of the many dragons born from Tiamat herself. After Tiamat's demise, Nidhöggr was subdued by that fucker Marduk and later imprisoned within the roots of the World Tree by that bitch Ananke's webs, forever forced to gnaw at the tree's roots and the Weaver's webs in a feeble attempt to escape his confines.

He and his two brothers were different from some of the first dragons to emerge in the world, whose bodies she filled with "venom instead of blood", and with said dragons being a blight upon the inner workings of creation and its principles; Himself, Cipactli, and Vritra who together are referred to as the Würms/Wyrms of Destruction.

But his mother never truly died, only weakened. He knew a fragment of her body was used to make one of those accursed sacred gears, and a piece of her soul reincarnated and became one of the Dragon Kings, but the current her could not hold a candle to her past self. 

Yahweh was a god he could respect and as much as he hatted the winged bastards, he knew that the angels Yahweh blessed with titles upon their creation stood above their brethren without. Like Micheal - The Sword Of God, Gabriel - The Messenger of the Lord, Raphael - The Healer of God, and Uriel - The fire of God. The confusion people have is that they mistake titles granted by humanity for titles granted by the Father of the Angels. And as such, they have them mixed up in their various scriptures and books. 

Damn, he cursed his stubbornness. He should have listened to Crom when he helped him escape that vile seal beneath the world tree the All-Father had reinforced after his last escape. In the past, Crom Cruach was controlled by Balor, the Evil God from Irish Mythology. After Lugh defeated Balor, Crom Cruach went around to observe the human world and the Underworld as part of his training and experience. Afterward, he left the land where he resides due to finding the intrusion of Christianity an annoyance.

The Crescent Circle Dragon and he could admit the strongest evil dragon among them and if he had to guess his power should be nearing the level of the Heavenly Dragons in their prime. And yet here he was still stuck at High-Ultimate Class. He could have been stronger and the dove bastard would be a problem. But...wait a minute he never found out his title, maybe that will give him a clue that could provide him with an advantage to at least escape.

"Alright dove of heaven, what is the title you were granted?" he asked as nicely as he could, and it hurt him to his very core to have those words exit his mouth. 

"Hmph how that must have hurt you pride pest of Yggdrasil" he replied with clear amusement in his tone. He how his eyes judge him as beneath him urged the evil dragon to no end. Yet his eyes were different from the other doves of heaven he'd seen. Even amongst the seraphim, he's never seen a pair of eyes like that. His pupils were pure, radiant silver, bright with disgusting holy light. But that's where the similarities ended. His right pupil was shaped like a cross and his left like a halo-like ring. 

"I am The Arbiter of his Divine Will, The Unyeilding Hand of Heaven, The Guardian of Celestial Law, The Voice of Divine Judgement, The Sentinal of the Sacred Covenant, The Herald of the Last Judgement, and The Hand of Mercy," He said he held up his left hand with glowed in response. " and Wrath" he finished as he held up his right hand which glowed as well, the aura the hands gave of were vastly different from each other. 

Nidhogg felt his instincts scream danger as the angel's hands began to glow. 

"I am the 11th Seraphim of the Heavenly Host Ezekiel The Judge of Heaven and you foul beast have been judged guilty by these eyes. The amount of sin your body and soul are seeped in denies the concept of redemption and therefore you are unworthy of mercy" 

The Seraphim pointed in a direction and Nidhogg cautiously glanced and saw the smoke in the distance reminding him of one of the many villages he had destroyed and whose inhabitants he had feasted on. And he understood immediately.

"But this is norse territory even if-"

"It takes but one believer to pray for justice, for JUDGEMENT against those who wronged them and their loved ones. And I as The Shield of the Faithful shall hear their prayer and descend."

Nidhogg knowing that the time for talk was over and his chances of leaving here while this angel was after him were minimal knew he had to either kill this pest or force him to retreat. He'd been holding back somewhat earlier to evade drawing Odin's gaze but this angel possessed the power to threaten his existence.

"SO be it you feathered bug" 

Nidhogg roared and an aura of decay, exuded from his body, causing plants to wither, metals in the soil to rust, and flesh of any wildlife caught in the range of the aura to rot. But that wasn't the end of it.

Ezekiel narrowed his eyes as he sensed the evil dragon's energy rising steadily. He focused on his cause and the dragon's energy and realized why. The beast was draining the life force and spiritual energy from his surroundings, be it plants or wildlife. He drained everything. Within a moment, his remaining wounds were healed, and he roared again with renewed vigor. 

Nidhogg charged forward and opened his maw. However, instead of typical dragon fire, a shadowy energy, infused with death curses and necrotic energy burst forth toward the Seraphim above. Upon seeing the on-coming attack he did not falter, there was not even a change in his expression. His wings extended outwards as he dived down to meet the attack head-on. 

His right hand, began to pulse with energy that covered his entire hand with such potency it solidified into a gauntlet made of silver light. From his fist to his elbow wisp of silver-white holy flames began to emerge. As he neared the beam he swung his fist forward. Upon impact, there's a massive, blinding explosion of light. A visible shockwave of light and darkness expands outwards creating a poetic scenery of balance, the clash of good versus evil.