Darkness overhead. It wasn't night, but a thick swath of dark clouds that blotted out the sun, casting a great shadow on the Eridian realm, the plane of mortals. In the forest of Atolt a great energy rose, a chasm of light cut in the earth, revealing a swirling vortex, a demon portal into the nether-realm. Lightning struck, but in the wrong direction as an arc of light shot into the sky, the blast of energy being a precursor to a figure flying out and out of the chasm as if thrown out, landing roughly on its back on the nearby soil, but rolled.

The female got up onto a knee, breathing heavily, she was fatigued, her dark eyes focusing on the chasm with tension, she wasn't home-free yet as she gripped the black repeaters in her hands, both scribed with silver runic markings, one marked with the word "Punishment" and the other sporting "Justice". Her white coat was dirt-covered, matching herself, though a line of blood from one side of her lips could be seen, another deep gash in her left shoulder suddenly causing her to hold it, placing the warm grip of Punishment against it.

There was no time for this, especially as a muscular, partly armored demon leaped out of the warp on his own, this giving the woman an ample chance to get rid of another pursuer as she stood, holstering her guns and throwing an arm in his direction whilst he was still mid-flight, a long chain of demon steel bursting from her sleeve and wrapping itself around the male, much to his shock.
With a great deal of strength she pulled on the chain, hurling the hunter into a nearby tree and smashing him through it with a loud cry.

She continued to pull him in a circle, the chain letting him go and forcing him into a nearby rock-face where he was practically plastered against it from the firm impact, but still quiet alive. The chain had withdrawn quickly, allowing the female to draw her guns again and fire on the demon. With each pull of a trigger, the guns would fire a burst of three bullets, piercing and shattering the armor, drilling deep holes into the demon until he lay still, his body exhuming the last energy of the demon which she absorbed.

However before she could fully react she turned to find three more pursuers behind her, the closest with hi s hand already raised, and it dropped upon her skull like a hammer, throwing her down roughly only to suffer the sharp pain of a sudden knee strike to her gut, causing her to yelp painfully, the force of the strike lifting her of the ground where she was caught by the throat int he clutch of the demons other hand before he tossed her roughly toward a far tree.

Such was the power of demons as her body smashed through it, sending broken wood and splinters every which way as she continued through to the next tree, this time simply striking it dead on and sliding down it, coughing roughly. Those last blows had weakened her too much to move just yet, but she knew that her relentless pursuers would have their victory..
Damn... So close too...

Israphel sat on the cobblestone sidewalk that ran past one of the more frequented Restaurants. One strong arm wrapped around his Cello, the other drawing the Bow across the strings artfully. His bright blue eyes shut as he plucked out a deep sad melody, the patrons of the restaurants around him dropping money into his instrument case. With every donation he nodded and gave them a smile of thanks.
Then he felt it, the opening of a portal nearby, it caused him to skip a note and mess up, the cello squeaking in protest.

The Dark haired man looked up, his short fringed black hair falling over his eyes for a moment. Israphel gazed out over the park nearby a worried look on his face, he started to pack away the giant instrument. He lifted up the huge case onto his back, leaving the stool on the sidewalk.

"this can't be good" He muttered softly to himself. But then he'd had a bad feeling since the sky had gone dark.

In a display of his true strength he ran into the park, carrying the cello on his back like it was nothing. The dark haired man ran through the trees, occasionally pushing off some of them. He skidded through some of the leaves and sticks as he drew closer.

He stood now, panting, shoulders heaving as he stared at the girl on the ground and the three demons that surrounded her. She seemed to be at least part demon as well, but it seemed like an unfair fight. And as an Angel he could not leave even a demon to such an uneven turn of events. Besides he was told to keep a close eye on any demons that might be making their way through here.

"Hey! that's looking like to much of a even fight" He said in a breathless, but confident voice, "Why don't you back up a little and lets make it even". He smiled a little, a friendly smile that hid less than friendly intentions. He wasn't a violent person, but with Demons, a lot of the time you didn't have much of a choice.

The demons had begun encroaching on the downed demoness, whose black hair had frayed, fringe hiding the upper half of her face as the two clips the held the right side away had fallen away. She continued to struggle to find some last fighting strength, maybe she'd get lucky. Her eyes looked up at the demons just as a voice came from from her offhand side, the right.

At the same time her assailants stopped their advanced, all three looking over at the angel, regardless of who or what he might be, to them he was probably just some other smallfry to eliminate, two of them breaking off to stand between their leader and Israphel, leaving him to go after their original prey, though the leader chimed in,
"Fuck off, if you know whats good for you." He forewarned, one of his two companions, a hefty muscleman with a large axe shifted to the side, his smaller buddy, wielding a wicked spiked ball and chain moving in the other direction as they encroached on him. Their leader, on the other hand, seemed ot be a pugilist, punching a hand into his opposite palm while looking down on his victim,
"How the mighty have fallen, Vessil." He chuckled preparing to finish her for good, but was shocked to see her right gun arm raised, pointing in the direction of one of Israphel's companions as she squeezed the trigger, a volley of bullets slamming into the axeman's back and sending him crashing to the floor, mostly out of shock and surprise, but she'd done more than enough to wound him.

"You bitch!" The leader protested loudly, grabbing her by the throat as before and slamming her against the tree again, drawing his other arm back in preparation to finish the job he'd started as she dropped her guns, body going rather limp, guess she could flip a coin to the fates and see how things turned out.

Israphel tossed his Cello case on the ground and bent down opening it slowly just as the Demoness had fired on the Axeman. He looked up smiling a little "Now the number is fair.." He muttered as he pulled out a sawed off shotgun from the back of his Cello.

He aimed it at the man with the ball and chain and fired without much warning. The shot echoing, the spray peppering the Demon's chest and then it started to sizzle and melt through the demon's chest. The shell was a special blend of holy artifacts and just pure angelic magic, but just in case it wasn't enough he blasted another round at the Demon. This time ripping a hole through him and causing him to collapse to the ground, not killing him right away but definitely sending him in that direction.

Israphel tossed the gun to the side now and lifted up his instrument case slamming it shut and rushing the demon that held the girl against the wall. With one swipe he slammed the case into the mans head as hard as he could.

Vessil could only grin a little as she heard the shots from her savior, against his had distracted her assailant, making his aim go off when he tried to gut punch her, in the end only scraping past her ribs and leaving a fist-shaped groove in the tree as he stared at the man, was this guy serious? He had to finish the job fore it was too late and drew his arm back one more time, but he was far too late.

The demon's head took the bone shattering blow to the side of his skull, most mortal kind would have been killed with the sheer trauma of the blow. As for the demon it sent him crashing across the forest floor, rolling to an eventual stop where he began to get up slowly, cradling the side of his face with an anguished cry, blood was seeping from several wounds, but his skull was more or less in tact.

Vessil looked up at the man whom had come to save her, pulling something of a grim face whens he recognized his aura. No wonder he was doing so well, he was an angel, well perhaps she was going to succeed after all. Her eyes moved to the man Israphel had smacked with the cello case, this could only end one way for him, but her attention returned to the corpses of the other two demons, one of which wasn't a corpse. The axeman, though bloody and wounded, was getting back up again, hefting his axe again.

The leader saw this and grinned, getting to his feet and dropping his arms,
"Not bad.. I underestimated you but that wont happen again.." He warned, getting ready to rush at the Angel as soon as his companion began their attack from behind. The axeman turned to the angel and Vessil running toward the back of Israphel with his axe raised.
Thunder rang out as Vessil had grabbed her guns again now that she was on the floor again, aiming both at the Axeman and firing on him repeatedly until he fell over backwards. At the same time, Vessil dropped her arms, she herself was spent for energy and stamina, already beginning to fade out of consciousness. She as hurting all over but humorously confident that she'd won after all.

The leader growled in fury at yet another plane gone to waste, he'd have to use this as a possible advantage since maybe it would distract the angel as he rushed toward the them, puling back a fist and lunging toward Israphel, a trail of dark energy following it in an ominous burst.

Israphel was a little caught off guard when the Demoness fired, but he wasn't going to complain about the help.
He smiled a bit and then pulled out the Cello as Quick as possible. The Leader started to run just as he placed the Bow against the strings. Israphel closed his eyes and pulled on the Bow, the sound that came from the instrument now was definitely not the sound a Cello should make. It was to light, to soft and far far to frightening.
Two notes, and a shield of crackling light formed around him, the third note and the Shield rushed the demon leader. Bowling over him and slamming him against ground. Israphel looked up with quiet peaceful eyes, "Let me Judge thee" He said in a soft singsong voice, as the Demon began to vanish slowly, disappearing into dust motes drifting through the air.

When he had taken care of the other bodies he put his cello away and walked over to Vessil and shook his head, "Demons really are such odd and uncivilized things.." He muttered lifting her carefully into his arms "I'm afraid I can do nothing for your injuries at the moment...But I will tend to them.."

Vessil watched in something of a dazed wonder as her rescuer dealt with the leader. Such fantastic power, a strange internal glee rising as she heard the demon scream before being totally destroyed. When it was finally over she felt her heart skip a beaten when she was lifted from the ground, but this wasn't over yet,
"N-no..! You have to.." Vessil struggled to start her sentence, but she figured while she as still dead set on it she'd do it herself.

With the last of her strength she rolled herself out of Israphel's clutches, landing on the ground roughly, using her knee and her arms to steady herself before she spun one of her guns, aiming it into the ground. A wave of energy stretched out from her for a moment, flashing twice before it focused in her arm-streaming down it to the gun before she pulled the trigger.

There was a loud rumble before the demon portal that had been opened seemed to explode, expanding but then collapsing, like a great eye closing for good. Now that she was sure no-one could follow she weakly put her guns away, even this being a task in itself as she looked up at the Angel with rather hardened features,
"We're not all.. Uncivilized.." She responded to his more recent comment, trying to get to her feet again though it was quickly becoming a futile effort as she finally sat on the ground, head lowering as she gave in physically, "The majority.. Don't speak for the rest.."

Israphel watched her shut the Portal, a mild look of worry for her well being crossing his features. She seemed set on it though, and he would only inflict more harm on her if he tried to stop her. He nodded for a moment, he approved of her actions, it just made sense.

Watching Vessil fall to the ground he took a few steps towards her and offered her his hand, "I realize this" he said as he wrapped her small hand in his much larger one "There are a few that are acceptable...and that's why I came to assist you."
His voice had an almost musical quality to it when he spoke. Israphel looked her over a little.
"Will you allow me to assist you now?" He asked softly as he knelt down and wrapped one arm around her back a caring look in his eye.

However the Angel did posses some ulterior motive, he was going to try and get as much information out of her as he could. He would not let this meeting go wasted.

Vessil lifted her head to look up at the Angel, slightly impressed that his viewpoint on Demons wasn't so limited after all. His offered hand was the first she'd ever felt so welcoming in her life, to be honest he was the only being she'd ever had offer their hand to her simply to aid her. She had observed this action often in her past, never once being in her position until now.

When he held her hand she didn't struggle or withdraw herself, instead slipping her slender fingers just past his palm so that they could grasp at his wrist weakly, just so that she wouldn't lose her hold although was already at threat of this occurring.
His motion to place his arm behind her made her tense at first, but his question made her bow her head,
"If that is your wish.. I accept your help.." She stated, as though submitting to it. She didn't imagine she could get very far on her own, she as too physically done in, little mana power remaining out of her capacities. She needed food.. She needed rest..

Vessil would wait for him to lift her, prepared to try standing again. She didn't care for any ulterior motives he had, just so long as there was a chance of her succeeding in her own plan, she'd do whatever it takes to stop the coming dark plan,
"My name is Vessil.." She stated, considering it a courtesy, after all, he was her savior, she could trust him ith that bit of information atleast.