Post by Azrael on Jul 3, 2010 20:42:52 GMT -5
Plunging through the atmosphere, the Epyon was a frightening sight in it's jet mode, resembling a dragon. The Scorpians followed suit after him, save for the Aquarius, which remained behind. Incapable of passing through the atmosphere without damage to it's joints as it lacked a jet mode of any kind, it remained, a silent guardian that seemed to stand like a sentinel to ward off others wishing to enter the atmosphere overhead of Switzerland. Like some dark messengers sent from above with an apocalyptic message.
In the cockpit of the Epyon, Azrael gripped the controls tightly as the Gundam shook violently. Gritting his teeth, he managed to control his descent until he finally was in a gorgeous night sky. The Scorpians were still following him, like a flock of raptors following a dragon through the sky.
It wasn't long until Azrael quickly landed the Epyon, now in mobile suit mode, with a loud thud right out in front of the old, previously abandoned castle that served as a temple of the Order of St. Joseph. One of the first ever, it was ancient. Guards adorned in red and gold military uniforms quickly were scene rushing out, though instead of the traditional firearms you'd expect from a modern military, they wore modernized variations of medival weaponry.
Crimson Guards, Azrael noted. The Scorpians landed behind him, crashing into trees, making the countryside seem to shake with the boom of their landing. The Epyon slowly kneeled down low, and the glowing green eyes went dim as the hatch opened. Azrael stepped out, and stood before them. The guards stopped and hesitated.
"Who are you?!" one of them demanded, drawing a French saber from it's sheath. "How DARE you wear the sacred robes of the avenging angel, after the death of--"
Before he could finish, Azrael pushed his hood back, then removed his helmet, showing his face, now fully restored. The guards jumped back and gasped in unison.
"How...how can you be...?" The other stammered.
"God brought me back from the void of death, to return to the Order," Azrael said coldly, his green eyes burning into the guards. "That's all the explanation you need."
The first guard narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm not sure about this. Maybe we should--"
"Horsecrap," Azrael interrupted harshly. "You know blasted well who I am. What are you waiting for, some stupid secret handshake?"
The atittude seemed to be what sealed the deal. The guards turned to stare at each other, then kneeled before him.
"It is...it is an honor to meet the angel of vengeance and destruction."
"Stand up," Azrael commanded. The guards both slowly stood up before him. "You don't kneel to me." Azrael turned his gaze to the castle, and narrowed his eyes. "Who rules here?"
"Your sister, Lord Azrael," the first guard said. "The Lady Jennifer. She has claimed leadership of the Order now."
"Could have sworn women didn't have that right."
"I...she..." the guard began to stammer and said slowly, "Forgive me, I do not wish to offend..." Azrael lowered his head to look at the guard. "She has...slayed all in leadership."
"And how could a woman without the slightest idea of how to fight do such a thing?" Azrael said, tossing his helmet back in the cockpit. Pushing a button on his utility belt, it slowly closed up. Azrael crossed his muscled arms, and lowered his chin to look intently at the guard, guaging what he was saying.
"She...she has dabbled in the black arts, m'lord," The guard said softly.
"Sorcery?" A cold rage began to seep in Azrael's heart. The guard nodded silenlty. "And what is the law concerning those who call upon the power of the Devil and his dark powers?"
"To be executed, Lord Azrael," the second guard said. He looked at him almost hopefully. "Are you here to execute her?"
"Stop calling me Lord," Azrael said, then marched right past them. "I'll have word with my sister."
In the cockpit of the Epyon, Azrael gripped the controls tightly as the Gundam shook violently. Gritting his teeth, he managed to control his descent until he finally was in a gorgeous night sky. The Scorpians were still following him, like a flock of raptors following a dragon through the sky.
It wasn't long until Azrael quickly landed the Epyon, now in mobile suit mode, with a loud thud right out in front of the old, previously abandoned castle that served as a temple of the Order of St. Joseph. One of the first ever, it was ancient. Guards adorned in red and gold military uniforms quickly were scene rushing out, though instead of the traditional firearms you'd expect from a modern military, they wore modernized variations of medival weaponry.
Crimson Guards, Azrael noted. The Scorpians landed behind him, crashing into trees, making the countryside seem to shake with the boom of their landing. The Epyon slowly kneeled down low, and the glowing green eyes went dim as the hatch opened. Azrael stepped out, and stood before them. The guards stopped and hesitated.
"Who are you?!" one of them demanded, drawing a French saber from it's sheath. "How DARE you wear the sacred robes of the avenging angel, after the death of--"
Before he could finish, Azrael pushed his hood back, then removed his helmet, showing his face, now fully restored. The guards jumped back and gasped in unison.
"How...how can you be...?" The other stammered.
"God brought me back from the void of death, to return to the Order," Azrael said coldly, his green eyes burning into the guards. "That's all the explanation you need."
The first guard narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm not sure about this. Maybe we should--"
"Horsecrap," Azrael interrupted harshly. "You know blasted well who I am. What are you waiting for, some stupid secret handshake?"
The atittude seemed to be what sealed the deal. The guards turned to stare at each other, then kneeled before him.
"It is...it is an honor to meet the angel of vengeance and destruction."
"Stand up," Azrael commanded. The guards both slowly stood up before him. "You don't kneel to me." Azrael turned his gaze to the castle, and narrowed his eyes. "Who rules here?"
"Your sister, Lord Azrael," the first guard said. "The Lady Jennifer. She has claimed leadership of the Order now."
"Could have sworn women didn't have that right."
"I...she..." the guard began to stammer and said slowly, "Forgive me, I do not wish to offend..." Azrael lowered his head to look at the guard. "She has...slayed all in leadership."
"And how could a woman without the slightest idea of how to fight do such a thing?" Azrael said, tossing his helmet back in the cockpit. Pushing a button on his utility belt, it slowly closed up. Azrael crossed his muscled arms, and lowered his chin to look intently at the guard, guaging what he was saying.
"She...she has dabbled in the black arts, m'lord," The guard said softly.
"Sorcery?" A cold rage began to seep in Azrael's heart. The guard nodded silenlty. "And what is the law concerning those who call upon the power of the Devil and his dark powers?"
"To be executed, Lord Azrael," the second guard said. He looked at him almost hopefully. "Are you here to execute her?"
"Stop calling me Lord," Azrael said, then marched right past them. "I'll have word with my sister."