Rafael walked into the dark tower. He wasn't entirely sure what had caused him to come here but it was as if he were drawn to this place. He could see quite clearly in the dark and looked to his right. There was the stair-case he was told about by a traveler who had just come from here.

Rafael walked around the base of the tower scanning for anything that could possibly be a threat or become one. He only caught a glimpse of something but he dismissed it without a second thought, thinking it to be the wind blowing some dust or old rags. He then went back to the stairs and began his ascent. Rafael reached the first landing but continued upward. A force unknown to him caused him to go to the top. So he went. It took him next to no time to get to the top and when he did he saw... nothing. Strange, he thought. I could have sworn something would be up here. Rafael then wandered around, a bit dissapointed. He then saw the same something out of the corner of his eye but this time he decided to investigate. As he traveled Rafael heard a sound behind him and turned to see....

Azirel had been standing in this strange tower for a while, he was suprised the man hadn't noticed him, he looked smarter than that...
Azirel accidentally coughed a bit and the man spun around to see him standing there, with his hand covering his mouth.
Azirel quickly moved his hand away from his mouth, quickly dusting it off on his pants.

"Errr... Hello, so... How are you?" Azirel awkwardly said. Without wating for a reply he said, "I am fine, it's a nice place up here, isn't it...?" Azirel felt really strange that he was caught lurking. "Ummm, never mind," he said and put his hand to the hilt of his massive falchion. He wasn't sure if this man was friend or foe, after all, he might not even be human at all.

He made a proper inspection of the man, now tha he was free to do so, without hiding. The man had long blonde hair, cut in a similar style to his own, and he had blue eyes. He was fairly tall, well at least to Azirel he was, Azirel had always been fairly short. The man was phsically built similar to himself as well. He wasn't hlking with masses of muscles, but he wasn't scrawny or fat either.

"So uhh, what brings you here?" Azirel simply asked.

Ethari soared through the plains and let the wind flow between his feathers. Catraza his dove familar flew by him simalariy. He noticed in the distance a tower jutting out of the ground in the massive plains. Hopeing for a chance to rest he landed nearby. He fluffed his cape and folded his wings underneath it.

Pulling up his hood over his blue eyes he began his journy inside the temple as Catraza landed on his shoulder with a "hoo" As Ethari walked inside he noticed two people already greeting eachother

" Oh hello, I didnt mean to interupt, by the way my name is Ethari, and this little guy" He said pointing to his shoulder " is Catraza."

"Well, hello to all then. I must say I was not expecting anyone else to be here in this tower. I'm Rafael by the way and nice to meet you both." Rafael said. He looked at both of them in turn and assessed them for their strengths and weaknesses as best he could in case they proved to be an enemy.
"Your not interrupting anything here." He said to Ethari. "We just happened to run into each other figuritively speaking."

Out of practically no where, an angel flew into the tower and Azirel couldn't help but jump back a little. He said that he didn't mean to interupt anything and that his name was Ethari.

The human replied in a warm greeting, and stated that his name was Rafael.

Azirel took a cue from Ethari and Rafael.
"My name is Azirel," He said slowly stepping out of the shadows. "And this..." He said pointing to his own demon-shaped shadow. "...Is Rahsmiir." "And some helpful advice, you might want to keep reflective surfaces away from me... Especially with him around," Azirel said, pointing to Ethari.

"I don't know much about Rahsmiir, I only have known him about 3 days, but I do know that all three of us would be dead in an instant if he got the chance."
Azirel stopped talking for a second and looked around the floor, he was thinking, thinking about how he would make up for all of his sins in a year, suddenly his heart froze, he saw something that most would overlook, two windows were broken, and in was dark in the room, any strong light hitting glass on the ground would create a reflection. Azirel closed his eyes, without saying anything.

Ethari noticed the man introduce himself and point to his shadow. It was a demon! Ethari did not hate demons as much as most angels did but he did hate evil. He noticed the mans eyes glance at the mirrior in the corner. He must not let him look in that mirrior. With a strong beat of his wings he sent a giant gust and sent the mirrior flying away.

(OOC: There was no mirror, it was broken glass.)

Azirel sighed. "Thank you, Ethari, and don't worry, I'm not trying to let out the demon, but I'm not entirely sure of anything really... The past two days of my life have been very confusing, it's as if I've been to Hell and back." Azirel said, he was relieved that Ethari had moved the broken glass. He noticed something hanging from his hip. He reached down and felt it, it felt like... A covered mirror! What was it doing there? Was the first thought that ran through his head, it was like the whole world was trying to get that demon out.

Rafael looked at Azirel. He noticed his hand go over a covered something hanging at his hip. He looked quizically at Azirel. He seemed suprised it was there. His demon side must be trying to break through. Rafael thought. He walked over closer to Ethari in case Azirel's demon broke through, the two could probably take him. Otherwise they would be in big trouble.

(OOC: sorry!)
This guy was tough. Well not the real guy but the demon. He was almost forcing the natural world to make him realese himself. Rafeal scooted closer. There was nothing except Azriels will power against Rahsmiirs. Hopeing to solve some of the mystery Ethari shouted " Bless this place by the will of the Stars!" He raised his hand and sent blue dust spireling across the room. Hopeing it had effect on the demon he waited for the dust to settle.

Azirel grabbed the mirror, staring straight at it's covered surface. Suddenly he got a terrible headache, it felt as if his mind was being pulled into another dimension or something. A rasping voice inside of him was telling him to uncover it, Yesssss.... It whispered in his mind. Now, take off the cover....
Azirel slowly reached towards the mirror, his hand shaking.

"Bless this place by the will of the Stars!" Yelled out Ethari, as he through some blue dust into the air.
When Azirel pulled the cover off of the mirror, it cracked and shattered into hundreds of pieces.
Instantly the pulling on his mind eased and the strange voice in his head stopped.
"Woah..." Azirel said, his throat felt dry and hot and his whole body was shaking.

He cast without words detect evil. He sensed the presence leave body and he sighed. Boy somethings sure were going to happen. It seemed like nothing would stop this demon from coming out. He was lucky he had a chance to stop it from coming out.

" That was close" Ethari said with a sigh

Azirel sat down in the corner for a minute, to get his bearings back. He let out a long sigh and said, "Wow, was that ever lucky..."

Azirel but the shattered mirror back at his hip, he had the bad habbit of keeping everything, even after it was broken. He did it in his other life and in this life, and to think he stayed that way going through Hell and to another planet.

Azirel ran his hands through his hair and stood up, brushing off his pants. He stood up and shook his head, and walked a bit closer to Ethari and Raphael his head hanging down, and when he looked up, his eyes had an inhuman-like red gleam in them. His mouth curled up into a twisted grin. "So, what were you saying about a close one?" Azirel said in a voice much different from his own. Azirel's eyes opened up super wide and his hands shot to his mouth.

All of the sudden his eyes started twitching and his hair started falling out.
He started shrieking in pain as his fingernails turned into wicked claws and tore his skin off, under his skin he had a stronger coat of a demonic crimson color. Wings bursted out of his back and flapped three times to stretch out. His muscles expanded as he increased almost two feet in size. His jaw bones jutted out to resemble the face of a dragon. His teeth grew rapidly as well, sharpening as the went down, becoming fangs and two big bumps appeared atop his head. His toes became fierce eagle-like talons. Then bones burst out of his back side and twisted horns grew in place of the bumps on his head. There was no point in trying to fight back now, Azirel was helpless. The transformation quickly finishes as the bones that sprouted from his tailbone became wrapped in muscle and the tough red hide that covered the rest of his body. Azirel's clothes were shredded on the ground and all that was on Rahsmiir was a loincloth and Azirel's Armour of Bloodshed. Still at Rahsmiir's hips were Azirel's weapons.

"Wow, this is the first time I've ever been to this... Place. Oh, and thanks for blowing all that glass into the same corner that fool sat down in, Celestial..."

"Demon!! I will expel you! You have stayed in this world to long!" Ethari was panting. His detect evil spell was still bieng cast. When the demon came out he practicly fainted from such a strong aura of evil. What did this demon want anyway. Hopeing that Rafeal would help Ethari cast yet another Bless spell

Ethari drew his sword. He walked towards the demon. Somewhere in his shadow a man existed. He drew power from his dove Cataraza. The blessing went to his sword. " By the power of the stars, and the Angel Sanctauary, You will leave this place in the will of the Stars." His sword erupted into a shockwave of the Bless spell. By the time the spell was cast his hand fell. It took almost three fourths of his energy. The only reason he didnt pass out was because the blessing affected him as well.

Plus this was his first attempt to banish something. He was an angel and a paladin he should be able to try at least. Ethari waited to see what affect it had on the demon.

The angel threatened Rahsmiir, which only made him laugh.
The angel used the bless spell to try to hurt Rahsmiir, but obviously this creature had little to no familiarity to spell effects.

"Why do you waste your strength, Ethari? If you wish to banish me you must use a more powerful spell, such as 'Exorsism', not a spell that wastes your magical energy and restores less than the damage you have done to yourself," Rahsmiir said.

He drew his sword, pointing it at Ethari. "I wish to fight- No, destroy you, the both of you. I will warn you, any pain you inflict upon me, won't cause pain to Azirel, but if you kill me, we both die. I will fight fairly, but I won't hold back, and if I kill you..." He paused, chuckling. "If I kill you, I shall feed on your intestines."

Rafael grimaced at the thought. He had simply stood next to Ethari and watched as he tried to use the bless spell. He had been in a semi-trance like state and now snapped back to the present. Rashmiir had drawn out his scimitar so Rafael drew his katana. "All I have to say to you, demon, is that the odds are slightly in our favor due to the fact that there are two of us and one of you. Although, you can try and prove me wrong." He then took up a defensive stance with his body turned sideways and his head and arms facing Rashmiir.

(Ooc: Sorry I didn't make it clear but I actually drew my Falchion of Chaos)

Rahsmiir flexed his wings and stared at his claws, one by one. He yawned.

"So, you've decided to take my challenge, have you?" Rahsmiir said. Pointing his massive red falchion straight forwards. Then he swung it around and put it back away. "Psyche..." He said.

"Before we fight, I want to tell you all about Azirel's past, so that the only mortals on this planet who know his secret... Shall take it to the grave," Rahsmiir said, quietly chuckling menicingly.
"Azirel isn't entirely what he seems, he is no average man, but a coward, with the facade of a noble. Before he arrived in this world, he was a Baron from a whole other planet. He was cruel to his knights and the peasants of his land, so they turned on him in a bloody war. He was killed, but made a pact with the Devil. He returned to life, to find himself on another planet with me living inside of him. Little does he know, that I'm a physical representation of his own sin. If he can relieve himself of his sins in one year, he shall stay in Ea until the end of his mortal life, and I shall leave him." Now Azirel, Rahsmiir, Ethari and Raphael were the only ones who Azirel really was.

"So, was that a good story? Becuase now at least you'll die entertained!" He said, drawing his Falchion of Chaos again. Rahsmiir lept into the air and began flapping his wings, to keep himself afloat. He pointed his falchion directly downwards, over Raphael's head.

Ethari was shocked. If not for the demon leaping at Rafeal he would stand with his mouth agape. The story was not of most adventureres. Most were shunned by there family our parents killed. His story was actually having his parents killed. Actully every adventurer had story. Some sad, some filled with blood and hate like Azerial.

Ethari had no time to react. The demon was lunging. He used his great reflexes to draw his longsword. He part ran and part fly to block the demons blow. When his sword made contact he flew and hit stone tower wall. His fachilon of choas strongly overpowered his basic longsword. He grimaced and hoped Rafeal would have better luck with the demon, expecially with the strong bless he had cast.

Rafael quickly stepped out from underneath the falchion point and said, "I must say that was the good story, but its not my time to die yet." He then started to transform. Deep blue wings sprouted on his back and grew as new bone was formed along with extra muscle for flying. Out of the main two bones grew many different thinner finger like ones that reached close to his knees. The joints popped into place as each of them was created and the deep blue membrame spread across his new wings. He grew a few inches taller and his pupils became verticle slits, the whites of his eyes now glowing a faint blue. This is when the transformation stopped. He now stood only a few inches shy of Rahsmiir. "Now that we are more even, let us fight." Rafael said and slashed at Rahsmiir followed up by a roundhouse kick aimed for his head.

Ethari the Angel managed to block Rahsmiir's savage attack, but was launched backwards by brute force anyways. Rahsmiir grimaced, surprised by his own strength. He turned to face Raphael.

"Who's next?" Rahsmiir asked.
Raphael spoke next. "I must say that was the good story, but its not my time to die yet." At that he transformed into a blue dragon that walked like a man. He slashed at Rahsmiir and he was able to dodge this, but Raphael's strong kick struck him in the face. At this he was knocked back a few feet. He quickly returned to his feet.

"Now that all three of us have wings, why don't we take to the air?!" Rahsmiir shouted, as he returned his falchion to his hip and lunged for Raphael, hoping to fire them both out a window.

What had started as a simple fly had turned into a battle with demons and angels. This demon was rather exotic. He seemed not to be afraid of death and took humor in combat and violence. Then again most demons could be classified simalairly.

Ethari was still slumed on the cracking clay wall when the demon lunged at Rafeal. Rafeal had evovled into a powefull dragon form that seemed rather formidable. Ethari hoped that Rafeal would not depend on his help for he had little energy.

Rafael rolled with the lunge and allowed the two of them to fly out of the window. Once he was clear of the frame he folded his wings. He sunk low enough so thathe could spread his wings and not be cramped by Rahsmiir. He then beat his wings and shot above the demon. He was now in his element of Air and Rahsmiir was going to regret having taken to the skies.

Rafael sheathed his katana and hovered there in the air with his hands by his side. The constant rythm of his beating wings keeping time as he waited for Rahsmiir to attack.

Rafael went out the window along with Rahsmiir. Rafael shot up into the sky, Rahsmiir following, but struggling in keeping up becuase of his hulking body mass. "Hey!" Rahsmiir said, panting as he spoke. "Are you here to fight, or race?"

Rahsmiir pulled out his chain whip, swinging it around his head menacingly. Rahsmiir knew he would have to rely on accuracy and expertise rather than brute strength. He swung his whip and flung it towards Rafael, attemping to catch his leg. He missed his ankle and almost fell out of the sky, but with a powerful flap of his wings, he balanced himself again.

He pulled back his chain whip and it got caught on a small branch.
"Dammit," Rahsmiir said, cursing his own un-gracefullness. He attemped to free his whip from the branch, but ripped it right off the tree, flinging it towards Rafael's head.

Rafael watched as the bulky dmeon clumsily tried to regain altitude. It seemed as though Rafael could easily fly circles around him thanks to his lithe form. As he saw the demon try and grab onto the branch using the chain whip, Rafael dove for him. Then, all of a sudden, the chain whip was flying toward his face. Rafael barreled rolled, but it grazed his side, leaving a long line that would turn out to be a bruise. "Having a little trouble, are we?" Rafael taunted. He tried to supress a chuckle but it escaped his mouth. "Perhaps we should have stayed on the ground. At least that way it would have been fair." As if to emphasize his point, Rafael sent a gust of wind to Rahsmiir, which rocked the tree violently.

The branch that Rahsmiir had flung at Rafael grazed him as he charged at Rahsmiir. Rafael may have changed into a more powerful form, but he was still the same pathetic human to Rahsmiir.

Rafael insulted Rahsmiir, and then laughed, at this Rahmiir was incredibly infuriated. Before Rahsmiir had a chance to respond, Rafael sent a gust of wind at Rahsmiir that shook trees, and Rahsmiir was knocked to the ground.

Rahsmiir was infuriated, he was supposed to be a big strong demon, but he had lost against Azirel in hell, and now he's losing this battle with Rafael. He tried to supress his rage but he couldn't he started flinging random objects in every direction, but still he hit nothing. He swung his whip around and around, picking up momentum with each turn. He launched it forwards, aiming for Rafael's ankle, hoping to pull him out of the sky.

Rafael watched as Rahsmiir fall to the ground. This demon was pathetic in his eyes. Not even being able to hold its own weight in the air. Rahsmiir seemed to become enraged as it threw objects every which way. He then flung his whip at Rafael with such force, he had barely any time to respond. But even with his great agility, he was unable to dodge it and the whip wrapped around his ankle. He panicked for a brief moment and then started to beat his strong wings harder than before to try and stop himself from being brought to the ground. Rafael could not lift the demon though. The whip was held taught and then he started to go down. seeing how it was futile, Rafael then dove to the ground hoping to throw Rahsmiir off balance.

Ethari stuck his head out the window cluthing his side. The battle was heating up. These two seemed like a battle of gods. In fact this was the first real humanoid to humanoid battle he had seen. All the other battles were sure fire wins against zombies or wild animals.

Ethari gazed as he watched Rafeal plummet to the ground. Sensing danger he gathered all his strength and dived out the window and tackled at Rashmiir.

Rahsmiir's whip caught Rafael's ankle and he instantly began pulling Rafael towards the ground. Rahsmiir let out a roar of triumph as Rafael came closer and closer to his clutches. He drew his falchion with his free hand, but as he was doing this, Rafael shot himself towards the ground, knocking Rahsmiir off balance. Rahsmiir almost fell but managed to straighten himself out.

His chain became untangled from Rafael's leg and Rahsmiir was about to slash at Rafael when the angel came flying towards him through the window. He caught Rahsmiir by surprise but Rahsmiir jumped away just in time. Rahsmiir wrapped the chain around his wrist again and jumped at Ethari, now oblivious to whatever Rafael was doing.

Ethari missed the demon. His attempt to help Rafeal had only caused a big mess on Etharis part. He knew that it would be useless to try and use brute force so instead of countering Ethari sunk down from the sky. He did this in hopes of giving Rafeal a chance to counterattack

Rahsmiir chuckled at Ethari's pathetic attempts to defeat him. His style was all over the place, but Rahsmiir could sense potential in this kid, to bad he'd have to destroy him. He darted towards Ethari and began spinning, faster and faster. He was now spinning like a top, in a violent whirlwind motion. His falchion blade only inches from Ethari.

This demon was good. Earleir in his life Ethari had made a similar move. Now this demon was performing a similar move. He had to move or else he would die. Ethari sunk down in the sky barly dogeding the spirling demon hurtling himself at Ethari. By doing this he hoped that the spiriling demon would hit the wall of the tower injuring him.

Rafael had hit the demon and then rolled away. From the impact, he was dazed a little and as he sat up the world spun. When he could finally focus, he noticed Ethari fighting against Rahsmiir and not doing so well. Rafael then stood up and closed his eyes. Midnight blue scales started appearing on his body and his hands grew talons. His clothes formed into scales and he had to go on all fours as his spine elongated. His legs finished exending from their previous position and his arms recompensed by extending too. Rafael's neck grew along with his spine and his wings expanded. small spines appeared on his back and his hair dissapeared, some of it transforming into horns slanted backwards. His ears became pointed and finally he was a full dragon. Well as full of a dragon as a half-dragon could be.

Rafael opened his eyes and looked over to Rahsmiir. He opened his new snout and showed three rows of gleaming white teeth on top and bottom. Rafael let out a long deep grumble at first and then a loud sharp roar. As he roared, lightning shot out of his mouth heading toward Rahsmiir.

Rahsmiir was to busy spinning to notice any of his surroundings, trying to increase his pace rather than slow down to avoid getting dizzy. Every once an a while he would catch a blue blur as he spun around. He noticed the blue blur was getting bigger with every turn, he wondered what the blue blur was, when it erupted into a growl which quickly evolved into a draconic roar. The roar surprised Rahsmiir knocking him off balance and sending him spinning to the ground just in time to notice a lightning bolt headed straight in his direction. He barely rolled out of the way in time, but still he was close enough to burn his own face.

Rahsmiir picked himself up off the ground, scrambling as quickly as possible. He looked to see what the former blue blur was, and saw that it was Rafael, who had transformed fully into his dragon form. Ignoring the hulking blue dragon that was Rafael, Rahsmiir jumped into the air and rushed at Ethari, knowing he was in a very weakened state. His scimitar was drawn, a light weapon, that wouldn't be as hard to carry while he was also trying to pump his wings to maintain ascension.

Seeing Rahsmiir jump for Ethari, Rafael pounced in front of him and watched in some amusment as the demon tried to lift his bulk with his wings. A deep rumble erupted from his throat that was his laugh in his dragon form. As he watched the demon hover he took one of his clawed hands and used it to try and swipe at him thus trying to end his flight to Ethari.

Upon tearing after Ethari, Rafael attacked Rahsmiir, sending him back to the ground. Rahsmiir picked himself back up, in a fit of uncontrollable rage. All that got through to his mind, was the most common demon instinct, 'kill everything'. The gauntlets on his arms began to crackle with red lightning. He drew his Falchion of Chaos, and the red energy crept up the blade of it. Rahsmiir let out a bellowing roar, daring anything and everything to fight him.

His breaths fell heavy as he shrieked with rage, keeping his eyes on Rafael and Ethari, only primitive messages making it to his consiousness. Now all he wanted to do was destroy Rafael and Ethari. They mocked him, laughed at him, and made fun of his ability to fly... All he thought was, 'KILL...'

Ethari sighed. He had just barely missed the heavy assult made by Rashmiir. He decided what he must do. His dove, Cataraza was inside the tower. He drew all her energy, making her extermly weak. Ethari now had at least some energy now.

He drew his longsword. " Lets do this, you abomination" he said with a smirk. He plummeted himself to the ground, but at the last second, pivited upward so he landed on his feet. If he could make the demon mad, he might be able to hit a soft spot and make him distracted.

Then Ethari ran at the demon with his sword raised high. Then at the last second before the charge, he used his wings to push himself to the right, putting him at a excellent flanking angle. Within the second he made a strong two handed slash to his right.

Ethari charged at Rahsmiir, giving Rahsmiir the opertunaty to strike. Ethari prepared to attack Rahsmiir and Rahsmiir swung his sword but missed, Ethari had dodged Rahsmiir. Rahsmiir lost his balance and before he could react, Ethari slammed his sword into Rahsmiir's side, but it only made contact with Rahsmiir's armour.

Rahsmiir reached out to grab Ethari, preparing to unleash a powerful smash with the blunt end of his sword.

Ethari breathed out as his sword made contact. It only grazed his armor. He had to react to avoid a counter attack. He pushed off the ground with his feet, and used his wings and momentum to propell himself backwards. Then as he landed, he shot towards the sky, returning to aerial combat.

Ethari jumped out of the way of Rahsmiir's attack and he cursed aloud. Once again Ethari and Rafael were out of reach. Rahsmiir watched the huge dragon that was Rafael. He lept up and grabbed onto Rafael's leg, climbing up, his leg, his senses had cleared enough for him to think and function properly. He raised his sword upside-down, prepared to thrust it downwards into Rafael's leg.

Rafael roared in anger as Rahsmiir climbed onto his leg. He saw Rahsmiir about to stab his leg and growled at him. Rafael raised his leg and then he went to bite Rahsmiir. As he was doing all this, he used his muscular back legs and jumped into the air, using his powerful wings to propel him and Rahsmiir high into the air.

Rafael roared at Rahsmiir and tried to bite him but, as he did so, Rahsmiir to a firm grip onto Rafael's head, climbing onto it. But before he could secure himself to Rafael's head, Rafael shot into the air.

Rahsmiir looked down, he was high in the air with Rafael now, and Ethari had become but a speck among a sea of green grass. Now Rahsmiir had the oppertunaty he was waiting for. He used his huge, muscular legs to propel himself downwards off of Rafael. His wings were tucked in waiting behind his back. Rahsmiir knew that if his timing a little to early, he would mess up the attack all together, and a little to late and he would die the second he hit the ground.
Rahsmiir had almost reached Ethari now, he prepared for the attack, and seconds before hitting the ground, he lashed his sword out at Ethari and swung his wings to catch his fall.