It was night time in Lomedor, and the citizens were soundly asleep. Morgo walked through the gates, ignoring the suspicious glares of the guard. Walking around a bend out of veiw, he snuck up to a very small shack. He attempted to open the door, only to see it was locked.

Drawing Denger's Talon, he launched a very small lighting bolt above the metal doorknob. The lighting made an opening above the doorknob, in which Morgo put his hand through, and opened the door from the other side.

He opened the door, revealing a very disgusting living room to the left, and grummy kitchen to the right. Down the center was a door, with the sounds of unrestful snoring heard beyond it.

He walked past the living room and kitchen, to the bedroom door. Opening it quietly, he peered inside. A sleeping man was on a small bed. He was still dressed, beer bottle on the makeshift end table made of wood.

Morgo walked over to the man, who shifted in his sleep. As soon as Morgo approached, he awoke with a gasp, in which Morgo quickly placed his hand over his mouth.

Morgo closed the door, and then blasted a very small bolt of lightning at the wall. A tiny scorch mark appeared. The man whimpered as Morgo said, "One move to escape, you won't have enough body for the funeral. GOT IT?" As soon as he shook his head reluctantly, Morgo walked closely, and prepared to start his work.

His blood lust was very strong currently, so this would be bloody. His footsteps echoed eerily in the silent room, accompanied by the mans sobs, and the drizzle that recently started. With the sharp tip of Denger's Talon, he cut the man lightly on the hand, "Ohhh, I'm going to cause you so much pain," he whispered in his ear. The man sobbed siliently, "What do you want?" Morgo chuckled in response, "I want to kill you," the man began to wail in the knowledge of the suffering to come. "SHUT UP!" Morgo roared. Immeadiatly, he stoped.

He started off by cutting off each of his fingers and toes. He didn't bother to quite all the sceams and yelps of the man in pain. Morgo hummed along merrily as he severed each finger and toe. He tore the bed sheet to stop the bleeding. As he wrapped the sheets on the wounds, he told him "I want to have fun with you! Can't have you dying!" the man whimpered and looked up with and exhausted look.

"Please don't kill me," he said with a sigh, followed by a groan of pain. "Why, I'll do much worse than that," Morgo responded with a broad grin. "This might hurt a bit," he warned him, and outstretched his eyelids. With the sharp tip of Denger's Talon, he sliced off one eyelid, and repeated the process with the other.

The man screamed in horror as he tried to blink, only to see his new stubs flutter ineffectively. Tears of pain and dehydration of the eyes flowed down his face. Morgo waited an hour until it seemed his eyes were completely dried out.

During that hour, the mans screams were so loud, the outside drizzle was not to be heard. The room echoed from the noise, along with Morgo's laughter.

The man fell on the bed in pain , exhausted and fatigued. He sighed and groaned, making a chorus of agony. Morgo approached him. The man seemed unaware of his presence, perhaps blind or unconscious. "I'm through with you, I'm going to kill you," Morgo told him.

The man's body seemed to relax, and a sigh escaped him. "Ohh, don't think it won't be painful," Morgo reassured him. Using Denger's Talon, he blasted the man's face slowly, causing it to roast at incredibly hot temperatures. Untill the bloodcurdling screams stopped, Morgo continued to blast his face. It took about thirty seconds for the man to stop his screams. Morgo stopped then, assuming he was dead.

The grim surroundings made the murder obvious. Blood was on the bed, with lots of the sheet torn, used to cover the stumps of the man. Blood was were the man walked, fell, and stumbled, as well as on the walls.

Morgo wiped the blood off his mace and hands on the remainder of the bed sheet. He hummed in merriment, wiping away his mace, very happy of his crime. His bloodlust was revived, he was ready to head on out.

Walking through the grasslands a young angel was heading for the city of Lómëdor. The angel was covered in golden armour, the set made from the Goddess of Life to be exact, the armour was then draped with a large white cloak however under the armour this angel wore two other magical items of clothing for his top was made from a Winters Embrace cloak that granted the angel the power of ice when needed while his trousers were sewn from a special cloak that protected him from many different things such as poisons, silence, blind and a spell called Arcane Insanity. Hanging from the left side of the angels’ waist was a spectacular looking golden blade, which was created by merging a Holy Blade and a Resplendent Countering Longsword, this blade has since been known as Salvations Judgement. The other equipment the angel had upon him were a Mithril Shield strapped onto his left arm as well as several different magical rings and two magical bracelets which increased his physical power.

On this night in the vast grasslands the angel was not alone, he had two others with him. One was another angel armed with a Unicorn Spear as well as a Paladins Chain mail and a set of blue Priest Robes. He was the angels Guardian and went by the name of Elzareth, the angel whom he was sent to protect was a young one known as Zenith Meria, the Archangel of Life. The other being with these pair was a tiny little grey mouse, but unlike all other mice in the world of Arda this one could cast spells, to be exact he could cast every single spell that his master Zenith could use, which in short was a lot of spells!

As the small group drew closer to the large gates of Lómëdor Zenith could feel something strange, he could feel and great evil within the city walls, an evil that Zenith had felt once before. It was not long after having this feeling that Zenith, Elzareth and the mouse arrived at the city gates, although something was amiss, that thing was the Lómëdor guard! They were nowhere to be seen and that filled the heart of Zenith with great worry. The feeling of evil however was growing far stronger with every step that the Archangel took upon the surface of the Lómëdor streets.

As he travelled deeper into the slumbering city the angel withdrew Salvations Judgement from its sheath and into his right hand, he then used the mana within him to cast a spell upon the blade, which made Salvations Judgement ignite in a fury of golden fire. Before to long Zenith was informed by Elzareth that there was a house door ajar and that two men were standing in its halls. Taking this information Zenith neared the door and peered inside only to find two of the Lómëdor Guard standing there, seeing the Guards Zenith said, “What is going on here? Why are the Lómëdor Guard standing idle in the home of a civilian?” However the Guards did not reply, one of the just raised a nerve shaking hand up and pointed towards a door down the hallway. It was as if he was so over come with fear that he could not move, let alone respond.

The angel nodded towards the Guard before telling Elzareth to wait with them just in case there were several evil beings out on that night. With that he slowly started to walk ever closer towards the door and as he did so he could hear the shrill scream of man as if he was being tortured beyond all belief, but unknown to the angel was the true horror of what was about to befall him, for the sight he was about to see would be one that would haunt him forever.

Carefully and silently edging he door open Zenith saw the form of a familiar being, an Orc by the name of Morgo whom Zenith had allowed to live during their last encounter. It was clear that Morgo had not learned anything from the last battle with Zenith and that was displayed even farther when the angel saw the grotesque work of the Orc. He had ripped a man apart, removing his fingers and toes in the process, after which the cruel beast had burned his victims face apart until the mans crushed soul finally gave in and embraced death at its pearl doors.

The walls were stained with crimson streaks of blood, which showed the attack pattern Morgo had used during his onslaught. Fully stepping into the room Zenith said in a angered voice, “Morgo, I gave you one chance to redeem yourself for the sins you had committed, but it seems you have not taken that into account and in turn continued your reign of Chaos over Arda. Today we battle again foul beast and this time I shalst not gives thee an option for survival!” Instantly after saying these words the angel swiftly moved his left hand in a straight motion from right to left, in doing this the angel had used his powers of Telekinesis to try and throw Morgo hard against the blood stained walls of the room. It would be a rather difficult attack to counter and Zenith was only just getting started, he had no intention of going easy on the pawn of chaos this time around!

Morgo heard the guard approaching, but stopped at the door. Morgo chuckled, happy with the terror he instilled upon them. Slowly, the door creaked open, but to his surprise, instead of a shaken guardsmen, was Zenith Meria, out to give Morgo holy judgement.

“Morgo, I gave you one chance to redeem yourself for the sins you had committed, but it seems you have not taken that into account and in turn continued your reign of Chaos over Arda. Today we battle again foul beast and this time I shalst not gives thee an option for survival!” Morgo chuckled and glanced at Zenith's companions.

He had a mouse on his shoulder and his Archangel lackey. Swiftly, Zenith outstretched his hand and Morgo was swept off his feet and smashed into the bloodstained wall. Morgo struggled up, and rubbed his side, as tiny pebbles began to crack off the wall. He snickered under his breath, and turned to face him.

"Zenith Meria," he said with a low, maniacal laughter, "How nice to see you again. It seems to me you wish to fight," he told him. To Morgo, he needed to get an even fight if he wanted a chance to win. "Zenith, we should be fair. Xoac and Aha are not present, and your skill and your archangel's could surely defeat me swiftly. Let us fight fairly, my good friend," he said with a smile.

Morgo weighed his options. If Zenith disagreed to the no familiars rule, Morgo could drive them away with the plague of insects spell. If the fight wasn't in his favor, he could use his Ashen Shower spell to burn the walls, making an opening. The wall was already weak due to the impact of Morgo's weight. The Ashen Shower would also do some damage to Zenith, but he would take the risk of damaging himself.

Morgo began to speak, "I will start by casting a spell to improve my combat, but I will not fight you until you disband your familiars," he told him, and then casted Blur. His figure shifted and became translucent, making the orc harder to hit.

It was not long before Zenith could hear the all to familiar manic laughter of Morgo as he said, "Zenith Meria, How nice to see you again. It seems to me you wish to fight, Zenith, we should be fair. Xoac and Aha are not present, and your skill and your archangel's could surely defeat me swiftly. Let us fight fairly, my good friend," Hearing this made Zenith smirk slightly from below his helm. It was rather amusing that a pawn of chaos wanted a fair fight, it did not exactly seem like Morgos way to battle. However the angel eventually said in reply, “Elzareth is here to make sure the Guards do not get hurt, as for Keal well if you are so afraid of a little mouse Morgo then I will have him stay with Elzareth.” Once saying this the tiny little mouse jumped from the shoulder of Zenith and onto the shoulder of Elzareth.

Not long after the mouse left Morgo said, "I will start by casting a spell to improve my combat, but I will not fight you until you disband your familiars," Zenith then nodded to Elzareth, whom in response took the guards and the small mouse out of the house and to safety. The Archangel then said, “Before he battle Morgo I to have something to do, or rather three things to do! Firstly that man you killed will no longer be alone in the Underworld!” After saying this Zenith moved his left hand out in front of him once more using another spell, with this particular spell used a white figure appeared next to the body of the dead man. In moments the white figure had turned into a solid form, the strange thing was that the form looked exactly like the body of the dead man. Zenith had used his Revive Soul spell to bring him back and with a new body. Quickly the man ran from the room to where Elzareth in the other were so that he would be safe.

Secondly, with the same smirk from below his helm, Zenith cast Dispell on Morgo thus cancelling out his Blur spell and returning his movements back to normal. With this done the angel then said, “Now for step three beast. This battle shall indeed be very different from our last one!” With these words passing by his lips Zenith had used a spell that he had not used very much in the past. It was with this last spell that Zenith managed to seal the magic within both himself and Morgo as they now stood within an Anti-Magic Field, this field was fifty feet in its radius, thus one hundred feet in diameter. Now that neither of them was able to use any spells this battle would be all about physical force, although Zenith would still be able to use the abilities granted to him by the Goddess of Life throughout his training.

Zenith also noticed that the flames around his blade had died out, but he still knew that his weapon had great power within it. Then without any other warning to Morgo the Archangel of Life pushed himself forward, using his wings for increased speed, as he aimed and mighty strike for the arm that Morgo held his Dengar’s Talon within. If this attack was to play out as planed then Zenith would be able to find an upper hand in the battle since Morgos prominent fighting arm would be out of commission.

“Elzareth is here to make sure the Guards do not get hurt, as for Keal well if you are so afraid of a little mouse Morgo then I will have him stay with Elzareth.” Once saying this the tiny little mouse jumped from the shoulder of Zenith and onto the shoulder of Elzareth. Before he battle Morgo I to have something to do, or rather three things to do! Firstly that man you killed will no longer be alone in the Underworld!” The recently killed man's soul flew up, and he ran away in fear and confusion.

“Now for step three beast. This battle shall indeed be very different from our last one!” Within finishing the sentence, an Anti Magic field surrounded the combat. Morgo felt his Blur effect wearing off, and he took a stationary appearance once again.

But with the Anti Magic field, Zenith would not be able to cast spells as well. Morgo smiled, he knew Zenith had a massive repertoire, and without it, he was the equal to him. He would be able to use his special powers given to him by Ita, though.

Zenith then lunged himself forward, propelling himself with his wings. Morgo needed to find a way to dodge the blow, because if it hit, the damage would be extensive. It seemed that the angel was lunging towards Morgo's weapon arm. Morgo had to take special care to make this dodge count, if the attack hit, his weapon would be useless.

Morgo quickly sidestepped it, having to roll to get the necessary distance away from his blade. His head bumped into the wall, due to the impromptu dodge. He shoved himself up, and rubbed his head. He groaned a bit, and then focused back at the battle.

Morgo outstretched his arm, and focused his mana. Millions of earth brown and green dots began to appear, and as soon as the last took shape, the images began to have features, and under further inspection, they were various insects and vermin. When the last vermin took shape, Morgo released the Plague of Insects.

Morgo then launched a lightning bolt at Zenith. Hopefully, the angel would be to preoccupied with the swarm than to notice his lightning bolt. He had used this diversion tactic before, which was risky. Morgo hoped that Zenith would fall for it, but who knew what the angel had up his sleeve.

Zenith could see a slight panic in Morgo as he drew in ever closer towards the arm in which the Orc held his mighty Dengar’s Talon within. The bulky Orc sidestepped away from Zenith while also performing a roll across the ground in order to get away from the attacking angel, however the roll had come at a slight disadvantage as Morgo bumped his head against the wall, seeing this Zenith had to hold back a small bit of laughter it was just rather amusing that in order to avoid Zenith the stupid Orc got hurt anyway, and by the wall no doubt.

The Orc then let out a groan as he placed his arm out towards Zenith as tried to use his Mana in order to create the annoying Plague of Insects spell once more, Zenith had seen the Orc use this attack once before but the angel had managed to counter it with the use of one of mighty Hydras breath weapons. Yet still, even though Morgo had cast his spell it was not going to last since he stood within a powerful Anti-Magic Field and thus as fast as they had been created the mass amount of bugs all vanished from sight. Morgo would soon learn that inside this Anti-Magic Field absolutely none of his spells would work until the one-hour had passed.

As Zenith watched the bug dissipate from sight his eye then caught the bolt of Lightning sent towards him by Morgos mace, quickly Zenith rose up his shield and changed his footing on the ground. The blast of lightning forcefully crashed against the shield and pushed Zenith back a foot or two, then changed the angle his shield was at Zenith managed to sent the lightning hurtling for the ceiling above Zenith and Morgo.

However the ceiling was not able to withstand the blast and in turn now had a gapping hole in it. Zenith seen this as a nice advantage for the battle, with a smirk forming along his lips from below the golden helm the Archangel of Life said to Morgo, “Come and get me you dumb pawn of chaos, if you can climb of course!” Zenith then pushed off the ground, using the special effect of his Ring of Jumping in order to get through the large hole in the ceiling that was about nine or ten feet above him. Now in the room above Zenith knew Morgo would not be able to see him or where exactly in the room he was.

Pointing his blade down at the ground Zenith fired out four powerful blasts of Holy Energy, which ripped through the flooring, or rather the ceiling to Morgo, with luck, at least one of the blasts would hit Morgo. It would prove interesting to see how Morgo got up towards Zenith, as there would only be two possible ways for him to do so! One was to stack things up in the room until he was able to reach the hole in the ceiling and climb through while the other was to located the stair case and come after Zenith that way. Either way though the angel was ready for the battle to continue farther than ever!

Morgo was disappointed to see Zenith lunge to the roof. 'Ugghh,' he thought, 'I'll have to get up there some how!'. Morgo then was surprised to see Zenith launch four bolts of holy energy at him. He was launching them from the ceiling, so Morgo had no idea were any of the bolts were coming from.

He noticed one directly above him, and slide away from it. He realized that he was merely stepping into another attack, so was forced to lunge forward. Of course, agility was not his strong point, and the holy energy ripped through the side of Morgo's calf.

He roared in pain as he bled upon the ground. Now, his blood and the recently arisen victims blood was mingling together, leaving the room even more tainted. "You will suffer Zenith," he roared, hoping the angel could hear him in the room.

He quickly threw all the rubble away from the hole in the ceiling, and rushed to push the bed under the entrance. Next, he stacked the makeshift end table, and carefully balanced atop of it. He then gingerly placed his fingers on the edge of the hole, and hauled himself up, coming face to face to the paladin. He grunted in pain, clutching his wound, for he scrapped the edge of the burn on the side of the enterance.

"Clever, but I will defeat you this time. You've managed to hurt my leg, but I am still funcutioning, " Morgo said. He charged Zenith, with his mace to the side. His stance suggested that he would slash the angel from the right hand side to the left, but at the last second, Morgo faced the mace downward, and did an uppercut move on the angel. Morgo's speed was decreased though, making the bluff more predictable.

Zenith could not help but continue to smirk as he soon heard Morgo yell out, "You will suffer Zenith," It seemed as though the attacks the angel had sent down through the floor had worked, well at least one of them had managed to hit Morgo anyway which was a nice start. The angel then began to spin his golden blade in his hand as he heard Morgo making a make shift unit to stand on and climb through the hole made by his own lightning blast. Once the hulking beast of Chaos had gotten out of the hole he quickly said, "Clever, but I will defeat you this time. You've managed to hurt my leg, but I am still functioning, " Upon hearing this Zenith could not help but think what a fool Morgo was, he had told Zenith were he was hurt and now the Archangel would know which point to try and focus on in order to bring the beast down quickly.

Once finishing his rant Morgo charged towards Zenith with his mighty Mace, most people would think he was going for a side strike, however thanks to his experience in combat, and the fact Morgo changed the direction of his weapon slightly, Zenith was able to determine that the Orc was going for a powerful uppercut strike but it was to late to fully dodge the attack so Zenith did the only thing that he could think of to minimise the impact of the blow.

He shifted his left arm so that the mace smashed against the angels Mithril Shield, the sheer force of the Orcs attack still sent the angel air born but at least it was only his left arm that had taken the damage. Zenith crashed into a large gathering of boxes on the other side of the room due to the force of Morgos attack, that was the one disadvantage Zenith had upon him with the Anti-Magic Flied since Morgo had more physical power, although Zeniths was powered up slightly due to the bangles on his wrists.

Slowly getting to his feet Zenith looked over towards Morgo before saying, “Finally, a good attack for once Morgo. But just so you know, brawn alone is not enough to win a war, you have to think of what your doing as well fool! Today you shall learn another lesson in battle, not only is the power of Light far greater than that of Chaos, but while Chaos gives you only power Light gives me both power and courage! My heart is filled with the Light of Arda and shall never go out, while yours… yours is tainted by the rage of Chaos, it will soon be consumed by your hatred and you shall be nothing more than a pawn of your Goddess, a basic everyday fool!” While Zenith had been saying this the angel had also been charging one of his most powerful skills gained by Lothlómendil, and the instant he had finished talking the Archangel of Life quickly placed his left hand in front of him.

Blasting forth from his hand was an extremely large beam of Holy energy, the blast drew in closer towards Morgo and if it was to hit its mark the blast would do a lethal amount of damage to the Orcs body causing both Light as well as Fire damage to him. Zenith had used the Sacred Hand many times before, but this time he had used it perfectly by sending the beam forth only about three seconds after a long speech.

“Finally, a good attack for once Morgo. But just so you know, brawn alone is not enough to win a war, you have to think of what your doing as well fool! Today you shall learn another lesson in battle, not only is the power of Light far greater than that of Chaos, but while Chaos gives you only power Light gives me both power and courage! My heart is filled with the Light of Arda and shall never go out, while yours… yours is tainted by the rage of Chaos, it will soon be consumed by your hatred and you shall be nothing more than a pawn of your Goddess, a basic everyday fool!”

Morgo chuckled, and then began to respond, only to be attacked by a beam of energy. Morgo knew he had to dodge it, but was in a predicament, how. He was aware that the beam would hit head on, it would surely result in death. If he ducked, it would be a direct collision to his head.

Morgo knew his only option. He leaped up, and his left foot was hit by the beam. Morgo felt his entire body hurdling away, ragdolling off the building and onto the streets. A chorus of screams were heard, running away from a falling orc.

Morgo grunted in pain, slowly easing himself up, unable to walk on his left leg, recieving two hits from it. Morgo then focused his mana, hoping he was out of the way from the anti-magic field. Red runes glowed in the air, and with a flash, a Raa Chaos Golem appeared. Morgo laughed at the screams of by standers.

The golem swooped his mace at the building, causing it to collapse. Morgo hoped Zenith was unable to dodge. He dispelled the golem, and then limped off to a nearby bar and inn, and waited in its restroom till he thought it was safe.

'I had more action than I planned,' he thought, frowning at his defeat.

Zenith had Morgo right where he wanted him, it seemed that the foolish Orc was not able to fully dodge the force of the Sacred Hand, however he did jump into the air and avoid most of the blasts force or at least most of his body had. The Orc had only been able to jump so high before the blast caught his leg with great force and soon ended up with Morgo falling from the roof and crashing harshly onto the ground below. With the Orc now gone the Angel took in deep breath, he knew Morgo was not finished yet, that was for sure, but what happened next was something that Zenith Meria was now fully expecting.

Morgo had been able to quickly get to his feet and since he was now outside the magic binding field the Chaos Follower summoned his usual Golem once more, the large mace wielding Golem smashed the structure of the house and in turn made the house collapse in an instantly. Any normal being would have surely perished through such an event but Zenith was able to feel the structure being to fall and in turn had used the power in one of his rings to leap over to another building. It was from said building that Zenith was able to see Morgo unsummon his Golem and walk off, soon entering the local Inn of the town for cover of the night. Since the Inn and Bar were closed Morgo would have been able to obtain easy access to it and risk not being seen by others whom would give away his hiding place.

The angel could not help but slightly smirk since he now knew the building Morgo was hiding within, and what made it even better was that Zenith would now be able to use his spells to battle with Morgo. As far as the Archangel of Life was concerned this battle was oh so far from over! Zenith wanted to make sure that Morgo learned his lesson this time without fault.

Leaping down from the roof if the building he was on Zenith landed gently onto the ground below, his eyes set onto the structure that Morgo had entered only moments ago. Zenith then slowly started to walk towards the building, as he did the angel cast one of his most useful spells, which created four spinning three bladed objects to appear around his form. Then with his eyes filled with determination Zenith pushed his left hand forward at the building thus sending the powerful blades into it, the blades instantly ripped into the Inn and starting hunting for Morgo in a way. The way these blades were hunting down Morgo was piercing through each wall of the Inn, it was clear that the Archangel was intent on slaying Morgo on this night.

As the blades continuing to enter and exit the walls of the Inn the angel soon walked into the building, his sword ready to strike at a mere moments notice, as soon as Morgo was found or showed himself Zenith would be ready for an all out attack on him.

Morgo caught at the ends of his eye that Zenith was pursuing him. Without any pause, magical spinning blades spun in out of the room, ripping through the walls in ease. Morgo sighed, and then felt fear clutch at his heart. He was exhausted, his mana drained, and his leg was almost out of commission.

Morgo tried to recall his most recent training with the goddess. 'I will fight, and I will win!' he assured himself. Focusing upon the new powers of a Grand Slaughterer, Morgo focused his energy.

A shimmering red, chaotic aura surrounded him. A blade came spinning towards him, directly towards his chest. Morgo dodged, but normally the blade would have sliced his arm at the lagging dodge. But it slowed down some, as if the chaotic aura resisted it, so Morgo was able to dodge.

Morgo stood in awe at his new powers. He continued to dodge and moving towards a specific area. The room was filled with tables and at the south most end was a set of stairs, leading up to the unoccupied residence area, and next to that was a counter, with bar stools lined up. Morgo hid behind that, most of the blades bypassing him. The ones that did find him were slowed down enough by his chaotic aura, that he could easily dodge them.

Zenith walked into the room, and Morgo stood up. Aiming Denger's Talon, he shot a cluster of lightning at him, which went in every possible dodging route. If the attack executed correctly, Zentith would be merely dodging into another bolt. Morgo resumed his cover behind the counter, normally where the bartender served his patrons. Morgo hoped he had enough left in him to win, or escape.

Some night time walkers looked past the building in speculation, then quickly hustling by, realizing a fight was raging on inside. Morgo frowned, hoping that he could kill innocents to enrage Zenith, taunting him almost.