The story so far:
the two stared at each other, unflinching in the ensueing chaos. "what shall your precois army do now, rouge angel of the dark light." the demons smile revealing only one thing indeed. "we will fight to the death you and i, rouge demon of the white darkness." the angels visor glinting the only source of light availible as millions of angels and demons fought bitterly over the soul of the unborn child. "THEN DIE!" the demons scream sends out waves of energy, sending the angel flying into the chaos. after a moment, the demon only smiles, "objective, comple- what in hells name?" he stops only for a second, ravaged that the angel was not finished off as it returns to the spot they started talking from. "i told you, demon of the white darkness, WE SHALL FIGHT TO THE DEATH!" with that the angel of the black light summons his wide bladed claymore and screams towards the demons of the white darkness with ferocity and malice in his voice. the demon only smiles and slyly manuevers his tail into position. "then fight we will, angel. for that is our destiny, THAT SOUL IS MINE!" the demon roars, summoning up a contigent of troops to his side as the angel rages towards the out numbering forces. " OVERWHELMING OBLIVION!" he screams as a shard of obsidian cuts the day into night and slices through one of the deoms wings, sending him falling to his untimley death. "is that all angel? i thought there would have been-" another shard and yet another rain from the heavens as the troops around the demon are peirced through and through by the falling obsidian.
"is that all you can do? throw stalamites at us? DEVOURING SOUL BLADE!" the angel dodges left and right as blazing hot swords spike upwards from the ground, each faster then the next, but slow enough for the angel to dodge them. "HA! YOU CALL THAT AN ATTACK? THEN FIGHT ME LIKE A TRUE DEMON!" the two clash weapons at a furios pace, the soul only watching in horror as its destiny is revealed to itself. 'stop.' the demons tail peirces the angel side and wrenches loose, blood spilling from the open wound as the angels sword cuts off the demons arm, and slices into the chest, severing the aorta. 'stop it...please...' a kick to the head sends the angel spiraling downwards, followed by the gravely wounded demon whos scream of rage and insult were to be matched by the falling angels words of threat. "YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT AN ANGEL? TRY AS YOU MIGHT YOU WILL FAIL!" "AN ANGEL BEATING A DEMON? DIIIIIEEEE!!!"
both angel of the black light and demon of the white darkness crashed to the ground, there respective sides stopping the fighting to watch the two match blows and gravely wound each other. 'STOP IT PLEASE!' the soul screams, itsm ind realing in the pain of the two as there ferocity only increaces as eaches life is slowly drianing away. "STOP IT! STOP IT NOW! I COMMAND BOTH OF YOU IN THE NAME IF EXISTENCE! STOOOOOOOOP IT NOOOOOOW!" the angel and demon only increase there fighting to new levels of violence as wings are torn, blood is spilled and bones of the dead are used to bash each other to death. "to arms angel of the black light, help our brother win the day!" an old angel shouts as the war spontaneosly errupts into all out war again. "DEMONA AND DEMON ALIKE, FIGHT AS YOUVE NEVER FOUGHT BEFORE!" as each raced to kill the other and the two fight more feroceosly then ever, the soul of the unborn child decends into the crater, stepping in between the two warriors, there blood lust not quivering for a second, the demons face ragged and cut, the angels no less damaged but more so. the warriors weapon lock and there stares of hate and greed overwhelm the senses.
"death." the soul whispers. "is only the beginning of oblivion."
the soul explodes, its compact energys burning through time and space like a thousand hurricanes of blistering heat and shockwaves of pure peace.
some say that if you listen hard enough, or if the angle of the moon is just right, you can hear the two warriors, the demon of the white darkness and the angel of the blak light, still fighting it out, others say that it is just the winds in the anceint caves.


'angels heart and demons mind' statistics: (click to read)

