Post by Azrael on Jul 16, 2009 21:59:17 GMT -5
Paperwork. It was the bane of all those in some position of power. Azrael would have preferred to have taken on an army of shadows single-handedly rather than sift through page after page of this garbage any day. At least they were entertainingly easy to beat.
Abruptly, Azrael became aware that something was amiss. There was a tenseness in the air that had not existed a few moments before. Looking over his shoulder to his two bodyguards, Amaliel and Sadriel, he could tell that something was terribly wrong. They were undead, thus they did not feel emotions, much less show them. Yet, Azrael could somehow sense that they were... worried?
Abaddon. That was the only possible cause. The inherent link the greater inferi shared with one another and their master. Azrael commanded Abaddon, who in turn commanded the greater inferi and then all the regular rank and file inferi. He had been on a mission and had yet to return. Of course, there was no possible way the mission could have gone awry, could it? Casting his mind about, he allowed himself to see from Abaddon’s point of view, yet his vision was completely consumed by blinding flames. Fiendfyre. There were only two kinds of people who used this sort of fire: complete idiots and, well, even bigger idiots. In other words, the kind of people Talon hung around with all the time.
Out of nowhere Azrael pitched foreword against his desk, knocking his tower of paperwork over, scattering a good two hours worth of work across the floor. He found himself overcome by a terrible agony, as though a very piece of his soul had been destroyed. For several long moments Azrael simply lay there, taking deep ragged breaths until the pain finally receded as suddenly as it had come. His horcrux had been destroyed because of Talon and his friends. He could feel the terrible emptiness that resulted from it no longer existing.
Unfortunately, the bad events did not end there. For something else was amiss. Azrael could no longer feel neither the reassuring presence of his greater inferi in the edge of his mind nor the sense of security and control that went along with it. For Azrael, the horcrux had been the bridge between himself and his control over the greater inferi, through whom he commanded all his lesser minions It was this which had allowed him to have such a powerful army that could be issued new and comparatively complex orders at a whim with the greatest efficiency. This efficiency had now become his greatest weakness, for now he was left without a single minion, while his greater inferi each commanded their own individual legions.
Azrael spun around, drawing his wand and hurriedly shouting “PROTEGO!”, just in time for a pair of swords to clash against his newly formed shield charm as both his guardian greater inferi simultaneously turned on their former master. Flicking his wand behind him, he did a simple levitation charm to slide his desk away out of his way to the door of his office. “Colloportus.” he muttered, tapping the door as he left his office, sealing his former bodyguards away for the moment.
Being quite a few stories up, Azrael was able to take in the view of exactly what was happening in his city. The inferi were all on the rampage, wildly attacking anyone and anything that moved. Those citizens left were doing what they could to fend for themselves, despite having been caught by completely by surprise. Even now, fires dotted the city, as attempts to fight back went out of control. The city was finished (again). Only this time because of the actions of the “good guys”.
Movement behind Azrael brought him back to his present surroundings. Spinning around, he cried “Incendio!” Shooting a stream of flames into the face of the attacking inferius. Sidestepping the burning inferius as it flailed wildly, Azrael felt a sense of vague satisfaction when it crashed through the window and became just one more little dot of light on the landscape below.
“Corrine… Orca… Anyone.” He muttered to himself. “What do I do now?”
Abruptly, Azrael became aware that something was amiss. There was a tenseness in the air that had not existed a few moments before. Looking over his shoulder to his two bodyguards, Amaliel and Sadriel, he could tell that something was terribly wrong. They were undead, thus they did not feel emotions, much less show them. Yet, Azrael could somehow sense that they were... worried?
Abaddon. That was the only possible cause. The inherent link the greater inferi shared with one another and their master. Azrael commanded Abaddon, who in turn commanded the greater inferi and then all the regular rank and file inferi. He had been on a mission and had yet to return. Of course, there was no possible way the mission could have gone awry, could it? Casting his mind about, he allowed himself to see from Abaddon’s point of view, yet his vision was completely consumed by blinding flames. Fiendfyre. There were only two kinds of people who used this sort of fire: complete idiots and, well, even bigger idiots. In other words, the kind of people Talon hung around with all the time.
Out of nowhere Azrael pitched foreword against his desk, knocking his tower of paperwork over, scattering a good two hours worth of work across the floor. He found himself overcome by a terrible agony, as though a very piece of his soul had been destroyed. For several long moments Azrael simply lay there, taking deep ragged breaths until the pain finally receded as suddenly as it had come. His horcrux had been destroyed because of Talon and his friends. He could feel the terrible emptiness that resulted from it no longer existing.
Unfortunately, the bad events did not end there. For something else was amiss. Azrael could no longer feel neither the reassuring presence of his greater inferi in the edge of his mind nor the sense of security and control that went along with it. For Azrael, the horcrux had been the bridge between himself and his control over the greater inferi, through whom he commanded all his lesser minions It was this which had allowed him to have such a powerful army that could be issued new and comparatively complex orders at a whim with the greatest efficiency. This efficiency had now become his greatest weakness, for now he was left without a single minion, while his greater inferi each commanded their own individual legions.
Azrael spun around, drawing his wand and hurriedly shouting “PROTEGO!”, just in time for a pair of swords to clash against his newly formed shield charm as both his guardian greater inferi simultaneously turned on their former master. Flicking his wand behind him, he did a simple levitation charm to slide his desk away out of his way to the door of his office. “Colloportus.” he muttered, tapping the door as he left his office, sealing his former bodyguards away for the moment.
Being quite a few stories up, Azrael was able to take in the view of exactly what was happening in his city. The inferi were all on the rampage, wildly attacking anyone and anything that moved. Those citizens left were doing what they could to fend for themselves, despite having been caught by completely by surprise. Even now, fires dotted the city, as attempts to fight back went out of control. The city was finished (again). Only this time because of the actions of the “good guys”.
Movement behind Azrael brought him back to his present surroundings. Spinning around, he cried “Incendio!” Shooting a stream of flames into the face of the attacking inferius. Sidestepping the burning inferius as it flailed wildly, Azrael felt a sense of vague satisfaction when it crashed through the window and became just one more little dot of light on the landscape below.
“Corrine… Orca… Anyone.” He muttered to himself. “What do I do now?”