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You walk along the edge of danger
And it will change you
He breathed softly, blood staining his teeth as it flowed out of his mouth and out from under his helm. The man- No, this demon — one he believed had killed his brother.
He could not believe that he was losing to Him.
Wounds from his blades glowed a faint light from them— Light of the Lord.
Why would you let this voice set in your head?
It is meant to destroy you
He wasn't sure what driving him to keep fighting; Could be rage, it could be hate, but it might be something else entirely.
This act of defiance angered the Spartan, seeing that... This angel he called himself to be, is still getting up to fight.
He was soon met with a hand curling its fingers around his neck, he grunts in surprise at the feeling of hand squeezing his throat.
You summon storms, you play with nature
Now watch it hurt you
With a yell, he threw him into the wall; his armor was able to absorb the impact, but his exposed waist hitting a jagged point of stone left over from the fallen pillar. A shout of pain left his throat before he had time to hit the ground.
From his lower left hip to nearly going up the right side of his back, a gash was producing blood as it rolled and dripping onto the ground, decorating the floor in a slight splatter.
"F-Foolishness, Spartan... Foolishness..." He breathed out finally, bearing through the pain.
Why would you want to shape the world in your hands?
You will never make it through
Still gripping tightly onto the two twin swords in hand. Justice and Splendor, swords made of blue and gold. He lets out a pained cry of fury as his power allows. Leaving behind afterimages of himself in a trail in his wake.
Four blades once again met each other once more.
Catch the fire burning out your soul
The two pushed away from each other, one blade clashing against the other, creating sparks across this ruined city that was long since abandoned by its people. He teleported behind him to get the element of surprise, but the Spartan was much quicker; he turns with a grunt with one of the blades in one of his hands, aiming right for the chest.
A dodge from the blade, and soon he threw it towards the Archangel as chains flew with it, he initially missed, but not entirely; chains coiled around his form and soon he was pulled towards him again.
Just make it die or you will turn it all
A hand claws at his helm and soon he was thrusted downward with a strength equel to his own.
His helm had broken and shattered upon impact, allowing a God of War to see his true face.
To Ashes and Blood
His goat face had five eyes; the ones, save for the forehead's eye, lacked pupils as he watched his enemies with eyes that burned red, then orange yellow.
His hair, typically straight and short, became a mane of fire as side bangs blew in the wind.
As he gripped his wrist with little strength he left, looking at him dead in the eye as his legs kicked under him for leverage.
“So called the Will of God.” He growled with contempt, “You spoke of righteousness, but you can’t even defeat a god.”
To Ashes and Blood
“A god…” Gabriel muttered under his breath, before he threw a punch at him; not at his face but at the elbow that had the hand hold him down.
It bent as he knew it would, making him relinquish his grip as he let out a shout in shock before a foot connected to his head.
A round house kick performed by Gabriel.
You waste your life to gain power
You shift the game rules
“There is only one true God here, Spartan!” the Archangel half-shouted as he flew upward with a beat of his wings. As he does this, he turned his swords to face at their hilts, slamming into each and twisting them to form a connected with the interlocking hilt, forming Justice and Splendor into a single double-bladed sword.
“And you are not even one but a demon instead!”
How does it feel to reach the line that no one ever got to cross?
Kratos gritted his teeth at this; this entity had the nerve to call him a demon.
Does it make you a God now?
“You dare to speak that to the God of War!?” Kratos yelled at the Archangel, pointing one of the Blades of Chaos at him in fury.
Kratos’s rage erupted at Gabriel’s accusation. His eyes blazed with fury as he leveled one of the Blades of Chaos directly at the Archangel. His voice thundered across the battlefield; every word laced with indignation and wrath.
“You dare to speak that to the God of War!?” Kratos yelled at the Archangel, pointing one of the Blades of Chaos at him in fury.
“You are no God!” Gabriel yelled as he threw his weapon at the Ghost of Sparta, blue and gold blades spinning towards like a heavenly saw blade that would guarantee cut a mortal in half.
Every sin will be forgiven
Not without hesitation, not without a beat of a minute, not even without a beat of sweat, he threw a slash towards the incoming blades, one of his blades contacting sparks flying as the connected blades instead were sent flying upward slightly before being snatched from the air.
If you lay down your weapons to the ground
Kratos, not a moment of hesitation, threw it back at Gabriel.
Gabriel reacted quickly; he flew to the side and snatched it by one of the handles.
Catch the fire burning out your soul
But Gabriel had no idea that this was a distraction. He howled in pain once he felt the red-hot pain (metaphorical and literal) on the right side of his back once his back was turned to catch his weapons.
He was pulled back towards the Spartan who grabbed him by the throat and lifted him upward.
His hand lets go of his combined swords to grasp onto his wrist in a vain attempt to get his hands go.
Just make it die or you will fall
Kratos responded to this by throwing him onto the ground, got onto his waist and threw a punch at him, again, and again, and again, and again.
All while keeping his hand on the Archangel’s throat.
Catch the fire burning out your soul
Gabriel clinched his hand on his wrist, taking it all the punches before he finally yelled “ENOUGH!” as a flash of light bursts forth from the Archangel, launching Kratos back a few feet but managed to keep steady on his feet.
Gabriel’s body lifted upward with his head hung low, but his hand showed motion when he reached out to his swords, to which they flew towards him as if they were beckoned to come to him by his hand alone.
He caught them by Splendor’s handle before he grabbed Justice’s, unlocking them and soon they were two separate swords while he lifted his head up to face him.
His eyes are filled with rage, hate and determination to see this demon fall. One way or the other.
At last, he yelled at Kratos as his wings fanned out.
“I WILL SHOW YOU TRUE DIVINE JUSTICE!!”
Just make it die or you will turn it all
Gabriel was the first to charge at Kratos, who in turn charge at him with a roar of defiance. They charged at each other before blades flew towards each other mere seconds before they made impact.
Blood sprayed in two different directions afterwards.
To Ashes and Blood