[h3][color=fff200][center]Azaezel[/center][/color][/h3]
Azaezel could do nothing but watch as the bloody countess finished her spell and the blood spread over the ground. Resurrecting the thorns his apprentices had so skillfully laid to ashes. Grinding his teeth, he doubted between aiding his people and attempting one strike on the bloody countess. It was a difficult decision for the Arch-Angel. For one, raising and training a Lord Arcana took nearly a thousand years. Their mastery over Holy Magic was nearly unparalleled. For the angels, they were the elite mages. But then again, the bloody countess was certainly a foe that required a cost to take down. The doubt would have cost him his peoples’ life if Raziel did not intervene and scorched a part of the flowers. The decision had been made, and Azaezel turned around to drop a ring of burning holy fire around his people. Protecting them from the trap of thorns. He then beckoned them to rise up to him.
 
Azaezel, in the time given to observe the battlefield from his high vantage point, witnessed how the fortress began to burrow down into the ground. He also witnessed the Valkyries getting torn to shreds by the foul cannons of the metal titan or the vile roses. [b]“What is your wish?”[/b] asked the first arriving Lord Arcana. [color=fff200][i]My wish?[/i][/color] Azaezel thought, somewhat dazed by the battlefield’s size and ferocity. [color=fff200][i]My wish would be to bring dominion back… To raise the banners of the angels high once more… My wish… I wish my wife back.[/i][/color] A spark of sadness threatened to corrupt his heart. But Azaezel would not be laid low by something as human as emotions. Instead, he turned the drop of sadness into a storm of righteous fury.
 
He realized the battle was very much lost. Their advantage: the sky and the maneuverability of their wings was getting negated by the fortress. He witnessed Raziel fly down towards the metal monstrosity. Why he did not know. What he did know was that there was a suspicious lack of commanders on the ground. With Raziel gone, Azaezel looked for the Valkyrie commander: Gwynn. But she was nowhere to be seen. As leader of the first wave, he assumed she was still on or in the fortress. Much like their infiltrator. On the demon side, though, the greater demons had vanished. Once more, Azaezel had no idea where. But an opportunity like this was far too precious to waste.
 
As demon hordes began to usher towards the hole in the ground, Azaezel’s voice barked his orders: [color=fff200]“Ruin the hordes of Hell! Unleash your righteous fury! Leave no vile creature alive! Kill them all! Slaughter them like the savages they are!”[/color] With a cheer of reignited hearts the flying mages, high above the battlefield, began their magical bombardment again. Burning away corruption and demonic presence. Eradicating stench and evil flesh. Proud, Azaezel watched how even the apprentices hurled bolts of fire of various sizes. Some even managed to cast an arc of lightning, sniping away at the demons. But his Lord Arcana were the real powerhouses. Hurling massive balls of fire that exploded upon impact. Some even summoned their beasts. Wolves, eagles, and other white, magical creatures sprang forth and descended upon the demons. Causing as much havoc as possible.
 
Satisfied with his well-trained mages, he rose up higher. His wings still radiant from the charged power, he began to summon up a Greater Holy Seal. It would take time, though, to finish up the seal. But once done the legion of Hell would be very much eviscerated. Reduced to ribbons of troops fleeing from the battlefield at the witness of such a powerful beast among them. The Lord Magnus of the Ordus Evocator was not one that would leave this defeat as devastating as it looked right now.