[center][b][h2]The Angel of War[/h2][/b][/center]
[center][i][h3]Camael[/h3][/i][/center]

Camael hadn't slept, he never did seem to sleep anyway. It was an early  - morning the air was cold and thus it didn't seem appealing for him to just go outside willy-nilly even though he would have to. Today was Tuesday his favourite day of the week. His day. The day where he [s]forced[/s] helped his peerage to train to become better in order to help them work more effectively as a unit. He had decided that today would be simple one on one match between peerage members, first one to be on the floor for longer then 10 seconds was out. A simply fair rule in his regard after all being the angel of war you've seen enough battles to the death to know its terrible training for the one whom loses either way he was downstairs in the building in which he owned.

The office building, located on the outskirts of the city was rather plain in appearance from the outside. It offered no real telltale signs of what occurred within. Inside however it had a lot of space due to Camael liking to collapse random walls when renovating it. It was a wonder the building was a sturdy as it was. Still, it served its function greatly. The downstairs area had a large hall like room which used to be capable of holding office cubicles for people to work, now it was just an empty room with mats on the floor. Perfect for sparring. The upstairs areas had been converted in praying, and recreational areas. The most upstairs floor also referred to as the third floor had been converted in a sort of dorm in the event that his peerage members did not have other places to stay.

Simply put Camael fills the building with what makes him happy, warriors, praying, and general enjoyment of life while one lives it. Still he had to perform part of his morning routine before the day of fighting. So here he was knelt in front of an Alter in a room in the building, off to the side. It was a simple whitewashed room. The only thing of note was the alter and the room had only one window seated directly behind said Alter, He knew the god of the bible was dead but each day he payed homage to his lord and to his other fallen brothers in arms from the countless wars he had fought. He wondered if anyone would join him in his morning prayer or if they would perhaps be more inclined to just start to just hang around in the main hall. Simply he did not care for what they did as long as they remembered the one whom they glorify with each deed.

However he would remain knelt there for a good few minutes more, well to at least half past 10 which would likely be five or so minutes. Of him kneeling there with sword in hand making a rather noticeable hole in the floor wider, the same hole he keeps putting said sword in. It was with that he said "Amen." rising to leave as he stood outside in the main hall. Waiting for his group to assemble from whatever things that aren't battle. They had to prepare for the peerage battle on Thursday and Camael wasn't the type to let a loss go.