The terrible conclade of war painted a terrifying and broken image across the landscape. The smell of gun-smoke heralded the flash of artillery and tank-fire that sent blood skyward, and brought the great monolithic buildings to naught but cinders. For as far as the world was wide, it seemed, rubble and corpses were strewn about the dark, delapidated streets of Damascus, lost holy kingdom of righteous men. Blood flowed like rivers, and the soldiers, essences corrupted and contrived by the guised tampering of Exael, unchecked Demon of Earth and minion to the Prime Evil Asmodan, murdered on.
Several weeks had come and gone since the Angel of Secrets was dispatched by his Father to hunt down the low ranking demon, but it was too late. The demon, disguised as silver tongued handsome politician had coerced the earth into a third world war, and had taken to the field to slay the mortals himself, and thus Raziel's order from the Lord was prioritized from non-violence, to destroying the foul creature for its sins.
A flicker in the weave of edification immediately alerted Raziel to a throng of demonic presences, and as he suspected, several legions of varied, snarling and burning infernal demons came forth from the void, maws dripping with maliciousness and shredding claws soaked in vitriol. They swiftly filled the intersection(of which Raziel stands within the center of) in great quantities, but were kept at bay by their quarries unwaveringly holy presence. All about him a swirling mass of power bled, saturating the air, and bending the world about it.
"Be gone!" The dark robed angel exclaimed. "My business lies with your master, and the masters of your master, not with you. So be gone! And be spared so that you may cross me another day."
He offered them, by virtue of his nature, an escape. Though he knew their nature all too well. The weight of conscience pushed him to extend the gesture regardless. The demons did not abate and did not flee, as the angel anticipated, but instead leapt, crawled, and flew to assail Raziel, though they were not prepared for what came next....
"Very well... Lucene!"
A burning darkness that existed within and about Raziel characterized Lucene's presence, and that burning shadow replicated and multiplied the evil, and malicious intent within the demons as they crossed her threshold to such an extreme that it became a volatile anti-essence, dissipating extreme amounts of negativity across the targets, resulting in a hail of contained explosions, sending debris, dust, concrete, essence, and viscera sprawling eratically in all directions.
The earth beneath the demons who were grounded at the time of meta-physical detonation was depressed and cratered, though everything within or around Metatron remained pristine and untouched.
"Come to thee..."
A second flash, this time far brighter than the corruption from just moments prior, stabilized and manifested upon his Damascus armor the items of Wroth: Gauntlets and greaves, a serpentine bow, and a great infernal shield. Items that would undoubtedly become of use shortly.
Exael remained at large, and the Angel of Secrets would not allow him to escape a second time.