Zak
Heat and demonic mist spilled out of a tear in the earth as a portal opened across the ground in some obscure part of heaven out of sight of the citadel. Swirling flames and molten rock fused in a circle like a glowing red pool and after a few moments, Zak and his fiery creations emerged. The bit of red mist that came through the portal dissipated quickly, feebly assisted by the absent waving of the red haired angels hands as he cleared the smog away from his face. One by one, each of the flaming entities Zak had summoned faded into cinders and smoke. All except for the large golem, who sat obliviously on the ground next to Zak, towering over him.
The fire and light faded as the ground solidified beneath the angels feet and the portal sealed itself away. Once again the cool air and warm sun of heaven greeted Zak. A sight that made him feel a bit less agitated from fighting in a chemical warzone. The battle ultimately was a shorter one on his part but it was still a pain in the neck for him. A battle with no purpose other than for the sake of fighting was something the angel steered away from. He mulled over why he bothered going in the first place. It took him a moment, but then the reason returned to him.
Coughing a bit, Zak straightened his jacket, briskly brushing off some of the dirt and dust, before turning around to gaze upon a somewhat large tree house a few yards away.
"What a blasted ordeal that was..." He scratched at the tattoo on his wrist.
"Well? C'mon Checkers. Ah believe this is about the time ye show up outta nowhere with some one liner." The golem tilted its head curiously, watching Zak as he called out to nobody in particular. A few quiet moments passed while the red haired angel tapped his foot against the grassy ground, anticipating a familiar voice to greet him.
B.E.A.S.T
Standing alone amongst the pale dunes, Beast gazed up at the ascending angel as she grew further and further away, distancing herself from the creature she had inadvertently awakened. Wind howled across the wasteland hollowly, blowing loose grains of sand across Beast's chrome body. After processing the situation for several moments, Beast withdrew its gaze from the stars as Miyu finally disappeared from view. Clicks and whirs accompanied low mechanical whines and bellows as Beast paced for a moment. As the heap of scraps that was Daimyo came back into view, the mechanical creature paused. It seemed to come to a conclusion in its own primal way, rearing up and having at the metal corpse once more. Just as before, Beast began tearing off and consuming chunks of the mech's hull.
A blur of motion riddled Daimyo's body as the frantic feeding of Beast began to grew more fervent. Sparks and soon heat bled from the heap, followed by sparks of electricity and emanations of strange energy. Light pumped through the neon streaks across Beast's frenetic form. Snarls and bellows echoed out through the grinding and ripping of metal. Daimyo's chest, or rather what was left of the cockpit, began to expand visibly from the outside as something grew within, pushing outwards on the warped plating across its armored body. Finally the tension peaked and the armor burst open in a hail of molten metal bits and debris as something massive shot out and into the air in colossal plume of flames and smoke.
Meanwhile, likely being ignored now, were several lines of data indicating the mechanical symbiote's thought processes which scrolled across the bottom of Miyu's vision. They continued to roll by as she arrived at the overgrown factory. The quiet emptiness of the area greeted her, broken only by the ambience of aging crumbling infrastructure and creaky rusting metal. Nearing the door that was unclear to her, the angel felt as though she wasn't alone. As the cold and rough surface of the wall met the palms of Miyu's searching hands, The distant clatter of metal and concrete echoed out from somewhere around her. The sound was brief and could almost be dismissed until it was shortly accompanied by the shattering of glass.
Through her glasses, Miyu could probably make out the blurry motionless masses that were her surroundings but not much else. However, even though she could see nothing, the angel could feel a presence around her. Something shifting around in the shadows and blind spots of her muddled sight. It could have very well been the wind or the natural paranoia that comes when ones sight is stripped away. Or maybe it was a stray animal, if wildlife even existed in this random unassuming part of the nexus. It seemed the blinded angel might find out real soon.
