SashaWindrider

Exodus

Azurael thanked Sephiroth, her curiosity sated. "I would love to see the others sometime, if possible."

"Narkissos. I think I have heard the name before. Perhaps mentioned by one of the Archangels. I was privvy to more information than my ward was, not that she cared much for it." Azurael said.

"I can take my leave if Narkissos wishes." Azurael said, referring to Ma'ai by his last name. Why was she referring to him in such a way? Not habit, she just liked the sound of his last name. "However, before I do leave, has he been made aware of the leadership change?" Azurael asked T'vor. She knew the news would have spread through the rest of camp by now, especially given Sasha had been dragged away kicking and screaming. Azurael felt a pang of guilt at that, she hating seeing her former ward suffer even though she knew Sasha had made her suffer and would have forced her to suffer worse.

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Damien was busy playing with the dragons, he had somehow found them and all four dragons and Damien were currently engaged in a game of tug-of-war. Anuriel was cheering them on. The dragons had taken to calling Damien a new name - Ofansildov, it was thier way of acknowledging his role in transporting the eggs from thier home world to Earth and his gifting of them to thier Dovbormah, Sephiroth.
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Sasha was on the border of camp. While she had helped to raise the border she now found her way barred. She could not find the entrance nor would the camp reveal itself to her. Her magic had worked too well.

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"I would be honoured." Azurael said, she looked a little put out. To which she soon explained. "It is tradition that the leader or ruler of the Angels take custody of the Relics. But I will look after them. "

Azurael replaced the Relics. She paused as she returned. "Do Demons have Relics like Angels do? What do they look like?" Azurael asked. She pictured something much the same but with either a firey or shadowed appearance.

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In the middle of a forest far from the reach of the UNSC or any other organisation sits an encampment of soldiers. This encampment is small and very easily mobile. You may or may not be a part of this group. If you are not already a part of the group you may well be met with hostility before they can trust you enough once you have proven yourself.

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Azurael looked up at the sky. She would not stop the rain, she liked rainy weather.

"Personally I think it would be best that the Princess does not stay in camp. Her mere presence could incite rebellion at best, a revolution at worst. We can not have a war on Terrain soil, not this early." Azurael said.

"I apologise if my opinion is unwarranted." Azurael said meekly.

Azurael lead the way to her tent and retrieved the Relics:
- A pair of scimtars with a gold hilt and a blade bright silver in colour, which seemed to glow with in inner light. The scabbards and belt were plain and black but finely worked.
- A pair of gauntlets made of the same luminous metal as the sword.
- A circlet made in a celtic type braid pattern, also out of the abovementioned metal.

The Relics were wrapped in a plain brown sack cloth type rag.

"The craft for the Relics was lost long ago and no trace of thier metal remained on Genisis, at least on the Angel side. Many searched, but alas."

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"I will always stand at your side" Azurael said and she meant it.

"The relics are in my tent" Azurael said, leading the way to her accommodations. She had not told Sasha she possessed the Relics, even though Sasha had a right to claim them. It was just as well, Azurael thought to herself. Sephiroth was a far more suitable ruler and she was more than happy to pass on the Relics to him. She had no doubt that when Sasha came back and was actually ready to ascend to the throne then Sephiroth would pass them to Sasha.

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Azurael held up her hand and clenched her fist. The guards advanced and surrounded Sasha. "Not all Angels are loyal to you. I have charge of my own group."

Azurael let her fist fall. Two of the guards took hold of each of Sasha's arms. "I had hoped you would allow us a more diplomatic solution. You are far from fit to be a ruler but it is not your fault. What is your fault is your attitude. You may have cast me out and condemned me to death once but I still cared for you." Azurael said as the Guards led Sasha away. Sasha was kicking and screaming the whole way.

"My platoon had mixed in with the Angel guard on my instruction. I am glad to see that it worth it. Your weapons need not taste blood." Azurael said.

"I hope I served well." Azurael said looking at her ruler.

"I also know where the Relics if Office are should you be willing to accept them."

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Despite her previous insistence that Sephiroth take her place it appeared she was no longer so keen to give up her place. "No. You will not. I will not allow it." Sasha said firmly. "No one will, not while I still stand."

"That can be arranged" Azurael offered, lightning crackling around her and the clear sky suddenly becoming overcast. The display was short lived. "You will kill your people if you are not carefully."

"No I will not, you want my position for yourself don't you" Sasha growled.

"No. But you need to give it up."

"The angel guards are still loyal to me. They will stop you lot from usurping me. Guards!" Sasha said, the last word shouted.

Guards quickly surrounded her tent. Azurael however looked entirely unconcerned.