Zaniel

I was never a responsible Angel...

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#2  Edited By Zaniel

When there's veterans on the street and Trump wants to waste money on this, I'll actually laugh if anybody supports it. What a waste of cash. Deluded.

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  • In line with the CVU rules political rules I am relinquishing Julius Jones' (Quietus) tenure as Secretary of Defence for the United States.
  • This is because I am writing a high-ranking official in Nation X [empire] actively.
  • The SecDef position is now an NPC.
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Many miles away, Icelandic Naval Command

"Sir, the anomaly has intensified. Psychic energies are increasing to hazardous levels."

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The Lord Overseer serenely folded his blue palms behind his back, two crimson red eyes surveying a three dimensional holographic live feed of the intense battle between Zaniel and the unknown assassin.

It was a curious battle - one unwilling, or unwanting, to partake, and the other more aggressive opponent? She was unlike anything which had step foot upon this Icelandic Utopia. She invigorated the Viper - in a way an artist saw a new landscape which had to be drawn.

This little assassin had piqued his own intrigue. Her telepathic assault, however, was harming the homoeostasis of Nation X's psychic field. Without averting his shrewd eyes from the battle, the Overseer and personal vassal to the Supreme Chancellor instructed his underling.

"Employ the Triune, Lieutenant - The psychic equilibrium of this country supersedes my desires."

The Lord Overseer hoped that Uma would not notice his interference. In a matter of fact, she most likely would not. Zaniel had demonstrated a variety of tricks up his sleeve and resisting telepathy once again surely would not look suspicious in the heat of the battle. The Triune, weaponized triplets replicated from Alexandra's own DNA many years ago were capable of cosmic level telepathy when augmented by a psychic chamber hidden within Iceland.

Yes, the three women were used. But they liked it that way. For without telepathy... They had no purpose.

The Lord Overseer smiled - watching this battle once again, positively enthralled.

Back with the Angel and the Demon...

Zaniel smirked and squint his eyes, listening to the guttural voice of the Oni. How did somebody not know who Zeus was? To be fair, there was no inclination he was a Greek Angel. After all, the Greek's did not have Angels - nor did they have wings - with one exception, Hermes, the emissary and messenger of the Gods. Zaniel was too a messenger, or Angel, some called him.

The Messenger of Luck. Angel meant messenger in English... He had always thought it sounded far more fashionable than messenger. "I think it's mostly women, actually. Last I counted was..." Counting his fingers, the Angel of Luck looked up. "Fifteen scorned? The sum of my dalliances are as impersonal as one could imagine so believe me, lady, I know a thing or two about being detached."

Due to the Lord Overseers tricky machinations rendering her trick and analysis futile, Zaniel was completely unharmed.

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In effect, it seemed that she had just gazed at him expressionless for a few seconds and edged closer to him. In that time, his wings curled behind his back and vanished with a blinding light, and in their place, the Fallen Son of Olympus was adorned within his entire Spartan attire. "But I assure you - when I penetrate you with this blade it will be most personal."

He curled the archaic blade within his palm, smirking at his corny insult. Zaniel would forever be his same old self in the midst of any tribulation. He took a step forward, the perfectly sharp tip of his sword lined up with Uma's eyes, circling around the woman, first left 180°, and then back to her right... He would only need to land a single strike, historically.

But there was no rushing the master painter or builder, as there was no rushing the master duellist.

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#6  Edited By Zaniel

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"Fine. I guess I have no choice with you, then."

Zaniel stopped in his tracks, smiling at those familiar words. Oh, what a way he had with females.

And then his smug smile vanished.

With just a single step, the Angel of Luck realized that something great was amiss. Greatly, amiss.

Curled fists and gritted teeth non-verbally facilitated the Olympic Champion's looming physical and mental anguish, feeling the deepest and very essence of his being assaulted on a level which he had not felt since Zeus himself cast the Angel from Olympus all those years ago. As though his bones and every cell within his body had decided to wage an internal civil war, he felt the strength weaken throughout his body as his angelic physiology attempted to ward off this cursed attack.

All of such attempt, biologically futile. His biology alone was not equipped to deal such an assailment of evil magic. Succumbing to the pain the Angel of Luck turned and fell to the ground, looking up at Uma with wicked white eyes. He grit his teeth as the last hint of his angelic defenses started to falter, pain surging through his perfect body as though he had been thrown into lava and had accidentally drank it.

"Did he send you here?" The Angel of Luck smashed the ground with a huge crash, cracking the flooring. He grit his teeth so hard it almost shattered them, gazing up at the almost unspoken assassin. "... Zeus, curse you." Uma had given Zaniel no choice. It had been a thousand years since he had used this to survive. Longer, since he had used them willingly. But in the face of certain defeat, what choice did the lucky Angel have?

"Cronus curse you," with a shuddering the entire area started to vibrate wickedly and uncontrollably, one would not have been stupid to presume this was the females doing - and then it all went a little insane.

Zaniel began levitating off of the ground, a small gathering of dust beneath his feet raised a few inches before the entire bar exploded in a chaotic boom!

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Two dark wings fired out from the Angel of Luck's back at breathtaking speeds and wrapped themselves around his body in a protective shielding, a sonic boom accompanying both as a cloud of debris swept over him and everything else not destroyed in the immediate vicinity, the entire bar vaporized and anything not attached to the ground swept away.

The Pankration Prodigy's feet kissed the ground, landing with a dramatic thud.

He kept his head low, his hands by his sides, and then let out a faint laugh.

"Good try, girl. But those old wings can save me from all."

He rolled his shoulders as they cracked, taking a huge step forward and gazing at Uma intensely. "Now tell me the meaning behind this before I beat you so hard even Asclepius's medicines will be unable to save you."

He took another step closer, two angelic fists curling angrily.

"Did Zeus send you?"

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The Angel of Luck let out a chortle, laughing at this mysterious assassins misguided intentions. He raised his palms in an uncaring manner and shrugged his shoulders and then stuffed them into his dark pockets.

"The coin is yours. I have no need of human trinkets."

Turning around the Olympic Champion rolled his eyes. Although it did make him curious. Without the power of luck, would the assassination attempt have gone far differently? Would he have sensed her without whatever had happened to her allowing him to? Either way, a clawed female who didn't even want to show her face wasn't exactly a worthy opponent.

Stopping his exit, which had only been a simple turn, he glanced over at Uma. "Go find some easier bait, neophyte." The word meaning rookie, or novice. "You aren't a good assassin. I'd suggest that guy over there-" he pointed over to a sleeping drunkard, a man who had slept through the entire ordeal due to his intoxicated state. "Maybe you won't trip over your own feet this time."

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The Angelic being watched Uma, noting her disbelief that he had successfully guessed her gender with a not-so-subtle smirk, the corners of his conceited lips curling upwards. Whoever this was; whatever this was, she would come to comprehend that cornering this Messenger of Zeus would not be as unproblematic as her last prey.

Nevertheless Zaniel did not have a lengthy period to contemplate this zestful turn of events - the assassin dashing in his direction with admirable speed, considerably faster than any adversary he had fought in a very long time. “My name,” that same smirk never left the divine beings lips, his entire persona oozing an intoxicating yet similarly repulsive confidence depending on the viewer... Some loathed confidence.

Others… Found themselves drawn towards it, “is Zaniel.”

With a wink he dropped his glass and coin, simultaneously Uma’s clawed appendage lashed out wildly but with a keen precision. It tore through the air with the utmost intention - his whiskey glass and ancient coin edging closer and closer to the ground as her palm… Passed straight through his chest? Unpredictably the Angel of Luck took a gallivant step forward, utilizing his ethereal form to step through his would-be assassin’s body and at the last moment, attempt to grasp the veil covering her unknown face and rip it off, revealing to his eyes who this Angel Slayer was.

The glass of whiskey smashed against the ground and drenched it with the sticky liquid, the coin luckily rolling across the ground and back towards where Zaniel now stood behind Uma, circling right in front of Zaniel before stopping at the tip of his foot.

He looked ahead at Uma, feeling the torn part of his suit with his fingers.

“You’re a peculiar thing, aren’t you?”

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There was an ancient thought - the best luck of all is the luck you make for yourself.Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect. Luck is a very thin wire, to most. A wire strung above survival and disaster. Not many people can keep their balance on it. But what happened if the scales were tipped in your favor... Permanently? You just might never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from....

The world slowed to a preternatural halt, a freshly poured glass of whiskey feebly failed at filling up a glass as time staggered - momentarily, but world enough for a stench of darkness to sour the lovely atmosphere the Olympic Champion had fostered. To a psychic her innate power would have been felt. To a sorcerer, even more potent. But to an Angelic being? It was as though somebody had opened a can of diseased, rotting fish right in front of his very nose.

Everybody had a gift. Painting, singing, art, history, science, mathematics? Some loved dancing and others could build staircases that would reach the Heavens themselves. The Angel of Lucks? Swordplay- as physics was to Einstein and painting was to Michelangelo. The ability to wield a sword was his utmost skill, incomprehensibly effortless. His swordplay was only just a tad behind his recklessness, however. For if he was not the Angel of Luck, it would have surely cost him his life eons ago.

"You're not the first lady to lose control around me," having spun around in his stool, the Angel barely avoided Uma's strike, her demonic claws slashing through his impeccable black suit and drawing a little of blood from his chest. Zaniel looked ahead at her, leaning back upon the bar, in his right hand, the glass of whiskey, in his left, the old coin.

He winked, unaware what true danger he was really in. "I have that effect on women, you see."

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#10  Edited By Zaniel

Húsavík , north coast of Iceland: Zenith's Bar

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Too many times had Zaniel discarded mortal life as petty and fickle. Why should he give a care in the world for a mere mortal which would live for... 60, 70, maybe 80 years? In the time it took for a human to live and die, Zaniel didn't even celebrate a birthday (which happened every decade due to his prolonged life).

Usually, the Angel of Luck could toy with and do whatever he pleased with a mortal... But the last few years had been different. He had been the unlikely leader of the Champions of Peace and somehow... Perhaps... Fallen, at least platonically out of friendship, for the strangest mortal. She had never known, but during a raid upon their headquarters, Zaniel had heard her cries as she was injured and felt... Saddened. A terrifying feeling. Zaniel, the Angel of Luck and Olympic Champion who had lived long before Christ's name was muttered upon the earth, was growing attached to these humans...

...Húsavík was home to the Exploration Museum, a museum about the history of human exploration. Here Zaniel had successfully located an old coin belonging to one of his now deceased human friends, a Greek man, thousands of years ago. Searching for why he was changing - accepting humanity in an equal light rather than something to amuse himself with. Over three thousand years ago he had known the man whose job it was to create these coins... Fostered a friendship all that time ago... Had his friendship with the human world really begun so long ago?

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