He felt her presence before she spoke, a look of disgust finding its way onto his features as he stopped his forward motion, his right hand reaching upwards to pull a few strands of his wild hair away from his face. Glancing upwards he took in the form of the Fallen Angel. He ignored her initial comment, his mind instead focusing on the apparent braveness or stupidity of the creature. She couldn't truly believe she would survive an encounter with him, he had bested Fallen Angels by the handful many times before.<br/><br/>He watched as her fingers moved about, feeling the energies changing in the air around him. It wasn't a personal attack, he had enough mental defenses to warn him if she was attempting to subdue him psychically. Curiosity hit his mind for a moment as he wondered exactly what she was doing, if she wasn't attacking him then what was she drawing power for?<br/><br/>The answer quickly became clear as the world around him shifted into a frighteningly realistic illusion. He knew this was her ability, Iofel had once been a glorious angel and with her ability she had done many great things, but now... she was nothing more than a hollow and twisted shell of her former self. Now she was nothing more than the scum he slaughtered on a daily basis.<br/><br/>His thoughts came to a screeching halt when Ariel's image centered in his vision. He felt his throat close and his mouth run dry as he watched her scream in agony, her face twisted with the torture he knew she was surely enduring. There was a sudden and very powerful urge to leap for her, to pull her from her torment, but he knew it was impossible, this was nothing more than an illusion created by Iofel to discourage him. There had been many times since his escape that he had considered bursting into Hell to rescue his Brothers and Sister, but he knew it would be suicide and would only end in his re-capture. Her screams once again tore his mind away from his thoughts. He could hear Iofel's cackling laughter dimly in the background. He wasn't sure if it was actually what was happening, or simply a creation of her sadistic mind, but he did know that it seemed as if she was asking to die.<br/><br/>As the illusion faded and reality came back into play once more, his eyes slowly lifted back upwards towards her form, noticing that she had already lifted herself up into the air. He imagined she believed that she could get away from him before he could catch her, she obviously knew very little about him. It was a dangerous thing for her to even bring herself within his proximity without some type of backup, it was even more of a mistake to toy with him like she was.<br/><br/>His right hand lifted upwards, coming to rest around the hilt of his sword, hanging to the right of his neck. "If you think you are leaving here alive.... you are mistaken Iofel..." He spoke, his voice hollow of emotion, but filled with the certainty of his words. With one clean motion he pulled his weapon free, his wings expanding outwards to their full length. An angel's wings at full stretch is an impressive sight to say the least, but they were dwarfed in comparison with those of an Archangel. Even with the plethora of tears and scorches, blood stains and frayed edges, his off-white wings were a beauty to behold, a testament to the strength given to them by their Father.<br/><br/>Just as he was about to make a movement to take the Fallen Angel's life, his eyes suddenly snapped to the left as his head twisted, looking off into the horizon. Something was coming.... something much more dangerous than the child before him. For a moment he felt worry, he didn't know what it was, but it was powerful, which normally wouldn't give him any reason for pause, he was powerful as well, but facing whatever this creature was alongside having to battle Iofel definitely changed the scale of things. However he quickly pushed the thoughts from his mind, this was the purpose of his creation, the battlefield was his home, he would not fall this day...