The Darkest Truth (Alixandre & Rhynarion)
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				Title: <strong>The Darkest Truth (Alixandre &amp; Rhynarion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Life in Color</strong> on <strong>22-06-2015, 16:47:59</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://psnellingsspirit.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/light-from-dark1.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Auriel</strong>.</em></div><br><em>The Heavens and Angels, created from the same drops of blessed blood from Anu's emptying veins were not filled with light until the archangel came into being with her kin. There were nine that would fill the minds of Mortals and Nephalem alike, eventually: Imperius, Itherael, Malthael, Tyrael, Hadriel, Inarius, Izual, Yaerius - and beloved Auriel, the most treasured of all the angels. It would be she that would lead the voices of the High Heavens in song, it was she who would be light to fill the darkness of creation, it would be she would who bring Hope to creation, and would it be she who would work most intimately to maintain balance among the angels - to find the light even in the darkest of places.<br><br>It would be Auriel, only Auriel, who would be brave enough to question the actions of Imperius during the Sin War. Auriel would be the greatest voice for the continued existence of Sanctuary and its race of demon-angel offspring. Out of Anu's children, it was Auriel who would walk best in Anu's footsteps - she would understand that Hope was present in both and good evil, even if used for different ends. These important traits that only Hope could have were not earned so easily. Like the Humans and the Nephalems, the angels had been young once - their attentions consumed with the evils in the Burning Hells - the remains of the pure evil known as Tathamet - and trying to keep evil from rising up to swallow the light of the High Heavens. <br><br>The Angiris Council, which would grow to be the embodiment of Anu's greatest virtues had not yet grown into their proper mantles - they were their best and their worst, youth burdened with purpose that would shape the entire existences of worlds beyond their knowledge.<br></em><br><div align="center"><em>Malthael - <strong>Wisdom</strong>, hard-won and the leader of the Angiris Council.<br><br>Imperius - <strong>Valor</strong>, prideful and hot-tempered.<br><br>Tyrael - <strong>Justice</strong>, impartial and disconnected.<br><br>Itherael - <strong>Fate</strong>, distant and mysterious.<br><br>And, Auriel - <strong>Hope</strong>, compassionate and pure.<br><br>These creatures, however, were <strong>not</strong> the only creations of Anu's blood. <br><br>One last blessed drop mixed with a breath from Tathamet, and from it was born <strong>Truth</strong>.</em></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbseg/1560/1560457-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><strong>"And I will stumble &amp; fall,<br>I'm still learning to love.<br>Just starting to crawl.<br><br>Say something, I'm giving up on you.<br>I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you.<br>Anywhere I would've followed you.<br>Say something, I'm giving up on you.<br><br>And I will swallow my pride.<br>You're the one that I love,<br>And I'm saying goodbye."</strong><br><br><br>The High Heavens rang with the sounds of metal clashing against metal as wings moved the air around them, pulling their users through the delightful greens and pastels found within the Gardens of Hope. Dirty blonde, almost brown, hair slithered in the braid that wound down the back of her shoulder-less white dress and ended itself just after the white skirt that protected the most intimate spaces of the archangel's bottom half. Black cloth peeked out under the skirt and protected the bare skin of her legs that the long boots she wore couldn't - black cloth that ripped as the spear tip grazed it enough to make a point. Blue eyes that were almost dark enough to be black glared at the taller figure as its lips moved into a smirk. A small cut lingered under her right eye from where she had let the larger angel too far into her defenses. She didn't have long to dwell on it because he was there again, pressing her defenses and the smaller angel dashed backwards, pulling herself into the air.<br><br>"Auriel, I'm not going to chase you." it was her turn to smirk down at him.<br><br>"Then it shall be your loss, Imperius." her laughter mingled with the holy light that filled the space around them.<br><br>On the ground, Imperius grunted and his own wings moved the flowers around him into bowing as he shot up after the form of Auriel. Immediately, the sword in her hands came down in a swing at Imperius' head, but Solarion's long shaft was there to block the assault - and to remind Auriel that between the archangels of the Angiris Council, it was not she who was physically strongest between the five of them. That agile form that Imperius looked down upon was her strength because she was able to easily sail out from a guaranteed attack, and a see an opening. Imperius pushed up against her sword and Auriel let it go from her grasp as her wings pushed her backwards. Sweat made her exposed shoulders glisten as they shrugged off the the rune-dressed, white cord known as Al'maiesh. Al'maiesh had many purposes, but now she used it as a weapon and smiled victoriously as the cord-whip wrapped itself around Solarion. The muscles in her strong arm tensed as she gave the spear a strong tug - something that Imperius had not been ready for - and the spear left the hands of its owner. Her other hand now wrapped around Solarion as her eyes met Imperius' with a sparkle of curiosity.<br><br>"I have disarmed you. That means I am the victor, Imperius." his grimace was more than trophy enough. <br><br>"Well done, Auriel. You dropped this." Tyrael joined them in the air, carrying Auriel's blade back to her and beaming his approval at Solarion in her hand.<br><br>"You were right, Tyrael. I am most dangerous with Al'maiesh, and perhaps I should leave the sword to you." she tossed the spear back to Imperius, who caught it without a second thought.<br><br>Imperius stared at Auriel with an expression she hadn't seen before and it made her feel uneasy. Carefully, she wrapped Al'maiesh back around her shoulders before she nodded a goodbye to the other two archangels and let her wings carry her up into the sky, then out past the boundaries of the High Heavens. Creation, Anu's greatest gift, was still an empty space if one did not venture into the High Heavens or the Burning Hells, and it was here that Auriel drifted easily - the Unformed Land. There were other creatures of power here, but they did not pay the archangel any attention as her wings split the clouds and Auriel's mind wandered. What Auriel did not realize was that her solitude was a result of the uncanny, bright light that dressed every inch of exposed skin, every inch of wing, every strand of hair that made up the physical form of the archangel. <br><br>Her boots sighed onto the ground as Auriel found a newly-formed space in the Unformed Land - it was not like any she had seen and her curiosity was captivated by it. What sort of creature made its home here? She was going to find out, or the natural call back to the High Heavens would take her and she would return the next day. 
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