memory of a war

I had a dream last night of a war it was between the rebels they had taken to a new tactic of ripping the wings off their enemies and cutting their thumbs off so they could not fight . It had angered us very much because we were not using cruel methods like that. The rebels had taken up camp at a temple left abandoned in a realm far back in a region a that not many used. Uriel had ordered 12 squads to go and destroy this camp and use any means necessary I was not in a squad nor was I in any of the the ranks sent there but I was told to go along with 12 others of my just in case. I wore my black cloak and my armor carrying my double spear naganita. I was told not to let anyone but the captains know I and the other 12 were coming along the captains name was. Soriel he was not happy that we were even their because he knew of our way of fighting and how it looks to those who don't practice the ways of the blood in combat. We hung back and let him do his battle the way he wanted too. We did not advise nor did we help, soriel and his group had just taken over a temple that was being held by the rebels and was being held for executions but everyone angels that went in there was dieing of poison. I and the other 12 went in and were ambushed our kind did not need to communicate to move as a team for we by ourselves were worth a squad in an army alone. There were about 40 rebels in the temple when I was told by the other destroyers to check out the chandelier. It was in the shape of a baphomet and there was an angel on the chandelier in a sacrificial manor on their poisoning the battlefield. We took him down and put that angels soul to rest and that's when we joined the battle, we were angry that someone would do this to another of our kind and we were going to make them pay in blood and death. 13 destroyers exited the temple removed their cloaks opened our 6 wings and told the angels in a voice that would blow your ear drums get off the battlefield field or die with the enemy.I called for my naganita in the ancient language unleashing the rage and thunder that I had the other 12 doing the same as lighting filled my blade I cut my arms from shoulder to wrist and let the blood circle me and I called for a dragon of fire and death to come and destroy those that stand before me. The rebels were in shock that they had angered destroyers but did not care that we were there they rushed us i can not speak for the other 12 but I dispatched all who stood before me in seconds without mercy or regard for how I did it. I called for the wolves of blood and found the leaned of the camp on a mighty monster. I held my spear ready to throw and as I threw the spear lightning struck it and it hit the monster in the for head. Without a weapon I used what I knew I ripped and tore my way to the leader getting up from his fallen mount. The leader attacked me with his sword with lightning fast speed I snapped his hand off that held his sword and turned him around ripped his wings off and armor while his neck was vulnerable I said to him and his army loud enough for all to hear rip another angels wings off and I will drink you like the rivers of the Nile and pile your bodies as a monument to my act. I sunk my fangs into his neck and drank his blood dry taking his soul with it and threw his body as his second in command who was kneeling at me as another destroyer did the same to him. The battle was over and a victory was celebrated by the army. Soriel was not happy with our methods but was happy the battle was over.


I wrote this as best I can to memory of the dream and I welcome comments

Sorry for the double post my tablet is on crack.

*chuckles darkly* If there was anything to be said about the Necrolim, it's that they were NOT to be messed with... There's a REASON I didn't ever take an entire army's worth of them into battle: 10 or 20 of them were more than enough to fell an opposing army, and the Absolute were especially powerful. I always took such pride in the Necrolim's abilities...

As I read your account of that battle, I felt angrily shocked at the rebels' cruel methods—The Necrolim and I had a strict code of honor (we were only to resort to such cruel methods in times of extreme desperation, and even then, our methods were never THAT cruel), and thus it angered me to see such a display of cowardice that they couldn't fairly fight their opponents—and when I read your account of the battle, I felt no small amount of pride and like justice had been done. You had made your point clear to the enemy leader.

I remember always asking for a report on an assignment whenever I stay behind. I remember sending you to lead it. I believe my words before the assignment were something along the lines of, "Slaughter those honorless pigs. Make it clear that when we become involved, we leave nothing half done and that we don't tolerate such disgusting behavior."

And as you bowed and began to walk away, I called you back for a moment and then said, "One last thing... Make an example of them: take their commander's soul... I want our message to be as sharp and piercing as an arrow through the heart..."

Your report after the assignment was... VERY satisfactory. The others had never approved of our methods—as you said—but at least we fought with more honor than those cowards who unfairly and unjustly left their opponents defenseless...

~Melari

I remember making a report to someone but the power I gained off of that leader allowed me to get more insight into thier workings and why they did it. I was shunned from that day for those that saw me fight were ashamed at me for the i fought and the way i sent my message but all I said to them was if you have a problem with the way I handled that then why don't you come and show me how I should have handled. The destroyers were not welcome on the battlefield nor were they very liked in the city. I don't have a very high recollection of who told me to go on that mission alll i know was what i was told to do and who i was told to kill. Melari im glad to see you finally remember who i am but if you have any other memories of me feel free to add them on i am curious to know what you know. I remember other battles but not as clear as this one.

Yeah, we were pretty much outcasts in the city, and more or less an absolute last resort on the battlefield. Few approved of our methods, but our methods were quite effective, to say the least. The way we fought was practically forbidden. Most did not understand our methods, and thus they feared them. We were feared... Feared by humans and Shadow alike. They feared what could become of such a power, the power we wielded, but we could control it, and that's why they don't understand: because THEY were incapable of wielding what we could, let alone controlling it.

I couldn't even walk through a human village without someone screaming, "Death is among us!"

In the city, I was respected, but that most of that respect was gained through fear (unintentionally, mind you). The only ones who genuinely respected me—without fear or anything—were the other Keepers... and the Necrolim. The Necrolim were a family of sorts to me. I was always endlessly loyal to them, and them to me.

Zariel, know that though the others had shunned you, you did well in that mission. And you still had a family amongst the other Necrolim and myself.

I honestly don't remember much about you though aside from what I mentioned. I remember you always followed orders, down to the letter, you were ruthless, completely merciless, practically feral. Off the battlefield, you were more down-to-earth and very polite and respectful; you never hesitated to bring any concerns about a mission or something to my attention and you also had very legitimate concerns. At the same time, however, I remember that you would just as easily lay your life on the line for an assignment; no hesitation. But if something went against our or your beliefs, or our code of honor, then all hell broke loose!

~Melari

I'm glad someone remembers me I thought I was the loony one. Lol