• The night was cold, the winds harsh and unforgiving, as if they were punishing the cloaked figure that ventured the streets. A black cape whipped around violently in the wind, though the figure continued to tread the streets of this otherwise motionless city. A somewhat harsher gust blew by, knocking off the character's hood, revealing a head of long, lustrous black hair.

    "He won't be happy about this..." The man muttered disdainfully to himself. This wasn't like him; to be so late was not his usual behavior, especially being late to such a powerful being as Death. He trudged on through the streets, but came to an abrupt halt in the center of Main Street. From his cloak his left hand rose, with his index and middle finger pointed outwards. He dragged them back down in a smooth motion, and a purple rift opened where his fingers led it. It expanded abruptly, allowing the man to step through. Once he was through, it vanished silently, as if it never existed.

    “You’re late, Nosferatu.” A voice boomed from the shadows. Nosferatu had entered an odd room, that Didn’t appear to have a floor, just what appeared to be a river of flowing purple energy. It pulsed wickedly, almost as if it had some sort of…killing intent. The same flow spanned the walls of this empty space, all of it emanated one, and only one energy.

    Death. Even to a being as powerful as Nosferatu, Death’s energy was easily dominant over his own, and sent chills up his spine, even after serving him for three thousand years. “My apologies.” Nosferatu said articulately.

    “Regardless, I have a task for you.” Death boomed, [“You’ve been followed here. The Angels seek my head, even if they have to follow such a lowly being as yourself.” Death’s words stung Nosferatu; even after so much time had passed, Death still belittled him as if he was a five year old. Before he could respond, Death continued. “You must kill the Angels before they enter this room. They can’t proceed directly here, they, unlike you, must proceed through the Maze of the Iron Maiden. Use this to your advantage, and eliminate them there.”

    Nosferatu nodded and spun on his heels, in the direction of the maze. Without warning, he vanished, and appeared at the end of the Maze. “Alright Angels….let’s play.” He said, with a sadistic grin playing on his face. He saw the white aura of the Angels in the maze, and a war cry tore from his lungs. A single Angel flew into the air, and saw Nosferatu. “I see a minion, up here!” The Angel called to his comrades. Another four Angels rose to the first one’s level, and hovered there, their wings silently flapping in even beats. Four of the Angels had white lances, but one stuck out. He was armed with two white katana. Silver armor covered his chest, and formed an armor mask over everything but his mouth.

    As if he was mocking the leader, Nosferatu summoned Dark Armor of the same appearance, bearing a purple color. Two black katana formed in his hands, and his eyes glowed a brilliant purple. A malicious laugh filled the air as Nosferatu ferociously lunged, taking the life of an Angel with one fell swoop of his katana. While midair, two black wings burst from Nosferatu’s back, allowing him to fly around while combating the Angels. The three remaining Lance Angels charged at Nosferatu, chanting holy script. Each of them aimed a palm at him, and white lightning burst from their palms.

    “Fools! Do you think I will fall to such feeble tricks?!” Nosferatu laughed aloud at their attempts as he blasted the attacks away with slices of his katana. The bolts shot sideways, and sent cracks up the stone walls encasing the maze, causing the ceiling to crumble down. Nosferatu used the falling rock to his advantage. The Angels had to dodge the rock, while it was decimated whenever it came within five feet of Nosferatu, due to a dark aura circling him. He placed his katana into sheaths on his hips, and black fire formed in his palms. He focused the fire into fireballs, and threw both of them at one Angel that was having difficulty dodging the falling rock. The fireballs quickly ended the Angel’s life when they made contact, for they immediately overtook its body in a blaze, burning even the bones

    The other two Angels, obviously smarter than the first, placed their palms together. A white portal absorbed the two angels as sacrifices, but forced Nosferatu and the Angel Leader in. Nosferatu found himself in another dimension, with water below them, and a large waterfall roaring in the distance. Above them in the sky were thousands of giant towers, hovering in the air, completely motionless.

    “You two….this dimension is forbidden….” The Final Angel sighed as he placed his hand on his mask. “But…I will honor your sacrifices, and kill this Demon with my true strength.” He said as he began to remove his mask. A blinding white light shone from the mask when it was removed, and remained when the Angel threw it aside. As he did, Nosferatu noticed his long, blonde hair, and fierce blue eyes. “I never thought I’d have the honor of fighting one of the Angel Generals….Sigfried.” Nosferatu said menacingly.


    “I suppose it’s your lucky day then. Be proud, for I will be your final opponent.” Sigfried said bluntly.

    “No matter how much I’d like to disagree…he’s right. I’m going to die here…” Nosferatu thought spitefully to himself. “If you’re going with all your might, then I suppose I might as well.” He said mockingly. A black bracelet slid down Nosferatu’s arm, bearing the signs of all seven sins. Nosferatu grabbed the bracelet, and tore it off, allowing the power of all seven sins to purge his body. His skin turned purple, and his energy leaked out of his pores like blood. His katana fused together to form a humongous Nodachi, which was pitch black, and emanating a malicious energy.

    “So I see….you’ve let dark powers contaminate you, all in the effort to destroy me….I would say I’m flattered, but that’s just sickening.” Sigfried said as he held up one palm. Holy energy started to manifest in his palm, and it more than doubled the power that Nosferatu was exhibiting. “It’s over, Demon. Cry of the War Angel!” Sigfried screamed as a giant white beam burst from his palm. At the speed it was going, it would be impossible to dodge by any demon’s means.

    “Hehe….FOOL!” Nosferatu screamed as he tore open a portal in front of him, which consumed the entire blast.

    In Death’s Ascension, a portal opened at the entrance to his room. “Done so quickly…? I’m im-” Death never got to finish before he was completely overtaken, and destroyed, by a blast so powerful, that only Lucifer or Lilith could ever stop it. But, in a few moments, there would be another being powerful enough to absorb the blast.

    Nosferatu stepped through the portal, and walked over to Death’s remains. He held out his palm, and started to absorb Death’s power, combining it with the massive power he already possessed.

    Sigfried walked in, just in time to see the transformation take place. Black scythe blades burst from Nasserite’s back, six in total, and turned into two black, metal wings. His Nodachi nearly tripled in size, and his eyes turned blood red, glowing with such a fierce killing intent that it stuck fear into even Sigfried’s heart. Before Nosferatu noticed him, he charged another blast, but absorbed the energy into himself, making his energy levels spike to levels equal to Nosferatu’s, and forming his katana into a White Nodachi, mustering the same size and density as Nosferatu’s. “Now, Demon, we finish this!” Sigfried screamed as he lunged at Nosferatu with all his might, pouring every ounce of energy into his Nodachi for one final, decisive blow. Nosferatu turned around, and charged at Sigfired, killing intent bold in his eyes, and the malicious energy gathering in his own Nodachi. In the center of the room, their blades met, sparking a massive explosion that completely overtook Death’s dimension, and destroyed the one that Nosferatu and Sigfried were previously in. The explosion of black and white spiraled into a large, malicious tornado, with both energies swirling violently inside. It was so powerful, in fact, that it tore a rift to the world of the living, which was millions of miles away. The two Demigods appeared in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, their collision so powerful that three hundred foot waves formed on all sides. It was visible from even Japan. When the chaos was over, where the two Demigods stood, were two petrified warriors, that would be cherished, and feared, as the creators of the New Order.

    Though they may be remembered in history, their struggle never ends. Legend has it, that, inside those statues are the real warriors, still fighting each other in a battle that will continue for all eternity.