Legends of Belariath
Azrael
The wind whipped beneath Samael's wings, the thermals raising him higher into the air as he spotted his opponent, with a final burst of energy he flapped his feathered wings, blood dripping from a gash on his arm onto the ground below.
"Azrael, Stop now! Your madness will kill us both!!"
Samael screamed to his son, having just found out about his own kin's treachery, His mother! How could he!? His own mother! Samael's mind screamed at him, confusion ripping him apart and turning his always rational and calm thoughts into pure anger. With a bellow of rage he swooped upwards to his son, being far more skilled in air and combat than his son ever was, but the bleeding weakening him. Samael's wings flared and held him in mid air before his son, his eyes pleading for an answer from his once loving son to the evil bastard before him now..
Azrael looked below and spun to his left as his father swooped past, the wind biting into his own wings as he passed a thermal and flapped to stay at this height in the air, drawing his own long sword.
"Father you knew! You sent me to kill them and wipe it out, it is what I did! Why punish me'" Samael wanted to hear his son's voice but only heard one of a merciless killer. Azrael simply smiled and flipped backwards in the air and went into free fall, headed to the ground below, his father shocked by this new and reckless tactic he had never shown his son before!
With a snarl escaping his lips Samael shut his wings and nosed dived through the clouds the height the two Torians had reached was incredible even for the elder Torians!
The wind whistled as Azrael held his wings open, falling at an incredible speed, looking to the left of him he saw the man he once loved respected and now hated with all his heart.
"Damn you!"
Azrael Screamed, flying further further downFeeling the very tendons and joints in his wings vibrating, ready to shatter if he did not slow down, his anger consuming him. The clear blue sky rumbled with storm as the two avoided each other, having already before fought in a match of sudden death. Azrael slowly openned his wings and slowed down, now able to see land, the air becoming more breathable, but his father was no where in sight when he looked around.
Samael had slowed down long ago and then plummeted again knowing the wind and it's currents better than most and riding them like an experienced seaman would ride the sea waves. With a howl he saw Azrael before him, who was slowing down a bit too late. He shut his wings again and semi flipped back from his nose dive and rammed his foot into the back of Azrael's head sending him tumbling in mid air for a moment.
Azrael felt a stab of pain in his neck and screamed out and found himself tumbling to the ground below, having faced such a situation he grinned. You fucking bastard you'll never get me this time!
Azrael turned around and opened his wings again, a few feathers being pulled out by the harsh wind and sudden attack.
"Hey father! Nice trick but you forgot I could do this!" Azrael roared and threw both his hands forward, energy crackling and dancing around the palm's of his hands. Azrael felt himself lose energy as he drew it from his body and spoke the words to weave it into a destructive spell. With a sharp glint in his eye from the white puff in his hand he thrust it forwards, the white puff sending out a crackle like lightning before becoming something more physical and careening towards Samael.
"Eat this you faithless prick!" Azrael screamed.
Samael grinned and swerved to avoid the charged energy bolt, disappointed his son wasted so much energy in on attack, assuming that his rage is fucking up all his reason now. Samael swooped past his son, in his hand white energy gathering and turning into smoke than the smoke into feathers. As he swooped past, a feather blade ripped across Azrael's chest and sent blood gushing out of the wound.
Azrael screamed in pain and retreated further to the ground then spun around behind his father and performed a technique tought to him by a friend.
Samael turned to suddenly see his son in his face, contorting his face in disgust he ripped out his blade and prepared to swing it at his son, but suddenly buckling in the air as Azrael slammed his foot into his groin. Another new trick. Samael wheezed slightly as Azrael whipped out his own sword
"Azrael you can't win, stop right now!"
"Fuck you... Samael..."
Samael raised his eyes in pure shock at his son for such pure disrespect, and summoning the last of what he had of strength related energy he swung his blade in a deadly vertical uppercut with his blade.
Azrael had seen such a technique used by his father before and twisted to avoid the blade, however he under estimated the speed as the blade bit into is left arm leaving another gash and sending blood all across his father's sword.
"AAAAAAAAAHHH!!" Azrael gripped his arm in pain as blood seeped through his fingers, falling backwards, only just managing to flap his wings to stay aloft, his crimson feathers soaking the blood and restricting his movement. Azrael looked at his father pleadingly, suddenly seeing through the haze that fell over his mind.
"Father.. No.."
Samael's face looked grim as he check mated his son and sent him to his grave, ducking and leaping forth into the air and ripping an energy contained fist up his son's body, the energy burning into Azrael's clothes and flesh alike, sending him sprawling hundreds of feet to the ground below...
"I am sorry my son.." His eyes began to water and a tear fell down his cheek as he turned and rode the thermals.
Some days later Azrael was found by a wandering healer, he appeared to be dying. Quickly the healer lifted the Torian and carried him towards the nearest guild, bringing him in and resting him down on a bed before searching for the guild elder. Afew moments later the guild elder and the healer returned, a smirk crossing over the Elder's face at the predicament that Azrael was in.
"I believe we have another Torian boy here, he too has red wings and similar hair aswell. He's lost he's memory... I wonder if this will work..." He chuckled to himself.
"My lord, couldn't you merely heal him'" The younger healer spoke up.
"Hah, ofcourse I could, but I've been wanting to try this for a long time. I shall transfer this one's memories into the body of the Torian boy." The Elder laughed.
"I see..." The healer quickly fell silent.
After a long, lengthy proceedure, the result was two Torians lying next to one another, one a young yet rather healthy looking teen, the other a corpse. The Elder quickly took his arm and used magic to form a mark there, mimicking the tattoo on what once was Azrael's arm. Slowly the Torian boy awoke, glancing about slowly before looking to the Elder curiously.
"What happened'" He asked.
"You got in a fight with an Ogre, it bonked your head quite hard. It will take a while for your memories to return. Your name is Azrael."
"I see... and who is he'" He motioned to the corpse next to him, not too shocked by the sight of the dead Torian.
"He died in a fight... I doubt you knew him..."
After a few days of resting to gather his strength, Azrael left the guild and went wandering, always alone. He had few friends, and quite afew enemies it seemed. In the end his journey lead him to Nanthalion and The Lonely Inn, where he has been staying ever since.
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((At the Lonely Inn)
Azrael sat there contemplating his travels to Nanthalion, something didn't seem right' These last few days he's been getting.. Memories he isn't sure if some daemon plagued his soul but he knew well they weren't his thoughts or memories, or were they'
By his side sat his dutiful Slave Ariella Bladewinn, her wings twitched a little as she felt he masters uneasiness
"what is it Master'"
Azrael didn't answer her at that moment but simply layed his gloved hand on her head, petting her a little for a while and then looking up to the ceiling as everything slowly came back.
"Memories....' he answered quietly as he shut his eyes, things he didn't want to see flowed into his mind..