• Once, their was a great trouble crafted by the non-other than the Devils of hell. The battle of Arret Yolh soon comensed and so terrible was the carnage of war the gods with greif sent one worrior, the only archangel alowed to take life in the name of gods... With the Ardent blade -holy blessed with devastating aura- in hand she drifted into battle.
    With no emotion, one swing of the holy Ardent purged the demons and scorched land with hells own flames, but the devils hand held an ace -witch no dought came from the sleave- that would deliver a death blow.
    It crawled from the far below the Earth, breaking free from the crust just feet away from Myrtael.
    Upon seeing the horrid creature She suddenly broke out screaching and wailing.

    "heh not pleased to see me? i've so missed you! my love." gargled the monster. Its narled skin blackend and chared.

    "It cant be! this is with befell you?! the Gods have no mercy..." Myrtael pled with sorrow in her voice and heart.

    The devils creation stared... "NO! you did this to me!"

    a leap with claws bared, finished."Now I do upon you!"
    In mid-flight a great slash of the Ardent cleaved the fiend in too, with a shutter, it died.... but myrtael still wepped, she cryed for eternity untel even the color blead out of her eyes. Why? the creature was once named Malkuth, the only one she ever truly loved.... She is dead within.