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It had seemed two armies were charging, in this downtown district of Metal City... These armies would only ensure a battle though, and not a war. In between both of them was Altus, his Rapier sheathed in its scabbard as he remained in place, his natural seating position. Currently, he was nothing more then a deceiver, lying to both sides... But, within the deception was certainly some dignity. He couldn't stand the constant back-stabbing, and forgiveness from God, he was afterall an Archangel, for the sole purpose of serving God, not begging him for forgiveness. God's assignment for him was extremely dire, and the loyalty was all that had stuck to him. He had visited the depths of Hell and back, tainted by the dark, cruel soil of such a Hellish Realm, he'd still return to the beautiful, Heavenly Kingdom. Within Metal City, at this very moment he was sitting down thinking deeply to himself, ignoring the Demons around him, his so called "Comrades" he was only a grunt in Hell, a mere servant to Lucifer... In Heaven, he served a purpose, one above sheer fighting a sacrifice for a pathetic cause, he was an Archangel, and still is, Diligence. A pig-demon behind him to his left side had nudged him against the left should with alarm. "The Angels, they're approaching. Get prepared to defend this post, Grunt!" Ordered the Pig-Demon, a 2nd Lieutenant to this Hellish Army. As ordered, Altus got up from his position as the other Demons around him began to run rampantly, using chaos as their only fighting style. There were screams of shock, disgust, pride, but, it was all worthless to him, hearing it from the Demons. The Angels charging forward were armed, and locked in a orderly fashion, quietly charging forward... That is what Altus wanted to be apart of, not a valuable Outpost for the Demons.
"What are you doing?! Arm yourself, Grunt!" Ordered another Lieutenant, a crow-demon loudly, as the Demons were now in position, and starting to charge towards the Angels whom were charging towards them. As ordered, once more, he had drawn his Rapier, its red blade, trying to be lustful for blood, but was unable to since it was made for peace and not war... The Demons around him began running faster and faster, so that he didn't stick out, he had done the same. "AHHH!!!!" They all shouted, their battlecry as they got nearer and nearer. Then, there was the sudden clash, the blades clinging and clanging, the cries for help, and the noise of blood, this was all around Altus... Altus even witnessed some Demons feeding on a fallen Angels flesh, it was disgusting. Like the other Demonic soldiers, Altus had to fight in order to maintain a guise, so, he had begun slashing at the Angels, just not there vitals... Keeping as much alive as he possibly could. Angels had started using their Angelic aura to fend off the horrid demons. It was successful, but, only Demons were effected by the glorious, stinging lights coming from the Angels swords, of course, Altus had to play along if he didn't want to be caught, he was used to lying, and deceiving, and cheating his way through the life as a Demon, but, God understood all of this, and God knew Altus was serving him loyally, in a different sense. Once the holy lights diminished, the battle continued, and there were further clashes... It would remain this way until the battle was won by either the Angels or the Demons... Altus, was forced to go along with all of it, through his Diligence, came dignity, and with dignity, you receive duty, something Altus upheld...