[Arodion]

The rafters creak under unseen weight, the sound moving across the ceiling's shodows to above the open doorway. A black shape drop to the floor, the being's frame outlined in the doorway by a flash of lightning. He steps foward, undaunted by his foe's movements. As he steps into dim light he lifts his head and stares at the opposing being. A fanged smile spreads across his face.

Heavy chains clink at his side, rattling across a mass of belts. Long dark locks of hair fall around his face and run back across his neck to lie in a ponytail between two massive black wings. Shinning silver pupils gaze through the darkness as he lifts up a large metal gauntlet on his left hand. Opening his palm at his foe, a red jewel in its center glows red with life, locking onto the creature's lifeforce.

Closing his hand and cracking his neck the Angel of Mutilations laughs, his voice echoeing through the rotted wall of the desecrated house of worship.
"I feed again Father! The blood of your own blessed ones bring life to my veins and fire back to my heart. Now you send you weary travelers to put me back in the ground?" He gazes at the stranger, "I think not."

Arodion, the Lightless One, Angel of Mutilations pulls his sword from its sheath. A metal ringing from the sword cuts through the silence, its tone vibrating the remaining glass of the windows. Arodion draws the blade out to his side and a flash of red radiates from the blade before it erupts into red flames. Arodion leeps foward, his wings pushing backwards to give added speed to his charge. He kicks off a crumbling pue and swings the sword at his foe, an arc of hellish fire leaping out infront of the attack.