Though the cathedral was old, it was not without life. The cultists that had made it their home, knew the ins and outs of the cathedral very well. Every secret passage and dead-end corridor was familiar to them. But not only did they know the cathedral's design, they knew its power and its very well kept secret. And as a group of five cultists and their leader prepared a devious ritual on the lowest floor of the cathedral, the entirety of Sahill awoke with dark magic. A powerful black aura erupted from the cathedral's cracks and floors, creeping up its walls and finding its way to the edges of the doors outside. It left a heavy burning sensation on everything it touched, making breathing slightly more difficult and painful.
But the black magic aura proved to be too much, even for the Sahill Cathedral. The upper four floors rumbled, as the cathedral rocked and its old stones began to break free. The top four floors of the cathedral were being pulled downwards by a powerful dark magic, far greater than gravity itself. However, it seemed living entities were unaffected by the magic. Cultists scrambled, bursting from their hiding places and taking whatever shortcuts necessary to get to the lower floors.
The library on the first floor quickly became a pile of rubble, as the kitchen and dining below were crushed. One by one, each room was consumed, and the magic was closing in around the cathedral, destroying everyone and everything in its path.
The Fallen Church of Jubilee
"I'm afraid I do not know what you mean by 'Angelic' Law, but I am sad to state that my presence here is one of survival. If she does not surrender... it would be more merciful to eliminate me swiftly. Unlike your sister, I'm not even of this world. Had to travel through more blackness than I ever thought existed on a strange vessel designed to exist in it in hopes to get back the life I lost before leaving. This 'tournament' is unfortunately 'win or die' for me. Otherwise, I would be perfectly willing to leave peacefully."
Choros paused as the third party made themselves known. He was an elderly man that Choros did not know. He had not felt this man's presence before. And even as he look into this man's face, he could not feel a soul. He truly was not from Earth. But he seemed sincere in his wish for non-violence. Perhaps a bit too sincere.
Choros began to part his lips, but he was interrupted by his sister.
"Congratulations, you've officially turned a brother and a sister against each other... potentially. I hope you're happy, asshole!"
He frowned just slightly. Kai was angry. And now, she had become brash and reckless.
"Do what you think you have to do; I don't even care. It was good catching up while we had the chance though, am I right? Ciao."
Choros watched Kai sprout her wings, and take flight. They had made their decision. Kai refused to give in, but her opponent was willing to cooperate, even at the cost of his life. Choros turned back to face the elderly man, a somber expression on the angel's face. "Forgive me. What I do is not out of spite. It is my duty."
Choros raised a hand and stretched his palm to the air, and looked down at the gentleman before him. "Kneel, stranger."
He complied, falling to a knee with his head hanging low. Above him, a majestic blade materialized in Choros' hand. It was an unrecognizable metal, with a guard that bore the same symbol on Choros' back. It was lit ablaze by a holy blue flame, as Choros tightened his grip. Slowly he lowered the blade, waving it over the man's head as he spoke. "Go with peace, into the next, and only life. Your sacrifice brings you great honor. With blessing, o' stranger."
Choros swiftly struck, but found his blade made no mark. Instead, it crashed into the side of one of Jubilee's columns as it phased completely through the illusion that stood before Choros. Choros' eyes widened, as he pulled the Blade of Life from the stone, and released it back into the heavens. It vanished, and Choros' empty hand became a balled fist. "What trickery is this?" he asked aloud, looking around. "Black magic? On holy ground?" The symbol engraved on Choros' back began to spin rapidly, before stopping in place, and glowing more brightly, pulsating much more quickly than before. "Black magics can never be forgiven," he said, his voice deepening, and echoing over the church of Jubilee.
He ignored the illusion at his feet now, instead turning his eyes to the sky. His blue eyes vanished, instead being filled with solid white nothingness. Clouds began to roll in over the battleground, and the once sunny evening became blackened by Choros' Jubilee's grounds shook, as Choros' raised a balled fist to the sky. His voice was loudly amplified over the church grounds, as he recited his oath.
"By decree, I--Choros, the angel of the cosmos--break this holy seal. May death wash their sins away."
The church grounds stopped their incessant shaking, as Choros slammed his fist into the grassy mound beneath him, and rocked the area one last time. There, he became consumed in a powerful blue light, which formed a pillar over him, and reached into the skies. The clouds parted, and for one brief moment, it seemed as though they were clear again. Then, without warning, the sky became filled with brilliant streaks of red of and orange, as it was soon filled with meteors of massive size. Some were as large as the church grounds themselves. Others were no bigger than baseballs. But as the clouds parted, it seemed that the number of meteors increased by the second. From one, to five, to twenty, and now fifty meteors filled the skies far above them.
And Choros waited. If they died, he need not take more action. If they lived, Choros' would make sure the user of this 'black magic' would be cleansed.