Crashing the Party [ Closed W/@gathering-storm ]
Peace and Prosperity; Willing and Truthfulness.
The things people used to describe God were a fabrication of reality, a brainwashing hope... “A load of Bullshit.” The female voice muttered, as her free hand coiled in a brief flash of bitter anger, resentment even, towards it all.
She had syrup brown hair was styled in an undercut with a fringe; her eyes a dull grey with white flecks, to match her warm shaded hair, she had olive toned skin - Except where her scars were. Her body was of a Mesomorph (or athletic) Hourglass form.
However to contradict the figurative beauty, her right cheek and jaw was mauled - with multiple recurring splits that revealed the teeth and gums behind it, identically from her left jaw to the outer corner of her left eye, there were two large (gash made) scars from claws. Along with slightly pointed ears, the woman had piercings in all possible places on the ears; along with piercings in the left nostril, tongue, both eyebrows, upper and lower lips and naval.
The woman adorned a white dirty stained vest top; black ripped skinny jeans, and military standard black combat boots; her right arm was tightly wrapped in heavy bandages, they were inscribed with runes and writings of what may look like dirt stains to the untrained eye/mind - but were in fact runes in both demonic and angelic texts.
The woman turned her attention back to the present as she rolled her right shoulder and stretched it out, flexing the muscles and huffing at the sword she held within her hand. It was too long for her height, being five feet seven inches had its disadvantages, as she had to customize the weapons she wielded to her size and balance. But she still hadn’t used any of her magic to reveal exactly who she was... Only one person knew who she was and that was the person she was going to kill.
She had come to heaven just for that, she threw the sword away and as it clattered against the bloodied cobblestone, the woman moved on... She was close now... In the area ahead there was a gathering of angels... She instantly recognized a few of them as ranked archangels, she saw them arguing about something and then spotted the kneeling male, she ignored him. But then a wicked smirk spread across her lips and she chuckled quietly.
It was time to make her presence known and to let these joy-happy fools, know that their impregnable realm had been easily entered and destroyed thus far... She was so close to the Throne of God and yet she felt not fear... But excitement.
She cracked her knuckles and then breathed out slowly, she took a slow walk forwards, before picking up the pace to a jog, then run. Finally she full out sprinted at the gathering, the demoness then released the coil of magyk that had been secretly welling up inside of her. Two blue flaming (Egyptian based) Khopesh materialized in the palms of her hands, they were perfectly sized and weighted in her hold.
The demoness sliced into the gathering swinging the demonic weapons left and right, never leaving herself open for a blow nor was she missing a single mark, she didn’t show any sign of relenting the attack until she had reached her goal.