The screams of the damned, the screams of the innocent. They cries of pain, torment and anguish. In night, Washington was under a foe that could not be seen, and when it was they were gone. Not that that their life was extinguished. Oh no. It was a fate far worse then death. An eternity in damnation.

A monster in black with blue glowing lines and metal wings talked slowly down a street. the humans who attacked were killed, and those who didnt were not. His goal: The White House."A boring dance.... but soon time i end it"

Leaning against a lamp post, among the darkness, was a tall figure. His features only revealed when the light flickered on and off. Standing there was a man with long black hair, he's looking down but it's clear there is a large grin stretched across his face. He is wearing a black leather jacket, with black jeans, and black steel toecap boots. In his right hand, spinning between his thumb and forefinger, is a blade that is waist high and made of a gleaming metal, of angelic design. Though it seems that while spinning, a mixed flash of blue and white gleams off the blade. Slowly looking up, still keeping his smile, his hair falls back revealing his unusually pale blues eyes. The pupil in his left eye is not round, but a slit, while the other is the normal round shape. So, you're the one that's standing in front of the many doors to my home. You're not as ugly as the others I've killed but you are a disgusting monster none the less.

"Ah... so this is an entertaining dance after all."He said with a dry English accent. The slow walk then stopped with the male tilting him head. The man was human, though there was something about the man. As the red eyes scanned both the weapon and the man. Who was here. Extending the metal wings would, the hand bound man then looked at the white house."perhaps i am monster. But remember, the humans exile those that they do not understand. i didnt attack those that attacked me... so who is the real monster?"

The blade stops spinning when the question reaches his ears. He grips the handle hard and bursts into laughter. What's this?!?! A Hellion with manners!?! Now I've heard it all!!. Moving from his comfortable lazy position against the lamp post, he walks in front of his target. His smile disappears and his tone becomes cold, It doesn't matter. You are all the same, believing you are not monsters and only killing because THEY started it. All that I have seen is that you are killing and destroying what I am here to protect

"Then it would appear you have two options..." The restrained man said. He broke contact with the male to look down the street as he tilted his head. with that, he began walking down the street to the white house again. He has lost interest with the man as he would retract his wings. As he walked down the street, people fled the scene, either going indoors or just running as fast as they can."You options are: to warn everyone about me going down this street... Or you can kill me... Though i wonder, which is easier"

As his target walked towards him, Celeste felt infuriated that this demon didn't notice who he was. When his target was almost parallel to him, in almost an instant the blade was in his left hand, fully outstretched, and in front of the throat of his mysterious dark target. The doors to my home shall remain forever shut in my face, unless you are stopped and locked away back in hell forever!. With that, his trademark divine flames covered his body in a pattern that resembled armor.

With the glow, it was seen that Ronove did not have a shadow "ahhh~... so you are the who is in forever purgatory... Never knowing hell or heaven.... Celeste, is it?"the monster said with a bemused tone, not really caring about the blade to his neck. Simply pushing it away with one of the metal wing's hand he would stand there, now interesting in the male one again. Perhaps this willl be an interesting night after all, he thought."i am Ronove... The lord of the deepest circle of hell... Though that will not interest you... you care for stand with heaven. In ways you were like my predecessor, Lucifer Morningstar, the fallen angel. Though i wonder... which life do you value... Your own, or though who are afraid because of not understanding what you are?... Fully extending his mechanical arms, the blades of each wings would appear. Out of nowhere, a dark aura would consume the flickering light.

Not caring for the fact that his blade was pushed away, Celeste simply rotates his wrist bringing his blade back round to face his target. Not breaking his sight of vision, ignoring the fact that it got darker, he begins to slowly circle to the front of the bladed-winged monster. Celeste is used to darkness, his eyes have no trouble adjusting to the lack of light, though there was hardly any to begin with. Looking at his targets arsenal when he reaches a stop, Celeste lets out a long, slow whistle, starting low, then high, then back down to a low pitch once more. So my name has gone down that far!? You seem to know more about me than you lead me to believe. Celeste takes a quick look at his surroundings noticing that all he can now see is the darkness erupting from the creature standing before him. He now feels that he is alone with this monster, no distractions, no inocence to hold him back. My name is Celeste Decesso. I have earned many names here on Earth, but the one that is now commonly spoken is 'The Angel Bound to Earth'. Looks like the stage has been set . Celeste cracks his neck, clenches his right fist cracking his knuckles quickly releasing his fist, faint flames traveled along the pattern of his veins. Almost instantly Celeste dashes backwards, clearing 15 feet easily in as little as 1 second, his blade ignites as he slashes in the direction of his target, Divino Fendente!

The stage is set indeed. ready for an age old battle of angels against demons, light and darkness and deciding the fate of many. Ronove looked on as he would watch the male sending forth the flames that were sent the direction of male. As they got ever closer, the bound man would begin to sink into the ground. by the time the flame got to where Ronove was, he was gone. A rippling of the ground was seen, almost as though it was water even though it wad definitely solid concrete. The lamp post began flickering again as the light would begin to flash on and off, on and off.

The mad man who was to have power over darkness. Where would he be now? the light would flicker still. The sound of guns being drawn from holsters would be heard. It was almost at though it was coming from the light post. And indeed it did. Standing perfectly upside down The demon has the desert eagles drawn, using the hands on the mechanical wings. Without hesitation he began to open fire at the angel. Deciding to amuse himself he would deal and see what is fact and fiction about this man."it would appear you are at a disadvantage celestae..."

Hating to admit the demon was right, Celeste was at a disadvantage. Deflecting the first bullet, he charged away just in time to hear the the next one wiz past his ear. 12 feet, he could feel the bullets passing through is flaming armor. Faster Celeste!! Increasing his speed now, the flame trail seems to have thickened. 7 feet, this guy is relentless! Good Celeste hasn't had a challenge in a long time. 6 feet, Celeste rebounds himself off of a parked car towards Ronove, crushing the frame onto the front right wheel and shattering the windshield in the process. Celeste's right arm now appears to have a double-helix flame circling around his forearm. 4 feet, Celeste swings his blade from his side towards the demon,'Not anymore'.