The disciples of The Seven Sins (Short stories)

Wrath

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In the service of the first sin. Wrath. You shall find none more devout to their patron Sin than this the Champion of Behemoth and leader of the Legio of Blood

Luciferon

The Traitor Angel

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"LET THERE BE DEATH" a war cry echoed over the barren remains of what was once a sorcerers sanctum, now their last line of defense as a flood of warriors rushed towards the makeshift walls the defenders had fashioned for the final defense. The attackers demon and mortal alike all wielding melee weapons and high impact kinetic weapons threw themselves at the enemy as most were met with a hail of gunfire and soul flame cast by the few remaining sorcerers. The forces of the sin of Envy putting up a considerable defense

Luciferon smiled as he watched the carnage. The weak who couldn't make it to the wall and trenches ahead were clearly not true followers of behemoths iron will. His mighty axe almost seemed to hum in anticipation of the slaughter to come. Luciferon stood proud overlooking the battle in his millennia old armor of black jagged steel only outlined by an orange glow at the edges. Heated by the red hot fury of his soul. He looked to the sky as the roar of rocket engines erupted like thunder as missiles were launched along with other various artillery smashing the walls and fortifications of the defenders that lead to there inner sanctum. Despite his love for honorable melee combat he understood the necessity of ranged weapons and artillery in this age. He watched as clouds of flame erupted from the impact zone as his skin tingled with excitement. This in all his 200,000 years had never gotten old.

The anticipation to the slaughter to come. A love for battle that knew no bounds

It was this same love of battle and bloodshed that caused Luciferon to betray his brothers and sisters in the first archangel conven. The love that made him slaughter them and cast aside his predestined glory and service as a Saint, casting off his very wings, as an offer to His daemon lord. No. His god, Behemoth.... In all his 30,000 years of service he'd never regretted his choice. Not even for a second. Bloodshed was rewarded enough.

None of that mattered now anyway

Luciferon shifted his axe so his hand fit in the center of prized weapons handle. His mighty weapon, Blood Reaver, was a gift from Behemoth himself after he proved himself to his god. He looked back at his elite berserkers all just as eager for battle as himself, each a war torn veteran of his many campaigns. Demon, human, beast, and former followers of the false gods that think themselves Behemoths equals. The wide variety was to be expected as all Luciferon cared for was not what these warriors are, but what they could do. He was not one to judge.

"Follow me" the demon lord bellowed as he waved for them to follow before beginning the charge towards the sanctum. It was not more than 200 meters from where they began to the end of their charge over the corpses of enemy and allies alike, shells and pathetic magic broke against Luciferons armor as he was first to reach the wall followed by his elites attacking other positions along the wall in order to break the defenses. Luciferon lept, his huge frame clearing the wall and smashing the skull of a defender with his boot when he landed. He died on impact.

More bullets bounced off his armor as he turned and swung Blood Reaver finally beginning to satisfy his axes hunger as he cleaved two low ranking demons with one swipe. A third behind them pointing a shoulder mounted rocket launcher at Luciferon. He fired it only to have the projectile swatted away by the demon lord before him. The shel exploded in the battle field nearby he screamed in terror turning to run but was cleaved from shoulder to hip from behind spilling his blood and entrails in a violent display. None on the wall were safe from the massacre as the forces of Envy fell in scores allowing Luciferons foot soldiers to finally breakthrough and begin their slaughter of the forces within