Chapter 6: Dragonborn vs. Nephilim 

A roared of rage was released creating a firestorm.

Corvelia emerged from those flames. The dragonborn scanned the place and immediately found her prey, Estrea. Akatriel felt chills on his spine as killing intent flowing from predator to the prey permeated through his body. Estrea who was the target of the killing intent collapsed on her knees in fear.

"Grrah!" Corvelia rushed at her ready to strike.

Akatriel held his ground between the two despite the terror creeping on him and intercepted the attack with his lance. The blocking the strike caused his hand to go numb. Before he could retaliate Corvelia had disappeared in a blink from his sight.

"Estrea run!" He screamed to the silver haired girl in panic.

Despite the order Estrea remained frozen in place as the figure radiating thirst for her death swung its blades towards her neck.

A shadow loomed upon them and blocked the strike before it could have severed the girls head. It was Geraldus, the teacher had finally decided to step into the situation.

"Akatriel, get Miss Elise and Varis out of here."

Akatriel released his seal upon Varis. He carried the pair on his back and ran away from the location.

"Wake up young girl." Geraldus tried to call Corvelia back to her senses.

But the reply she gave was a growl and relentless attacks with her weapon. Geraldus fended them of with his shield only for it to slowly gain dents after being struck again and again.

"I said wake up." he bashed her with his shield to push her back. He then hit her with a left hook on the cheek hoping it would be enough to wake her up.

Blood dripped out from Corvelia's lips but the deed only seemed to add up to her rage. She clenched her fist. The flames enshrouding her changed from the ordinary orange to deep scarlet red.

"That flame!"

She swung her fist.

"Chet. [Adamantine Guard]."

Geraldus' shield glowed with defensive aura as he tried to block the attack with dread. His feared intuition proved true as her hand shattered the shield reinforced with a defensive spell in a single hit. 

She continued to swing with her other hand. Geraldus' armor was scraped off along with the flesh below by the blade claws.

"Gah." Another hit from the burning gauntlet sent him tumbling through the fields. Blood gushed forth from his wounds and burn marks had riddled his body.

The nurses ran to his side to heal him with their spells but the wounds and burns remained as they are.

Things have a turn to the worst possible direction. Akatriel realized that the flames Corvelia are using were no ordinary flames. Instead it is among the deadliest kind of flames known, Hellfire. She is actually also carrying Nephilim blood aside from being an Avalonian and Dragonborn hybrid. It is as manifested by her black hair and the malevolent flames encasing her.

Corvelia started to walk towards the heavily injured Geraldus.

"Get out of here you two!" He told the two nurses who was desperately dragging her.

Finally gaining a safe distance, Akatriel set down Estrea who was now shivering in fear after seeing their teacher easily beaten just like that. 

"Help everyone evacuate this place." He told the two before rushing in back into the field.

"[Piercing Light]." He sent a barrage after another of light beams pushing Corvelia away from the teacher.

Receiving the assault Corvelia turned to the intruder brimming with anger.

(Shit I've just dug my own grave.) "Miss Joan and Anne please take Sir Geraldus away from here and have my mother treat his injuries. Also tell her about the situation while your at it. I'll distract her for a while and try to buy time for the others to vacate this place."

"That's too dangerous."

"There's no other way. My Holy Lance is currently the only one that can counteract with her Hellfire. Please leave her to me." 

Is what he bravely said, but deep inside his legs are at the verge of giving in. His teacher was taken down in a matter of seconds. Restaining someone that has the ability to control Hellfire and currently going on berserk would be too much for his current capabilities. Its the adults responsibility to respond and take care of this anthropomorphism of hell, but.

(You can go berserk all you want when you're with me.) The words he had told her continued to echo within his mind. "There's no turning back now. I made a promise with you and I won't turn back on it, can you hear that Corvelia!."

(Do I risk using them and having that ability of mine revealed? No, I might still be able to seal her with the holy spear alone. I'll just use them for last resort. Just to be sure) "[Nocturne Mist]."

Black fog spread covering the entirety of the field creating an artificial night and obstructing the view from the outside.

"Now, [Omnisience]" He rushed towards her activating another spell. "[Hallowed Grounds]." 

Spears of light once again marked the territory nullifying magic, despite that Corvelia seemed unaffected. The flames encasing her is negating the effects of the field. 

Corvelia released a fire breath. Akatriel defended himself by slashing with his spear downwards splitting the sea of flames into two. If it weren't for the divine protection granted by the spear, he would have been turned into a scorch fried Nephilim. Lance pointed out, he dashed in through the breath of fire.

What met him after he emerged the flames was a burning claws heading straight to his chest. 

"[Lucent Strike]." 

He countered it with his spear piercing it to pieces but Corvelia grabbed on the weapon instead and swung her other arm. The blow connected breaking his rib cage and knocking him back.

"Guh. Endure it!" He prevented himself from falling down with clenched teeth and summoned five successions of his binding spell [Light Shackles].

Before she could break away from them, he used his sealing skill. "[Sealing Cruciform]." 

Corvelia was struck by twelve consecutive stabs. The sealing runes then began to spread around her body and the flames cloaking her began to weaken.

"I did it! (cough)...(cough)...please make it work." He fell on his knees coughing blood. 

Corvelia also fell on fours as her flames beginning to wane. Akatriel felt relief despite his injury making it hard for him to breath and approached her to check.

"Hey, you okay now?"

"Grraahhh." Hellfire once again erupted from her body burning away the angelic runes, taking Akatriel by surprise. 

"Uh-oh."

He received an uppercut squarely on his chin launching him high up in the air. Corvelia leaped after him appearing after a few moments above her target and delivered a downward kick. He vomited more blood as the kick hit his abdomen hurling him into the ground and creating a crater upon his impact.

Unsatisfied Corvelia used her winged shaped flames to propel herself toward her prey on the ground, rushing down towards him like a descending comet. An eruption was created as she struck the ground. The whole field was shattered by the huge shock-wave she produced after hitting the half-dead Akatriel.

"Gahhh!" Akatriel screamed in pain.

"Akatriel!" Elise now in control of her body screamed in dismay at the anguish sound released by her friend.

Seeing the intruder now motionless and at the death's door, Corvelia left him and began to walk towards where Elise's voiced was heard .

"Shit, lets run!" Varis pulled at the still shaken Elise.

The Dragonborn shot a fireball towards them but somehow something invisible blocked the attack. It was the barrier set around the open field. She compressed another fireball this time thrice the power and launched it shattering the protective boundary.

"Oh gods! even an adept class barrier was destroyed in a flick of her finger." Varis spoke in dismay.

Corvelia once again started to create another flaming orb. As she was preparing to throw it, a very strong and inhuman presence stopped her midway in her act.

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The pressure was coming from behind. Deep within the crater.

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Akatriel opened his eyes with a start. He was lying on the ground, but where he was currently is not the combat grounds. It was an empty place in the borders of day and night.

He remembered the past events and understood the current situation. He had passed out and his real body is currently unconscious. Where he his now is somewhere deep within his consciousness.

Two figures we're on his both sides. On his left, to the side of daylight is a girl about his age in a simple white gown. Her head was covered by a veil and a halo could be noticed a few centimeters above it. Behind her was a pair of white feathery wings.

On Akatriel's right was a boy also of the same age clothed with a black hooded cloak, the hood was hiding his head which had a pair of horn on it. Also on his back were a pair of black bat-like wings and a tail.

"Hey, what's with the ruckus out their? I thought its supposed to be a rest day today. How can we rest with those noise?" the girl complained.

"Easy on him Anael. Him being here without prior notice could only mean a few things. And based on the commotion we heard from the outside its most likely he had been wasted." the boy concluded.

(Geez you guys are harsh. Are you really my guardians. You haven't even noticed that I was half dead up until the very last moment.)

"Hey you know we could hear your thoughts, so why not just speak it out. Of course Azrael and I are your Guardian Angel and Guardian Devil. The spiritual energy you borrowed from us all through your training this summer has depleted our reserves past half the total capacity. We had to hibernate to recover it quickly so its your fault for not telling us you need help."

"Okay. okay.It's my fault alright. I thought I could handle it alone. Well rather changing the topic where's the third guy?"

"Hmm? didn't you almost use up all his energy. He's still passed out hibernating to recover. It may at least take him a week to wake up." Azrael reminded him.

"Well I don't have particular comments with that...err...I'll make it up for him next time. Now rather changing the topic once more, I still got a problem to handle."

"Aren't you just trying to escape our reproaches. Hmm...well whatever. Why? What's the current situation you're in?"

"The problem? I was fighting a half-dragon on berserk. Even bigger problem? She's a part Nephilim with the ability to use Hellfire."

"That explains how you got your ass kicked even after I've entrusted you the Holy Spear. So should we use that?"

"It's the only way we can fight her on even grounds, I'm no match with my current strength."

"Okay then." The girl agreed.

Akatriel and the girl began to chant at the same time.

"Holy angelic guardian, use thee as thy vessel. To protect and save. To bring justice and peace. [Posesia - Primus Anghelus]."

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Corvelia perplexed, turn to the intruder who has risen once again. His wounds were healed and his tattered clothes was replaced by a white garment and a shroud covering the upper part of his face. His eyes were glowing white through the cloth and a halo was surrounding his head. Behind him a pair of wings made of light were spread wide and his whole body began to shine with radiance.

Anael has now taken over his body. He has became light himself, with its speed, properties and capabilities.

"[Daylight Seeker Form]." Akatriel and Anael's voice overlapped with each other.

He recalled the Holy Lance that was struck on the ground. It flew straight to his hand and transformed with two more blades protruded from the base of the central blade turning it into a cross spear. The divine aura it emits also multiplied by ten folds.

Corvelia felt him released a very strong pressure. The next moment, he disappeared without trace. She shielded her front with her gauntlet out of pure instincts. Split a second later she felt a strong impact pushing her down on her knees and causing the ground beneath her to cave in due to the heavy pressure from the attack.

Breaking free from the attack, she jumped back to gain distance away from her opponent. Her effort became meaningless as Akatriel once again vanished, reappearing behind her. To him who could now move with the speed of light, his enemy only seemed to be moving in slow motion within his perception.

Akatriel hacked with his spear without giving her time to react. Her wing of flames were scattered and the armor's back was torn to pieces. To escape, she let herself fall on the ground and tried to roll away. However Akatriel stomped on her chest to stop her roll and brought down his lance.

Corvelia blocked it with her gauntlet only for it to be wrecked. The lance was brought down once more.

(Wait!)

The blade missed its mark only nipping on the Corvelia's neck.

(What is it?)

(I only said to STOP her from rampaging, not KILL her!) Akatriel complained within his head.

(What? You should've have said so earlier.)

(Hey! That person is already a friend of mine, killing her is not an option. Your an angel aren't you, don't you have a better way than this?)

(Just kidding. Switch me out with Azrael after I retrained her movements, he'll take care of it from there.)

(What I'm about to do might kill you though.) Azrael chimed in warning Akatriel.

(What! Are you kidding me?)

(Relaxed. You're the one asking for the impossible in the first place. I'll just revive you back if you ever die again.) Anael assure him.

(Tsk...that's not reassuring at all. Fine, you're enjoying this aren't you. Just get on with it.)

(Okay.)

The pinned Dragonborn released a fire breath. Akatriel jumped back to evade it.

Corvelia bolted towards him in fury. She slashed and struck with her claw to no avail as her target gracefully evaded her attacks while taking his time to counter-attack. Every now and then he would find a chance and cut her with a cross shape wound. First on the  back of her left hand, next the right, after that the right ankle, then another to the left side and finally to the center of the chest. Completing those marks, he struck the ground with his spear. 

"[Inquisitor's Cross]."

Upon impact a huge cross emerged from the ground behind Corvelia. Blood gushed forth from the wound he made and anchored themselves at the four corners of the cross in a form of chains. It dragged her to the cross and shackled her with it in a crucified figure.

Corvelia tried to break free to no avail. The spell's power depends to the degree of the seven deadly sin one bears, which in her case was overflowing with wrath.

(Now.) Anael signaled.

"Infernal demonic guardian, use thee as thy vessel. To dominate and slay. To bring chaos and bloodshed. [Posesia - Primus Demonius]."

The white cloth worn by Akatriel turned into a black hooded cloak. The cross spear he was holding transformed into a obsidian trident. He grew pair of horns, wings and tail in a form of shadows. His eyes turned pitch black and his body as well seemed to blend with darkness as Azrael had taken over.

"[Midnight Threader Form]."

Shadows began to form a magic circle on the ground they were both on.

"I'll be devouring that rage of yours missy. So just keep still. [Ira Devoro]."

The shadows from the circle pounced at Corvelia entering her body. After a few moments the shadows along with Hellfire flowed from her mouth going unto Akatriel's. Slowly the Hellfire began to dissipate.

Meanwhile Akatriel felt his throat burn going further deep within his body. Even when possessed with divinity and evil his body is still but a mortal.

The flames covering Corvelia had all completely faded. All her rage was drained causing her to fall unconscious. 

Akatriel on the other hand could feel his insides thoroughly burnt after consuming all those Hellfire and rage. Overcame by agony and the rage he absorbed his his sensed finally crumbled.