In his bright purple eyes, he declares with absolute solemn, "I will kill all the Seven Deadly Sins and burn them to the ground…"

His words didn't surprise Hayan, his anger and desire are justifiable. "No, it’s not your responsibility,” Hayan said.

"Then I'll join the Radiants. Together, we'll kill them all, for our family!”

All the talks aside, Hayan felt some exhaustion too and he brushes off the heavy talk "I'm going inside now, I need some sleep, and you should too. Again, there's no place for worrying." He picks up Cloud's cup "And I'm taking this. Goodnight, Cloud."

Now that he is alone on the balcony, quiet in the middle of the night. Wondering if he could do such magic, recalling the events from Busan. How the hell did I do any of those?

He looks at his hand, and moves his fingers, waiting for something to happen as he waves like an idiot. Surprisingly, purple energy flows through the tip of his fingers "Woah... Heol!" He fiddles with it and the energy slithers to his hand at his will. He faintly chuckles as he plays with it. An idea sparks, he manipulates the energy to his palm and presses it with both of his hands, and the energy compresses forming a sphere of unstable energy. Cloud was so mesmerized that he could do magic. He tries to do something again, he spreads his fingers, then the orb of energy unravels back to flowing energy, as he plays with it, it transforms into a black mist swirling in both hands uncontrollably. Out of nowhere, the golden bracelet on his wrist glows and shakes vigorously, and the black mist slithers around his hands, he flinches and shakes the black mist out. The bracelet absorbs every drop of the uncontrollable dark energy. "Shibal!... Wh—what was t-that," He checks himself if something is lost on his body and what else the bracelet took. As he went inside, a voice echoed, the same voice earlier. This bind will not hold you back!! He flinches again and rushes inside, miraculously not disturbing the two from their sleep.

...

Deep in the dark on the mystical mountains of the Sierra Madre, Archangel Raphael brushes through outstretched vines, tall grasses and towering trees in the middle of nowhere accompanied by ten Radiants.

Hours after meeting the Seraph in the central city of Eden, he was straight away sent on a mission to track down and neutralize a horde of Aswangs in the mountains.

He draws both of his pistols and merges them together, forming a sniper. Pitch black and only the bright full moon from the night sky is the source of light, he climbs an enormous tree and scopes a broad area hoping to spot their target. In a dark place with no human in sight, away from civilization, a perfect place for a Schatten to roam around. Raphael commands his team on the ground through his comms "Stay alert, we don't know what's out there, it's too dark we can't see properly.” Then he drops down from a 65-foot tree without creating any sound, quietly landing on the ground like a soft feather, he disassembles the sniper reverting to black and gold pistols and holsters it. Why the sudden emergence, especially the Aswangs, are they back or is it just because of Envy's orders? Or because of—

As Raphael silently ponders, one of the Radiants carelessly casts a bright orb to light up their surroundings "The hell... it's so dark in here. How can we conduct the operation if we can't see properly in the first place?"

With that careless action, they are risking their stealth and chances of the element of surprise if an opponent is sighted, as well as gambling their lives in the mountains with no backup. Raphael snatches the source of light and immediately crushes into bits, angered by his careless actions, he grabs the ensign’s hand, "Have you lost your mind?! We don’t know if this place is crawling full of Aswangs…"

All the remaining Radiants behave themselves, his eyes alone petrified them.

"Use your mind, guns and swords will not be sufficient in a battle," Raphael says. He lets go of the hand of the novice and looks around their surroundings, assuring if they are compromised or not. He climbs once again and attempts for another recon through the dark mountains "When are you parasites going to show up? Now that you’ve seen a beacon…" he mutters.

He slowly draws his gun out as he senses an aura that he cannot get a grasp of. What is this? Are we in danger? Where? While holding his pistol, stunk and viscid sensation he felt on the grip, he took one good look, stained in red and smelled like iron. A reek of blood.

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As the moon shines on the ground once more giving enough visibility from below, Raphael aims his gun at the novice’s head. Without saying a word, he put a bullet straight through his head. He leaps down with guns raised, "Draw your weapons!! They're here!!" The body of the dead Radiant on the ground morphs into a heinous indescribable fiend and crumbles into dust.

Loud wailing noises come from every direction; they have been cornered. "Get down!!" Raphael shouted, crossing his guns and an immaculate quantity of mana concentrates "Godaim: Crimson Dance..." In a flash, he spins himself with his arms stretched outwards shooting his gun in every direction of the Aswangs, dancing with guns blazing. Powerful bullets in red trails made everyone scramble in fear, it was useless, and their number decreased drastically as bullets poured rain upon them.

One of the assailants jumps at the Archangel. Raphael takes action by blasting him with bullets, but the bullet is repelled. Teleporting in front of the Archangel, the Aswang with a morphed face and diverse patches of animal skin around its body, sharp teeth, and drooling in blood bites Raphael.

Before it could even touch his clothes, he rips off the jaw "Get off my face!!" Raphael says. Aiming at the Aswang's head. The Aswang shrieks its lungs out, and a swarm of Schattens emerges from the dark. And before it can harm Raphael which they never will, their bodies thuds with bullets buried deep through their skulls.

Aswangs are master shapeshifters, with enhanced ability to shift into any type of lifeform, animal, and human. Their shape-shifting abilities also allow them to transform any specific part of their body separately, making them adaptive and versatile in certain situations. They follow their instincts... kill and eat.

"Kill as many as you can!!" the Archangel commands. They immediately stand up and pull their weapons together after the devastating attack from the Archangel. One of them holding a sword aggressively charges at an Aswang, the monster screeches at him and two exchange strikes. The Radiant hits a rapid slash to the Aswang's arm, another to the heart, and lastly to the head ending their life with ease.

As the chaos ensues, Raphael transforms his pistol into a seven-round revolver. Materializes one silver bullet in the chamber, he points outwards and says... "Godaim: Ricochet"

Blasting at the horde, bursting with mana and flames the bullet bounces on every kill with guaranteed accuracy on the head, leaving their flesh and heads splattered on the mountains as they hunted by the bullet. The Aswangs that lusted for their blood are now weeping in misery and crumbling into ashes. Raphael gazes at them dying one by one. Nothing but ashes, blood, and screams of fear envelop the night.

All was left but Raphael and his men soaked in blood in a pile of ashes beneath their feet. Victor is theirs.

A one-legged Aswang crippling away from the eyes of the merciless Archangel. Raphael dashes in front of the Aswang, and the fiend shivers in absolute fear knowing he has no chance of surviving.

"Talk, while you can. Why risking to show yourselves again? Didn’t I burn half of your kind into ashes? Every. Single. One. And I will not hesitate to do it again." Raphael said.

"P-p-please...mercy! Mercy!!" The trembling, stuttering with tears welling down. He’d rather die now than be questioned by an Archangel slowly succumbing him to death.

Raphael summons another bullet, he looks at the Aswang dead in the eye and says "That wasn't the answer I was looking for..." he said as he grabs the poor Aswang’s head.

"SPARE ME! I BEG YOU!"

He puts the red-hot barrel at the head of the Aswang scorching it with unbearable pain. "One."

"NO, NO, NO, PLEASE!"

"Two"

The revolver melts the skull as Raphael slowly buries the barrel. "Last chance..." Raphael said as he cocks the gun.

In terror, the Aswang is unable to speak anymore...

"Three"

Then Raphael shoots the pitiful Aswang, bringing the most unendurable pain on him in a fraction of a second until its body disintegrates into ashes, with the remains splatting on Raphael’s face.

Now everything is settled, all of them gather before they leave the place. One of the Radiants praises the Archangel for his flawless display of power, "Sir, that was amazing! They have no chance of winning because of you. You even identify the impostor among us!!"

"Godaim: Ricochet"

Then a bullet pierced through the head of all the remaining Radiants. All of them fall off the ground lifeless. Raphael wipes his gun covered in the blood of the Schattens. “Requiesce in pace” he expresses in condolences.

Aswangs, despite their incredible ability to transform into such lifeforms, to the naked eye, their appearances are flawless. But there’s one defect, their smell, they always reek of blood. Raphael’s squad during their recon must’ve been hunted from one to another and replaces their role as they kill them slowly and quietly behind Raphael. Their heinous corpses crumble to ashes beneath his feet.

…

At a far distant cliff, a wide fat man with a serpent gazes upon Raphael. "What a sight to see...," said the snake as it transformed into a human, then he followed “Did you find pleasure watching that?”

"Yes! Yes! Gluttony loves it, I want more, more!" the fat man replied.

"Hmm...unfortunately Gluttony, maybe in another time... Those ten years of peace made them soft huh? Yet he still lives up to his title as an Archangel, the number of Schattens taken by those guns could be equal to the death count of the Archangel of Africa."

"Gluttony doesn't want to think, thinking is boring," Gluttony said. A slithering stretched anaconda caught the eye of Gluttony, without giving it any thought, he smacks the snake splatting its remains, Gluttony slurps it all “Delicious!! What will Envy do now?” he asks Envy.

Envy only smiles at him. "I will leave the rest to you, I think it's time to get that hunger to work again," he said and left with a temporal rift he shattered.

"Gluttony is left alone… I guess Gluttony will have all the fun alone."