"You're right." Mors flex his hands as he took a stride towards David, causing him to slightly pale and take a tentative step back.

David laughed. "Of course, I am right. At least your not completely stu..."

"You're not a demon, I know this because..." Interrupted Mors as he took another step forward causing ten or so armoured men to step between him and their young lord. "I am."

Mors' cloak burst into flames, instantly turning to ash and falling onto the floor revealing his true form, however, the only one that was surprised was Mors. Not only did none of the men front of him even flinch, but most were also now grinning like they had seen the stupidest thing on earth.

A broad smile crept across Davids' face. "Gotcha."

**BOOM**

Suddenly Mors was catapulted across the room, smashing through a wall and into the street. Coughing up a mouthful of blood, he shakily rose to his knees but as he tried to stand, his head was slammed into the stone floor.

Looking sideways he saw a white flash before feeling intense pain in his ribs and felt a floating sensation as he watched the world, or was it him, spin, before crashing back down to the floor with a dull thud.

A heavy, metallic foot slammed into his back, pushing Morrigan's spikes deep into his skin and pinning him to the ground.

Mors struggled to raise his head as he watched David, accompanied by his guard's strut out of the Inn and cross the street before stopping 10 feet away from him.

Behind them, he saw Kara and Runt, peering out of the hole he created nervously, currently being ignored.

Making eye contact with Kara, he roared out defiantly "Do you think I will RUN from you?"

Seeing Kara nod her head and shoot out of the hole, disappearing down an alley with Runt, Mors internally let out a sigh of relief. -"Looks like I am not as bad as I think I am. I wouldn't be able to leave them behind, so now they are gone. I might have a chance."

David laughed. "Run from me? no. The Angels that just kicked the living daylights out of you, well... it's too late to run now."

The pressure on Mors back lightened, and he was flipped over as a silver sword's point was held at his neck "Surrender demon, if you resist any further we will kill you."

A small trickle of blood fell from Mors' mouth. "I don't think I have done much resisting so far."

A man and a woman, dressed in sparkling white, plate armour, with meter long, feathered wings, towered above him carrying grim expressions like they had just stepped in dog faeces.

Mors coughed another mouthful of blood. "On what charge?"

The woman coldly smiled. "Attempted murder of the Lord Centras son among others."

"I was set up... wait I didn't even actually make a move apart from walking and burning my cloak..." Realisation dawned on Mors as the smile vanished from the woman's face and she slammed her foot into his stomach. "SILENCE FILTH!"

-"Looks like I was a fool to think angels would be linked to the stories from my old world... Seems they are just corrupt and prejudice as everyone else." Thought Mors as he sniggered. "Ahh, so you're in on it, you corrupt fu..*BLARGHH*."

Another kick to Mors' stomach caused him to lose its contents.

The male angel placed the tip of his sword on the ground and pulled out an old looking book. "It seems you do not wish to cooperate with us, there for we shall pass judgment here."

"Mors Letus, In the name of the Sacred Temple, you are charged with the attempted Murder of your Pathfinder peers, the slaughter at Kanis, Kidnapping one of you...kin... and the attempted Murder of Lord Centras son, David Centras. How do you plead?

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-"MOTHER FUCKERS! Those backstabbing arseholes, not happy with trying to kill me once, they want another stab at it. Ooohhh I swear if I get out of this and am going to have some fuuunn with them." Mors gasped for breath before he revealed a weak smile. "I guess as I failed two out of three, so I plead Incompetency?"

The male angel's kick, aimed at Mors' head was a lot stronger than the females and caused Mors' vision to blur and his senses dulled as he battled to remain conscious.

The male angel straightened. "Do not mock the teachings of the Sacred Temple. In accordance with international law, you have been found guilty and will be immediately executed, May the Goddess of Light have mercy on your soul. Do you have any final words?"

"...ts..aw....an...yy" Mors' head was still rolling around from the angel's kick as he muttered something incomprehensible causing the female angel to lower her head, breaking her stance. "You may be a demon, but it's your right to have your final words heard. Speak."

Suddenly Mors' eyes focused, and a grin spread across his face. "He who fights and runs away lives to fight another day."

The angel's brows furrowed in confusion before realisation flashed across her eyes and she began to pushed the sword dangling at Mors' neck down with all her might. "SCUM!"

The sword penetrated nothing but air as it fell as Mors' body had already turned into black mist, seeping through the cracks of nearby drain cover.

"Why didn't they tell us he was a spectre type" Roared the male angel as he raced to the manhole, he ripped off the cover only to find a deep, dark hole that, even without his wings he would not be able to fit down.

The only things left where Mors once lay, were a pile of clothes, a small bag and a spiked chain connected to some blades and a spike which everyone, including the angels, ignored.

Seething, the female angel stomped to the hole before shouting into it. "Do not think you can escape us demon. On my name, Diana LightFall and my position as High Executioner, I will hunt you down and make sure you face righteous judgement."

A chuckled rumbled upwards and out of the drain, holding no mirth or happiness. "You're a little green behind the ears, Diana Lightfall, High Executioner of the Sacred Temple... This must be your first demon hunt, that or your use to trampling over the weak."

The male angel used sign language to tell Diana to buy more time as he whispered to the soldiers gathered and sent them off to secure the exits to the sewer system.

Even though she was only buying time, Diana's face turned red at Mors' mocking tone. "Ha, what right do you have to lecture me. You're the one forced to hide in a sewer."

Mors' voice now contained hints of disdain. "You want to kill me, I am still alive, I say that means I am winning at the moment, no?"

"Your condition is... temporary." Snapped Diana as her sword tip repeatedly pierced into the ground in annoyance.

"Wow... I think you on the wrong side. Really! With your brutal, corrupt ways and quick wit, you would make the perfect demon. Well if you didn't make so many, some might say, fatal mistakes."

Trying her best to contain her temper, Diana forced herself to ask the question. "What mistakes have I made?"

An amused voice resounded up the hole. "Well, the first was that you let me know of your existence. Before today I had never even heard of the sacred temple."

"It won't matter as you die today." Yelled Diana.

"The next is that you let me see your face. Not only do I know of your existence, I know what you and big and grumpy look like."

"Like I said, it doesn't matter."

Ignoring Diana Mors continued. "The next was when you stupidly told me your name and rank... I mean an address with a list of your friends, family, lovers, pets, acquaintances and anything else you hold dear would be nice, but with the info I have, I am sure I can work it out."

"ARE YOU STUPID! YOU WILL DIE TODAY." Roared Diana as she smashed her sword into the ground causing a small crater to appear.

Mors' laughter echoed upwards. "Now, now don't get angry, or I won't tell you your biggest mistake, in fact, it makes all the others pale all the others in comparison."

Taking a deep breath Diana calmed herself. "Speak, what is this so-called mistake."

"Well..pfft." Mors burst into laughing. "I guess its..hahah... its...."

"TELL ME!" Diana was now too worked up to care about her image and was screaming down the hole.

"BHAHAHAHAHAHAH...You couldn't tell you have been speaking to one of the sewer sound transmission crystals...pfft... placed down here in case the citizens needed to be evacuated! AHAHAHAHAHA." Like a dam bursting, Mors' laughter echoed out of the hole and across the street as the regular soldiers looked dumbstruck.

"Be seeing you soon, Diana Lightfall, High Executioner of the Sacred Temple. I am sure you will know when I decide to pay a visit, you know, with all your friends and family being slaughtered in the most horrific ways you can imagine."

"YOU DARE TOUCH THEM!" Diana dropped to her knees and bellowed into the hole like a ferocious lion.

A man riding a horse flew down the street before skidding to a stop in front of them. "Lord Angels, the spell formations have just picked up something releasing high amounts of dark energy exiting the southern sewer exit at an incredible speed."