Oya traversed the damp dreary marshlands of southern Xibalba. She liked it here. The avid moisture in the air helped diminish the static electricity that periodically discharged from her body. She had finally decided to seek out this boy that Thanata had mentioned to her a few weeks back. And for some reason she could now feel his pull coming from Sagev, which is a much shorter walk than where he was previously. She ignored the wispy apparitions that littered the former battlefield as they floated by her, usually moaning some name of a loved one from a forgotten life they once had. She never understood ghosts. Why would they bother clinging to this pitiful realm when there was so much more for them in the next. She helped her fair share move on in the past, but now they were nothing more to her than leaves blowing past in the wind. One apparition caught her attention. A young boy with half a face levitating right in front of her. He was pointing to the left. What remained of his mouth was moving but she couldn't hear what was trying to be said. She rolled her eyes impatiently, pointed her palm towards the boy and let a zap of electricity pierce the boy's transparent body seemingly evaporating him. She started walking again and just happened to glance in the direction the boy was pointing. She stopped walking. A tall blond man stood staring at her. The mist cleared from around him. He wore a royal blue tunic covered by a golden breastplate. A brown pteruge embroidered in gold trim hung around his waist. Golden greaves cover both his legs just above brown leather sandals. And golden bangles clasped around his forearms. "Witch." He called out. Oya's eyebrows went up. (I know this fool isn't talking to me) she thought to herself. "I am Michael, Seraph of the only true God. Your kind are a plague to this world and the most high has deemed it necessary for the culling of you and others like you." His voice boomed like thunder. "Have you anything to say before I smite thee in his name, false god?" Michael held out his arm and a golden longsword appeared in his hand. "False god?" Oya replied. "Who told you that? There isn't anything false about me sweety." The golden blade of Michael's sword burst into flames. "Then the time for words has ended." Michael held his blade in the air and rays of light began penetrating the clouds of the corrupted Xibalban sky. Oya watched in amazement as pristine holy light cleared the gloom and revealed the true sky over the territory. Suddenly a large concentrated beam of light energy rained down and washed Oya in its radiance. When the stream of light finally faded the corruption quickly returned once again blotting the sky. Oya stood unfazed in the aftermath of the angel’s attack. “Thanks but if you couldn't tell I don't need a tan.” She taunted, while spinning an orb of light she collected from the attack on her finger. Enraged by the ineffectiveness of his powerful display Michael succumbed to Oya’s taunt and charged at her. He closed the distance between them nigh instantaneously but right before he reached her a lighting bolt slammed into him causing an explosion that engulfed them both. Once again Oya was unfazed but Michael was stunned for a moment. Oya took the opportunity to punch the angel in his chest, cracking his breastplate and launching him away but Michael simultaneously managed to counter by slashing her arm. Oya jumped back. Her right arm hung at her side drenched in blood. She tried to make a fist but winced in pain instead. Michael recovered and removed what was left of his shattered breastplate and tossed it to the side. "Your right arm is useless now." Michael remarked in a condescending manner. "You might as well surrender yourself to my blade." Oya struggled to raise her right arm. Blood dripped profusely from her hand as she stuck her manicured middle finger up at the angel. However this gesture wasn't merely an act of defiance. The air hummed with a metallic timbre as the rusted weapons littered across the haunted battlefield gently levitated from the ground. Magnetized from the intensity of her previous attack, Oya easily manipulated the former tools of war to surround Michael. Hundreds of swords, knives, spears, and axes swirled in a furious cyclone around Michael slicing and cleaving his mortal frame with their rusted chipped blades. The flames around the angel's sword intensified and streamed a bright blue along the blade like the hilt was a blowtorch. The intense heat demagnetized the rusted weapons with each parry. As the last blade fell Michael set his sights once again to Oya. As he dashed towards her, Oya's brown eyes started to glow an otherworldly shade of violet. Her battle weary face grew an emotionless expression. And the blood that soaked the right side of her body started to evaporate as her injured arm started to heat up in an incandescent glow. Ignoring the change in his opponent's disposition, Michael thrust his blade into Oya's sternum. Unfazed, Oya gripped the angel by his neck, her fingers searing into his skin. Michael let go of his blade leaving it impaled into Oya's chest, and gripped her wrist in an attempt to pull her hand away from his neck. But the heat coming from her fused his hands to her forearm. As Michael struggled in vain, Oya spoke. What was said was spoken in 3 voices that did not belong to her. "Tawasi has stirred the Void. The Veils will not allow his arrogance to tempt the maw. Lest the All be devoured by the One." Michael's eyes grew wide. Oya's eyes grew black as she ripped his aura... his spirit from his mortal body. His lightless body crumbled to dust. Oya's eyes returned to their normal brown. She looked around confused before she realized what she held In her hand. Startled, she let go of the glowing wisp tossing it into the air. "Waiiiiit noo." Thanata appeared out of nowhere and flew as fast as her little white wings could carry her. Attempting to catch it before the angel's soul dissipated into the either. "That ones important. I'm supposed to return it to where it belongs. "That thing tried to KILL me T, Let it go." Oya protested. The part of her body that Michael's sword was lodged in turned to electricity letting the blade fall to the ground amongst the other discarded weapons. "Mama said it's very Important that I bring it to her as soon as possible." Thanata responded, closely examining the wisp. "Whatever. I got somewhere to be." Oya turned to find Impetigo standing in her path. "Fucking what now!?" Oya exclaimed, annoyed. Impetigo pointed his long bony finger at Thanata. "I'll be taking that." A shadow shot from his finger and snatched the wisp from the child. "Hey! I needed that! Give it back!" Thanata yelled, causing all the lost souls that littered the battlefield to wail in unison. Impetigo held up his hand to quiet the spirits and they grew silent immediately. " If there are any complaints, tell your mother to get in contact with me directly. Until then farewell." The nightmare King tossed the wisp in his mouth, swallowed it, and walked away, disappearing into the mist. Oya sighed a sigh of relief and continued forward. Thanata pouted for a second before vanishing.

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