Exriel's cells burst apart as a wave of Chaos Seeds flew at him. Forming a solid wall, the cells began to quiver as some were burnt, others frozen, some reverting into the fallen elf flesh they had been created from, and others simply being destroyed. Exriel hissed, baring his fangs like a beast as he burst through the cells. The torn cell fragments bound to his skin, covering him with a thin, protective layer of Malignant Cells while the rest gripped onto his body, creating a thick, living suit of plate armour.
"Come again Angel, it is time we finished what you started so many years ago," The Druid said as he stepped out from behind a pile of rubble. Exriel's sanguine eyes flared as he pulled his scythe back, preparing for a reaping slice. Within inches of the druid, Exriel swung his scythe and came hard into contact with a dissipation shield, the cells that made the blade falling apart.
"That might have worked on my brother, but MY children know what they're fighting against," Exriel cackled as a wave of Flying Leukocytes tore through the rubble like it were paper and smashing themselves into the dissipation shield, breaking it apart and creating holes in the Druid's defenses. Exriel went back on the offensive, now that his cells had created an opening.
Concentrating on the corruption, both hands began to glow purple. Spreading his great black wings wide, Exriel pulled himself back as he brought both hands together, aiming at the back of a cell.
"Unholy Synergy, Soul Shred!"
Exriel's glowing hands rippled as a four beams, swirling around eachother in a tight spiral shot out at the cell. Seconds before contact, the cell exploded as it came into contact with the dissipation shield, creating an opening that the attack shot through.
Piercing through the druid's body, the beam tore apart the fabric of it's soul. A purple spirit was torn from the body, the dissipation shield falling as the pure Entropic spirit that had given the Druid his power was torn from him and sent hurtling into the netherworlds, lost and destroyed.
With the shield down, Exriel watched calmly as his cells encrouched on the druid, trying desperately to create a spell. A chaos seed, dissipation shield, antimatter, anything that could protect him, but alas, his powers were stolen along with his soul.
Exriel walked two feet up to the druid and grabbed ahold of his head, nearly crushing it as his nails pierced skin. Xanriel screamed to finish the deed, but the cells and Exriel chose a different path.
"No," Exriel murmured, whispering to the Druid, "You will not die like this. I demand a challenge," Exriel's voice rose, carrying across the city as the Fallen Elves became silent, watching their master, "A proper tribute to Exriel! Reaper of Flesh!" Exriel tossed the druid aside, glaring at each of the elves.
"Bow, or be sacrificed." Exriel's lips curled up into a horrible sneer, watching each of the Fallen Elves stand tall in defiance. Just as Exriel began to call up his cells in an attack on the entire army, a sharp blow sent sparks and explosions through his field of vision. Within seconds thousands of chaos seeds flew toward him, while the Druid beat his head in with a hunk of rubble.
Exriel fell to the ground, blood pouring from his head profusely. The Fallen Druid smirked, leaning down and feeling his pulse,
"Dead, but then again..." The Druid chose not to take his chances, pulling a wickedly curved dagger from his belt and slicing open the angel's throat. Exriel's blood still fresh on his hands, the Druid turned to the group of adventurer's standing against his army.
"If you wish to end this for good, you will come and meet us at the Chaos Gate. You have three hours." and with that the entire Fallen Army simply vanished, a purple bolt of lightning striking the ground where the Fallen Druid had been standing.
As his life blood poured from him, the thin layer of cells covering Exriel's body slowly fed their way into the wound, mutating and reforming, creating new blood cells and new skin cells, forever a part of their master as they healed him.
Alive, but weakened, Exriel warily stood, leaning heavily on his knee.
