King of Fallen Angels

Doragon was prepared to ignore the commotion going on outside, knowing that whoever it was wouldn't do anything until he found the one responsible, he knew he wouldn't risk randomly killing them in the hunt, the king wanting to watch the death of whoever caused his heartbreak. It was easy to tell, Doragon having seen this happen more then his fair share of times in his short life. But hearing his younger brother shout had Doragon up and moving far quicker then ever before, fearing what would happen to his family. And he knew that wherever Haru was, he was doing the same. Walking outside looking into the eyes of the Angel King, listening to his words, he knew exactly who for and why he was here, Hino making a fuss once he left about the council and their choices, and Khan returning from wherever he went way too smug. Holding out his weapon, a pillar of fire his choice of element, Doragon stood in front his brother, ready to take on any attack. "I barely know your children, but I was told of what they did. Art is young, and I know from experience that those young don't remember good times when in situations like this, he ran to what he knew, rather then what was right. As for Sky, she is strong, stood up to some of those in there willing to kill her and her brother, didn't let those innocent being used go without a friend. You should be proud, not willing to let them burn." Doragon needed to say that first, before becoming hostile, to let the other know he meant no harm, and didn't want harm to come to someone he knew the King would regret hurting one day. "And you are wrong, my brother is innocent, all he has done is create as he wanted, we found a home here after years of misfortune, the first place that could protect us, as much as we could protect it... The first home we have had in a while." Doragon could sense Haru arriving, comforting Saiken as Doragon spoke to the king. "I will not let harm come to my family, not when they did nothing wrong and came here as we had no where else to go. I want Banto dead as much as the next guy, he's a cruel and twisted man who has been playing us all in here, and I know those in charge no longer are allowing him, nor the council to interfere, we are sick of this war, one Banto started, not us. I will not stop you from killing him, nor a selected few others, as I know their loyalty, but I will not allow harm to come to those you deem evil, who are just as caught up in this as the other. Like my brothers, like our leaders."

Hino and Marzzi were facing probably permanent burns from carrying Jasper between them back to the Temple. But the kid needed help, and fast. His curses wouldn't let him die, not before they took him themselves, but Jasper still wasn't good right now. And Marzzi was beginning to see why everything was going down right now. They began to run through Rycora the moment both felt a flash of light above their heads, the searing heat of light magic that radiated off the light beam. Marzzi recognised it well, and began running as the ground shook, and a thunderous noise coming from the Temple's direction echoed through the forest. Quickly gathering in the Temple, placing Jasper in his quarters, then grabbing Baxton before the healer could go anywhere else, Marzzi then headed down to his storage room. He gather his strongest baby, newly improved as well. The large rifle required both hands, which was easily done by the large man. Without time to waste, Banto joined the others above, reaching the gathering of the other Saints in time to hear the Angel King's speech. A Marzzi from a few years ago would have chuckled as this man's wails and threats, knowing he was almost solely responsible for them. But right now, Marzzi saw a miserable man, suffering loss, and his family and friends about to pay the price for what Marzzi created. He lifted his rifle, aiming it towards Kakushin's hand and firing. A echoing explosion from the barrel, and travelling lightening fast, the bullet hit Kaku's sword, making a loud ringing sound. The sword was immediately flung back and out of the King's grip, allowing time for Marzzi to barge his way to the front. "Destroyin' the thing that makes you unhappy isn't worth it, your highness, believe me, I know. These people here are innocent, simple by-standers in this war, that just wanna live through it best they can. It's people like me who you want." Marzzi announced, lowering his gun. "I'm sorry, for all that I did you and yer family. I built that bomb, the one that hit Aura. Those brats don't having anything to do with it, nor any of the brats around me. The ones you want are me an' Banto, which is only fair." Marzzi added. Smiling a little, "And I really am sorry for what I did, I only know now after everythin' this pointless war has done what a bastard I'd been. The only way to earn my forgiveness is for you to kill me, so do it." Marzzi announced, hearing some voices behind him. One stepped to his side. At first Marzzi thought it would be Hino, there to protect the side of his brother, but someone got there first. Banto stepped up at last, grin on his face, and placed a hand on Marzzi's chest to push the large man back. 

The sword gripped tight in Kaku's hand was easily thrown, by a powerful force, one of the Human toys, a gun. Kakushin glared towards the one wielding it, recognising Marzzi quite well after all these years. What Kakushin didn't expect from the weapon-crafter was an apology, and a sacrifice of his own life for others. It reminded Kaku of others, those he'd lost, the ones who would die themselves to protect others they deemed worthy of living. It made Kakushin's murderous determination falter for a moment, his glare loosening. Before Banto approached. Kakushin went stiff once more, his eye burning aggressively into his enemy. Banto spoke up, and Kakushin could only attempt to ignore the boiling words that this monster spoke, but they still burnt through to the King's wounded heart. Reaching a snapping point, Kakushin got ready to charge, fight with his fists if that was what it took. But Banto dodged away, hiding in his annoying portals. Kakushin heard two explosions and instinctly dodged, just in time to only feel the pounding impact of one bullet into his back. He turned just as Banto vanished again, and heard more triggers being pulled. The King flew directly up this time, a few feet into the air in order to avoid the bullets, that flew past and into the stonework of the Temple. Banto gestured to others, those that Marzzi had called innocent. Some of them did indeed ignore Banto as he asked them to fight, some, however, readied their weapons. A man with blonde hair had sparks of lightening around his hands, a woman with dark hair lifted a sword ready. A couple, with red and blue hair, seemed to turn to flank Kaku from the side. Many didn't seem so innocent, and watching them turn violent made Kakushin hate the moment he'd almost believed Marzzi. Showing no hesitation this time, Kakushin moved a palm before him, wings igniting with wicked white flames as the King drew in an insane amount of magical energy to create a beam of light from his hands. It arched right across one whole side of the gardens, slicing through the pillars that made up the foundation of this Temple like a knife through butter. Within moments they crumbled, and half of the Temple began to collapse on itself. Along with the explosive light magic from the beam, and the falling walls of stone, many were thrown into disarray, enough time for Kaku to focus on Banto. The rat seemed to try and retreat, but this time the King was ready. He wasn't messing around this time. Kaku had no one to look out for, no one to have mercy on. Banto would soon realise he was facing a completely different Kaku than the one from before. Kakushin aimed his hand again, blasting a hole into the wall that Banto planned to escape into, breaking off one of his portals. Before Kaku could even soak in the glory of seeing Banto's expression grow worried, he flew down with light-speed, grabbing his sword from the ground and charging, wings burning even more as his sword went to enter Banto's cold heart.

The moment Banto appeared was the moment Marzzi knew this fight would face many more losses than it needed. Being pushed back a little, Marzzi growled, dropping his weapon. Something bad was about to happen, Marzzi just knew it, and the first thing he planned on doing was getting the ones who didn't want violence to safety. He backed off a little, muttering to the likes of Todd and the two Noble Twins to go and hide down in the cellars, or make it outside if they could. At that point, Marzzi heard gunfire, Banto rapidly teleporting and shooting at the King. Then, the creep just had to rally up those who didn't mind violence. Marzzi glared at them, but didn't really judge. Not that long ago he'd been the same, if not worse. He just worried what damage and death it would bring. And it brought a lot, very quickly. Marzzi experienced perhaps, what the explosion of Shiro must have been like, from an Angel's perspective. As his home was partly destroyed in one blow, many knocked around and injured without a second to react. Rubble feel around them, Marzzi himself knocked to the side. He looked around quickly for anyone hurt, spotting what, at this point, looked like a body underneath the collapsed Temple ceiling, as well as others partly crushed or blown away. Marzzi noticed the three brothers, in shock from all of this, but at least away from the blast zone. Getting to his feet, Marzzi rushed over to them, concerned and hurt, but giving the little brats a smile. "We're gettin' you outta here, right now, got it brats?" Marzzi ordered to them. Hino soon joined too, Marzzi giving his brother a nod, and smile, despite the dire situation. The brute went to knell down, prepared to talk to his little apprentice, and the most shaken up of the little brats. "You'll be fine, alrigh... t?" Marzzi began to get out, before making a guttural noise. His breath was taken from him in the middle of a word, and it almost thrust Marzzi back. There was a sudden pain in his chest, that quickly turned into a roaring thunder of searing pain, burning flesh and rapid blood loss. Glancing down, Marzzi saw the small teleportation circle, and the sword protruding out of it, that impaled Marzzi right into his heart. Once the sword was removed, every bit of energy holding Marzzi up left with it, and he collapsed onto his back, a significant hole in his chest. The wound was cauterized by the white hot nature of the sword, which slowed the bleeding, but nothing could help reduce the loss of Marzzi's major organ. The hole cut out almost the entire heart from Marzzi's chest. And without time for another breath, all the blood around his body instantly stopped moving, and very quickly, Marzzi Henko's mind shut down, leaving a look of surprise and pain on his face, amongst two lifeless and dull yellow eyes.

Kakushin's sword didn't hit the way he thought it could. It didn't get a reaction from Banto, only one of his typical and malicious grins. Then, from the gardens, Kakushin heard more commotion. He turned to see his sword, embedded in someone else. Marzzi was the one to fall, as Kakushin quickly brought back his sword. The man fell, the one who'd openly accepted death for the protection of others. He'd almost gained the King's respect, and know had it completely, for falsely dying by the hands of a supposed ally. Kakushin couldn't give the others death too much thought, blinding rage brought him back to stare at Banto. This man would die, he could only escape death so many times. A plague that had such cowardice to sacrifice even their own allies for themselves, didn't deserve to live, and Kakushin was going to make sure of it this time. So he used his free hand to grab Banto by the scruff, and with a beat of burning wings, Kakushin took to the skies above the Temple, planning to take Banto as high as possible for this fight, let this vicious man and piece of filth find the ground of the place he seemed to reject be the thing that finally ended him. Perhaps Kakushin would travel all the way up to Aura, let Banto see the fruits of his so called labour before ending him. The King shuddered, feeling explosions by his stomach, a few rapid gunshots impacting Kaku's stomach, Banto's attempt to free himself. But Kaku didn't let go, bleeding openly until he was high enough. And only did he let go of Banto when the filth knocked hard enough into Kaku's hand, releasing him from the Angel's grip, a good few hundred feet into the air.