Daughter of Lucifer

"Goodbye, Eachann," Aurelia dryly uttered without a sense of sentiment. With the Eldrich staff pointed just at her former father, the sigil of a flaming bolt appeared. Glowing with a wrathful radiance, a flash of thunder beamed through the air.

BOOOOM!!!!

Turning the entire area into a sea of flames, the debris of dust and dirt stormed the heavens as Aurelia slightly arched her head high, carrying an arrogance that wasn't there before. She stood still and cold, gazing towards the east, which held two knights holding Eachann trembling for dear life.

"Aurelia Morningstar, lower your weapon now!" Sir Logan uttered darkly, drawing the silver longsword that swiftly hung on his waist.

Widening his stance, the dark aura surrounding Aurelia began to mold into the golden radiance brimming like a vibrant stare into the skies.

Gold was all everyone saw as the Young Fallen lips etched downwards, "You stand in my way?"

"We are not here to harm you, Aurelia." Sir Logon uttered sharply, with a cold sweat slipping down his flesh, behind his plated armor. He did not understand, why but the air itself was changing, and there was an enormous pressure upon his heart.

He wanted to kneel, to pray in the name of the Golden Fallen within his sights. The instincts embedded into his body were screaming for him to flee. To turn his back from the monster before him.

'What the hell is this?' thought the young beastkin knight gulping down, 'none of this was in the reports. We need to test her.'

Sending a glance towards his comrade in arms, he dropped Eachann that remained shivering in fear, "Take her down. I shall cover your rear in case Duke Blackwater appears."

Scuffing, Sir Gurmo stepped forward, "To think I a noble would be commanded by a lion, how disgraceful, more so than having to take down a child."

"Shine my Queen. Let your blinding radiance shower the Sea of Chaos. Consume the land, for it is your legacy and Calling!" Whispered the Eldrich staff in a deep sinister voice that demanded blood.

Feeling her throat begin to dry and her sights begin to turn to blood, Aurelia held no fear towards the knight that towered over her like the small child she was.

By her left, Sionn slowly walked out with deep eyes that seemed to lack the innocent held within a child, but instead the stone-cold radiance of a ruthless killer. In contrast, Ella appeared on her right with skin so pale one could see her emerald veins begin to show, gripping her blood-stained sword.

Fidgeting with his loose plated arm guard, Sir Gurmo's lips could not show any more contempt as a halo of power flooded the barren wasteland in a heavy pressure of war.

"Morningstar? How drool to think a commoner like yourself would dear claim a surname. I Gurmo Sevaln shall show you my family Sword technique forged though over two hundred years of dedication to the crown."

Narrowing his eyes, Sionn felt the power of featherfoot and Alert hum within his body. He took a single step from out form Aurelia side in front of her, watching Sir Gurmo appear like a flicker of light.

Moving beyond anything he could even perceive, the glint of a sword struck his shield, sending a thundering boom through the air.

Grunting at the massive pain passing through his arm into his mind, Sionn skidded back, but just as he thought he would hit Aurelia, the Golden Fallen had already begun her move.

Dashing past, Sionn without worry, the sigil of a firebolt flashed in but an instant. Firing Two-Zero spells off. Sir Gurmo's blade moved like the wind twisting like that of a snake severing the two spells without concern.

Holding the grace of a Master swordsman, Gurmo's sword curved towards Aurelia's chest, a shy distance away from her heart, holding the intent to hinder her. Yet as his blade was about to touch upon her flesh, the scarlet light of a bloodstain sword clashed into his sword stroke.

Pale to the bone, Ella carried an icy stair with chilling sweat upon her brow. Arching a single finger towards Aurelia. The Young Fallen nodded in understanding.

No time to think any further, a vicious flash of silver and scarlet sword light clashed like thunder through the air creating a sea of ember that littered the skies beginning to darken.

"I expect no less from the daughter of Earl Kest! Wonderful form, Girl!" Praised Gurmo, flickering his wrist without much pause, watching Ella struggling to keep up. Aurelia appeared just under their swords, clashing with a powerful glow.

"Force Blast!" She chanted, sending a massive invisible sphere of force from her staff.

Gripping his sword with both hands, Sir Gurmo was taken by surprise as his arms that held his sword were knocked high into the air.

"Force Bullet," Ella chanted, with all she had sending a crimson mass of force out from the tip of her scarlet sword humming with bloodlust.

Passing through his chest, Sir Gurmo frowned, looking down at his armor that had been pierced through like it was butter; he had not even seen how it was done, as blood soon began to trickle down his lips.

It was all but understood that his armor could resist some of the power of a tier-one spell, yet as he stood still dumbstruck, a single zero spell had torn through his knight armor without resistance.

"Demonic Lance, " Uttered Aurelia fiendishly, as the sinister of hellish light tore his head from his skull without resistance, heading in the direction of Eachann, who had been watching.

It had never been her goal to kill Sir Gurmo but rather Eachann, who had remained by Logan's side. Everything had happened so quickly and fluently that the knight in question could not even react as he felt a cold scarlet liquid splash over his body.

Blasting his upper body into a gore of mist, leaving only his legs that were trembling uncontrollably, laughter that seemed to resemble that of the madness of Zireael echoed from her lips.

"Aurelia did it. She did it!" Howled the Young Fallen as the skies began to darken, leaving only the golden aura that hummed from her body.

"No more shall I be, the daughter of that trash, but one of the Fallen. The Prince of Lies, who once reached for the Throne of Creation. I am Aurelia Morningstar, Daughter of Lucifer Morningstar!"

BOOM!

Bellowing with thunder and rage, the heavens twisted, as her words itself seemed to ignite the skies with such wrath, many around the realm of Alos arose with fear gripping their souls. They could feel something being born into this world once more, something that was far darker than the mysterious boy that fell a few years ago.

Light itself had vanished, leaving only a single Crest that seemed to hold all in contempt and disdain. Surrounded by a sea of darkness and chaos, the Crest of Morningstar burned a golden radiance.

"I am the Daughter Of The First Sin,"