Sitting atop a rooftop in New York city. Sitting on the top of the elevator opening to the rooftop. Twiddling his thumbs a little, bored of course. His chains rattling a little as he rolled his hands around, popping them.

It was time, he was preforming a judgment on a man named Samuel Siegfried Froson La Croix. Or, known to his friends, if he had any, as Sammi.

"His parents must of hated the little bastard." He said, slowly standing up. Arching his back a little bit, grabbing onto his arm, he started to grunt in pain as the two mechanical angel wings came from his back, with some blood to. He soared into the sky, and located his target. He had already placed an eye following him the entire day, not a very hard spell to do. As simple as makeing a crow. He flew around, floating 100 feet in the air above him, waiting.

He held out his arm, as an electrical charge ran up from his shoulder down to his hand. He flipped his legs up and fled down to his target, Samuel. He didn't really like wasting his time talking before his judgement, he just wanted to do it.

Swooping down behind him, pushing his arm forward, aiming for his back, the exact point behind his heart.

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Sam had simply been walking across the road, to his workplace. Humming an Optimus Rhyme song as he felt the wind blowing against his back, and blowing trash back. He could hear cogs and gears whirring in the distances. His ears perked up slightly, he spun around on spot. So that the vengeful angel could get a good look at him. His eyes went slit, a unique trait even for, if there were any records of it, a cured Lycanthrope. At the same time, he was rather charming for one of that persuasion. His jaw was chiseled- as were his muscles through his tight yet billowing as it went further down button-up shirt made of fresh cotton, and his emerald vest had something of a sheen to it as well. By the time his wooden sandals slammed against the ground so he could face his enemy, he was about to be stabbed in the heart. Quaint, he thought as he kicked his right sandal back, with only a single wooden block made it easy to lose balance and fall to the ground. And very hard for him to kick forward with his left foot, making him slide forward like Elvis at a good show. His knee slammed down into the ground once his head wasn't in danger of being slammed with a foot, and he flew to his feet and put his right foot vertically set against the building's wall, an odd stance, but he danced with it, making his movements swift and unpredictable.

He blinked, and merely asked "Why?" in a quiet, nothing-but-inquisitive voice with the pitching of a woman's vocal box. Femininely, he kicked against the wall and flipped over just behind the metal winged man. With a grimace on his face he took a few steps to the side, absorbing the complex weavework of the black metals put into those wings, it was a miracle they could fly at all. Unless they had a hidden propulsion source or it was an incredibly flexible piece, it was a phenomena that Sam had to analyze- He had to have them. He had to fight for a prize to add to his collection of odd memorabilia from fights and exploits, this would be an excellent addition to that collection. It may even be magical with the way the man's arm was glowing, pulsating with a resonant waveform energy. In an iota of a second Sam realized that it was positive energy, it was P/N Based, ionized, that is. So magical or not, he could absorb it. He jumped back a bit and merely glowered with a surly disposition. He had to be appraising with every movement to fail this fight- These aerial types are tricky.

Venge flipped around when Sammi jumped over him, floating back a little bit. As expected, a shock charge to the heart didn't do much at all. He stood there thinking, why? Oh how idiotic.

"Why? Mr. La Croix it's very simple. Look at yourself, your a sin in every way. A lycanthrope, a sinful creature, can never make it into the grace of heaven. And you proved you want nothing but the devil torturing you every single wakeing day. Your messed up, and your time is done." He pulled up his arm, it starting to glow with a light blue energy, mixed in with a light green. "You are, from this day forward, on borrowed time. Your soul is marked with the giant X of death." He pointed his hand at his soul. "You, Samuel Siegfried Froson La Croix, are a man in debt. Debt to hell. And it's time to pay your dues."

Venge made some markings in the air, mainly nothing, but he repeidly made an X in the air, and at one point he slashed the X, and Sammi got impaled with a pain in his chest, a large black X would now be on his chest forever, until he dies.

"Your going to hell, I'll make sure of it."

Sam put his left hand up to his chest. His cheek twitched, that was pretty much all he showed in terms of pain. At the same time, his green eyes dilated somewhat- Countering the seeming hellfire pain with a relaxed look. "You... tried to use an angelic spell on me?" His mouth and nose flared like an angry bull ready to charge, but he still looked relaxed, his soul was relaxed. He pulled his hand up to his mouth, and chuckled. His voice outstretched the urban jungle, cars weren't coming and noone else was handy on the streets of manhattan. Something was wrong. Shaking his head he said "You don't exactly know my sins, do you?"

He pulled up his shirt. The scar was half-there. Half-not. "I know, as a matter of fact, how to counter most direct spells, thank you." It was then visible that the scar was being ripped apart slowly, blots of it were on his skin, but other than that, it was being wrought asunder. Like the strings of a particle breaking. He had a fierce Aura despite his relaxedness- it was enough to break more than half of the spell. He wouldn't be feeling much pain at all from it other than maybe a bit of a sting like you'd get from a papercut. But he was far too enthralled with the possibility that the person was an ex-angel. The ever growing possibility, in fact.

He broke eye contact to stare down at the concrete. His fists clenched, and electricity discharge shot out from his body, leaving burn marks on the sidewalk, and setting a small newspaper page on fire. By the time he raised his head up to look at the angelic being, they were coursing with conflicting energies. Making them shift tie-die between purple and gold like the shiftings of a current. "Let's play" He said, as he bobbed his head in tandem with a rhythm circling his head. Electricity was invisibly dancing around, and exploding with the beat against the wall of the building. His hands glowed a fierce white colour like melting metal, and his right fist flew back, slamming against the wall and blowing a small hole in it where Sam jumped in and through the very same hole, rolling as he slammed back-first against the ground. His feet hit the floor as he broke from being a human wheel back into a normal human shape. And he looked back, taking trodding steps into the center of the tech-rich office. The electricity was now coursing from the environment into his very veins.

His voice rang out from the wall "We're playing tag. Come get me."

Venge stared at his opposer, tag. Did he think he was a child? And yet this was not going to be an easy battle, to withstand such a blunt attack to his chest, and still do what he was doing. This was going to be hard, very hard. He looked at his hands a little, moving them around, cracking them.

He hovered down, entering the building himself, looking around as the electricity pumped around, and even into his veins. No doubt super charged and ready to speed around, thus this game of tag would be over before it began. He looked at the plasma, all the energy flowing around.

He thought of something, water in the air, and electricity. How very interesting. This would take a second to prepare..and a good 3 years off my life, but I'll manage. I have lots of time.

He held up both his hands, concentrating hard on the air, it's movement. Closing his eyes he started to feel for the water in the air, and he could. He started to move his energy with it, and soon water droplets fell out of, well thin air. He pulled more from the air, and it started to fall right above Sammi.

"Lets see what this dose..." He thought, breathing in and out as he pulled more water down.

At that exact moment, Sam's muscles hypertensed and his hair dye dripped down a bit. He cringed, un-moving but very, very flexed and surprisingly manly looking for his size. He shook his head, and ran back away as his muscles calmed. Shouting out loudly "FUCK YOU!" His vest flapped as he ran, and his voice echoed. The elevator door was wide open, apparently it was the kind that didn't close unless it was going up. He went in and spin kicked the controls, to jam in the top floor button. The doors closed and then, after about five seconds, there was a busting noise. And a slowly shrinking tap sound. The elevator only just now started to ascend, at an incredibly leisurely pace as it would seem.

Venge laughed, how futile. He looked as Sammi had run into the elevator shaft. Already floating back slowly outside of the building. Once out fully, he looked up at all the floors.

"Lets see here. The elevator was moving at that velocity..and the time taken to move the cables around in there...and given the time to cut the cables..." Doing some calculating in his head, spreading his wings. "Right...28th floor it is." He bent down a little and kicked up as his wings exploded with the energy that kept them going, plasma. An electrical charge that moved with the air currents.

He sped to the 28th floor, and opened his palm, doing a sound wave, shattering the glass on the window before him. He sped in, not caring at anyone who he would pass. He flew, looking around for an elevator. And soon he found one, a bit off what he had hoped for, but if he acted quickly he could still cut the cables.

He put his hands on the elevator, closing his eyes again, concentrating. He pushed his hands forward, pushing his own kinetic energy through them. He opened his eyes, and yelled a little as he pushed the energy in one simultaneous motion through his hands and into the door. The two energy mixed, and Venge's overtook the doors, and they blasted open, falling down the shaft.

He looked at a cable in front of him. He couldn't be that elaborate, he was growing a little tired. He held up his hand at the cables. He focused and a cone of freezing wet air came out of his palm. Enough to freeze any substance that didn't generate a good amount of heat, so it couldn't freeze humans or other animals, but still useful. He pushed it further and the cables started to freeze, along with the metal shaft. It was only a good ammount of seconds before they snapped.

Venge scooted back, and sat on the ground, breathing in and out a little harder then he probably should have been.

"Damnit..I need to end this.."

Sam clutched onto the closed elevator door, of floor 4. He looked up as the elevator fell. At this point at time, he had jumped out of the maintenance plate of the elevator, and for the most part rode the elevator from the top. But at Floor 2 He decided to jump across, so he wouldn't expend that much energy. Seeing as either Venge was at the top by then, or in the car itself, Sam had... A toothbrush in his left hand. His legs glowed faintly, and he pulled himself enough to, rather acrobatically, swing his legs up into the door, and completely rip it off its hinges. Sam had taken his meds today, so he was stronger than the average man. Not to mention Electrokinesis. Yeah. That helped too.

He was now on the only mildly inhabited floor of the building, two people finished up office work and were headed down the Stairs. He looked up the elevator shaft as the elevator slammed into the ground, and the people fell down the stairs. He shook his head briefly, exasperated that they hadn't noticed the fighting through glass windows and brittle support. Speaking of which... Sam left his toothpaste in the elevator. Woopsy. Sam twirled his toothbrush in his hand, and proceeded to through it at the wall in the shaft like a dart. He then took a few steps away, back from the elevator shaft as a loud, and rather satisfying "BOOM" Sound echoed up, and smoke shot through the shaft like shotgun slugs. "I really should have brought a blade sharper than my own wit." He shook his head, smirking. "Nah. That would be one monomolecular blade, never a good thing."

He turned to the glass window, and checked his watch. "Woop, time to go." He had a rather large tube of toothpaste, and it certainly wasn't full of M80. It was military C4. The floor under him buckled, as did the walls. He nodded his head, combobulating it all. He firm-footedly kick open a window, and by open I mean into shards. He then went through the mess and stepped haphazardly across the outer siding until he reached a fire exit. He leaped over the fence and proceeded to get down to ground floor, all in less than 30 seconds. Impressive for a windbag.

Venge looked to the ceiling, closing his eyes and clutching his chest, wheezing and rasping from using so much energy. He pulled his hand up from his chest to his head. A light flowed through the windows, pushing himself through the way to Venge. Naked to the mortal, put a nightmare to the ones of a higher working in the spectrum, and who's eyes could notice such beauty and grace. It entered Venge slowly, and his muscles twiched, and started to spasm, like a miny seizure. His mortal body could barley take such power, such a holy figure.

"YES. I KNOW. YES. I WILL GET HIM. SHUT THE HELL UP!" He screamed in his head, and the divinty presence had left his head and stood in front him, burning light blue. No true shape or form, but kind of looking like a human, but it was hard to tell. Venge breathed out heavily, getting up slowly. That had healed him a little, barley anything though, which was the true reason his specter even came down. But he would be close, just encase he died, Venge died.

Venge got angry, walking to the glass and stepping out from the one he broke before, opening his wings, and looking around. The boy had not died yet, or else his soul would of came to him. He must of gotten out of the trap set by him.

The disgraced Angel looked down, where was his toy?