The fall of desperation

" Guāng zhī jiàn!!"

The words uttered by Camael were no mere ones, and the pressure exuded after the enunciation was immense.

Shatters of light began forming into a sword of mystery, and the carvings around it depicted the unknown arts of the multiverse.

The sword of light was its name, unwavering and glorious in its form. It stood through battles with gods and angels, and its glory rang across galaxies.

Unbeknown to the uninvited guests who had approached Naima's mansion, the man they faced was not mortal.

He had been the Archangel of destruction and war, a stepping stone for order across realities. Yet as absurd as it was, he was cast down to live among men.

The memories of Camael were chaotic, but his muscles had been ingrained with the battles he fought in the past.

A loud ring followed after the seamlessly glorious sword had appeared in mid-air before Camael.

Its aura toyed with the atmosphere around the mansion, laying the flow of time into an intricate standstill. The bullets toward Camael slowed down as a result, and his bloodshot eyes of battle surged again.

Grasping the helm of the sword, he trusted it deep into the ground with strength. The pressure from the impact was menacing, as its sound waves rang through the mansion.

Boom!!!

The pressure from the sword's thrust blew the soldiers a few meters away. Some had crashed into tables and others through the wall.

They picked up their guns in an attempt to strike once more, but the sword of Camael was too sharp and swift.

It glided through the flesh of a soldier from the neck to the waistline, leaving his upper body hanging on two sides.

Another soldier shot out of fright, his aim was no better than that of a newbie. Camael rushed towards him with bloodsucking rage and batted his head off his body with the sword.

Bang!!! Bang!!!

A series of gunshots were heard throughout the mansion. Naima stayed hooked under the desk in fear of pain and prayed to whoever would listen.

The efforts of mortals were baseless during times of need because they forget about their helpers when it's filled with bloom and happiness.

Hence tragedy always reaches the doorsteps of mortals, and their cries of help seem no more than loud noises to the ears of the gods.

However, it seemed her prayers were answered because the enemy to be feared was on her side.

She had become her helper from the moment she took in Camael. Her mind was ignorant of his origin, and a feeling of trust had already been birthed in their relationship.

Camel's sword effortlessly, as he beheaded a few over there and here. His pulses were rich with the sense of intuition, and his gateway of battle memories was widely open.

The next badge of soldiers dropped down from the airship above the house, and its guns were loaded with ammunition.

They strutted hastily towards the mansion to eradicate what they believed was a vile creature, but other religions would have scoffed at their ignorant thoughts.

Camael glanced through the mansion, as his adrenaline of battle was near its end. He had incurred some shots to his back and seemed medical attention dearly.

Nevertheless, the waging battle was still ongoing. There was no time for rest or sleep, and the thoughts of this truth served as a reminder to him in his dire state.

Seven snipers were positioned across the far-stretched cliffs, where they accurately assessed the open points for the target.

Camael's senses are heightened by the constant need for freedom. He battled with his thoughts endlessly like the tides of the sea.

* When will this stop!! I keep parrying these bullets with my internal energy, but they are endlessly *, Camael's mind ravaged intensely.

His bloodlust increased exponentially to meet the level of danger he was facing, and his hands trembled out of fatigue.

Although he had no chakra, Nova, or mana, his muscles had ingrained inner energy which was amassed through the ages.

This energy was what seeped through the sword of light and amplified in attacks, and he strained on it as a path to freedom.

Bang!!! Bang!!!

The rain of shots continued for a while, without any thoughts of pauses. These assassins were trained to take turns shooting, to keep draining down options of escape for an enemy.

Even then, their numbers kept declining. The beast they had been dispatched to terminate was no simple beast but on the level of unknowns.

Camael turned his focus to the unknown bullets which kept raining down on him when his movements were odd. He suspected there was an archer, but this time it was one with bullets.

His suspicion was similar to the description of the enemy, as the snipers continued their quest of total termination.

The presidents sat down in their comfortable seats in worry. Their nerves were racking from the constant fear of death after seeing the instant death from Camael's sword.

" Rain down the shots from above. We can't let him escape ", the president of the United States ordered.

The pilot prayed and kissed the picture of his wife and 2-year-old before clicking the trigger. His aim was focused on the mansion as it completely deprived the house of its former beauty.

The dust settled after a couple of minutes, showing the destruction of the armory which the creator was disgusted by.

Camael's objective on the planet was one he thought endlessly of, and had hoped to satisfy the requirements of his mission.

His descent to earth as a mortal was planned by the creator himself. The creator believed he would be a necessary piece of the puzzle, and went through with the plan.

Camael had protected Naima with his last drop of inner energy and created a barrier around them with the sword.

Thus all that was left of him was a dying body that had no chance of survival. Yet he rose with blood dripping endlessly off his body and walked outside the mansion.

His sword pointed at the pilot who feared the end of his life, and the presidents watching the live feed had their hearts in complete bunkers.

Camael's bloodlust was so immense that the fear was crippling. Everyone had been tensed up from his rate of survival and named him the tenacious monster.

However his body had reached its limit, and all there was to Camael was his dead form. His thoughts grew silent, as his body fell on the ground with a thud.