Kicking the DuskWalkers' main door out of the way and coming out of the tilted ship The Angel comes out with a self-satisfied grin as it lands on the floor outside. Looking at the amassed horde with the Oobelawng directly in the center of it all, he, it, feeds off the distress that is mixed in with the blood pouring out of this creature. It's so fucking delicious watching it die, I can't wait to kill it and feed off it. Grabbing the axe that was left due to the humans safety concerns he then heads over to the buffet.
Wading their way through the sea of death and grabbing hands, the stench of primal fear and distress becomes intoxicating. It's enough to drive one mad and it made him even hungrier with the thought of destroying this abomination. Seeing it closer than ever makes The Angel sick-how could any sapient being use the Reaver DNA to make such a thing with all random parts?-it was vile. The body covered in fur of two different species, now dyed red, the violet crystalline scattered on the body and tail. With an elongated neck connecting a hollowed human face with needle like teeth, a cursed construction in a feeble attempt to play at the human idea of god. They wouldn't know a god or their god if it smashed their heads in.
After killing off one or two of the dead things and discarding their corpses like broken toys, the Angel commands the horde to stand still and not move, it was finally face to face with the creature, "Hello fake-kin, I'm going to kill you now so that I never have to lay eyes upon you unless it is your corpse." Raising the axe to take a swing, a deep scratchy and guttural sound rumbles out of the Oobelawng, "Why must I die?"
Halting the axe mid-swing The Angel looks up at it, "Why must I die for the sins I did not commit?"
Thrown off balance, "You...you can speak? I thought you a mindless creature. It changes nothing. Your very existence sullies that of the Reaver species."
The Oobelawng stares deeply at The Angel, "But I have done nothing but be created, kill those who created me and feasted on those they in turn feasted on. I did not ask for my life to be given but I do not intend on losing that without defending it." The Oobelawng swings it's spiked tail in the corpse of Al, lodging the violet pike deep in his chest.
"I will enjoy the taste of your flesh even more now." In one quick movement, he pulls the spike out of his chest and throws it back at the creature. Following the spike, they raise the axe for a killing blow at the elongated neck. Pale stands on it's hindlegs and uses it's giant paws to bat away it's attacker.
Gently going back on all fours, "As I have said, kin, I will not given my life easily to your demands. I was brought into this world and I will make all suffer for it, for the hubris of a few. I have also exposed new powers to you that must have previously been unknown. Did you know that your kind, my cousin, control the dead?" Stepping closer just as The Angel struggles to get up, chest cavity caved in. "Surely you must not have, because why would a species of apex predators concern themselves with such. Why would a species of apex predators inhabit the body of the dead, to commune and captivate those equivalate to that of food?" Bringing one paw quickly up and just as fast down on top of The Angel just intime to be impaled by the axe that was being used.
"I liked it so much better when you were a mindless beast instead of this philosophical shit. What I do and why I do them are matters that do not concern you, or I for that matter. I do as my Queen, my Archon wills me to do not because they are my own will." Pulling the axe out they make a quick and successive swing cutting off the attacking paw, "Do not lump me into your gene. We are not kin or cousin. You are a freak of human science that needs to put down like cattle. You are the fake-kin and your death will bring me greater power granted to me by the Archon." Swinging the axe into the belly of the beast, the Oobelawng howls in pain, and that pain reinvigorating The Angel to pull the axe across the stomach spilling out the blood and gore from within. The Oobelawng falls to the ground with a loud and unceremonious fall.
Dying, the Oobelawng looks at the Angel with obsidian eyes, "May my death bring you power cousin. I hope it was worth extinguishing my light in order to fill your void. Please, answer me this, why take control of the dead in order to do what you have done, surely it would have been easier to use your giant form and destroy this floating prison?"
Looking in at their fresh kill, breathing in the mixture of death anew and subtle pain The Angel obliges, "While my Archon, my goddess, commanded me to kill you she did not specify how. She knows that I am, as the humans have come to label it, vindictive and psychopathic. I love the scent of fear and pain and all the comes with it. I enjoy the hunt much more than my kin do. Killing you with the hands of a corpse makes it all the more better, killing you with the hands of the corpse that was known to those you were hunting is intoxicating." The Angel stomps on Pales head till nothing but pulp is left. Falling to their knees the lonesome feast begins while all the dead puppets stand around watching, waiting for their fill that they would never get.
The sounds of munching, tearing, and slobbering are loud and abhorrent. The self satisfaction on the other hand, is clear with every bite. Killing a stain in the eyes of The Archon is the greatest gift that The Angels can be given, especially a zealot psychopath such as them. The feeling of power grown can be felt rushing through the host body straight into their main body as the ramming of the ship stops. Being disconnected from oneself always takes a toll. Scarfing down the flesh they begin to ponder, how many have been ordered to die at their hands? How have the humans never been seen until now and how could they not be felt when all other species in this grand hunting ground, have been? It doesn't make any sense to them but it matters not as they are too absorbed in their meal.
"False-Kin, as I said, I am enjoying the taste of your flesh." A bloody grin steals it's away across the undead face. Tearing off the neck and devouring it whole, the remnants of the fear it felt still linger making this meal divine even though it took much longer than it should have to get to the feast. Disadvantageous of using a corpse, they suppose.
Wiping their face as they stand up, The Angel says a single word to those they command, "Feast." Thus the entire horde rushed the corpse and begins their dining experience on the creature that made them, the creature that feasted on them. The perfect cycle permissible by Life's deity. Humans, so interesting worshipping something that created them only to kill them over and over again.
Watching these things feed fills The Angel with a perverse sense of joy, like a parent watching their child making their first kill. The Angel thinks to itself 'Is this the same feeling The Queen has when seeing the holy work we do in her name? Surely it must.' Whatever the case may be, it's pure delight taking this grotesque scene in. "An army of dead things that continue to add to their ranks would be...", without even knowing if The Archon would even be interested in an army of damned souls the blossoming thought drops hard.
Guard down, something metallic can be felt pressing up against their head, "Betrayer." Without turning around, The Angel knows who it is.
"Stay dead this time fucker." BB pulls the trigger and rushes back to the others as the twice dead corpse of Al falls to the ground causing the horde to look up. Spotting the group of survivors desperately trying to get away, they all begin to get up as fast as their dead joints allow. When all are fully standing, the eyes of the dead lock eyes with the living, their next meal, and release an unearthly howl for their dead master. Picking up the pace, the chase begins anew with weapons firing into the horde as the living desperately trying to shut the door in which they entered this hell.
Before they are able to close the door on the dead to protect the group, a shining blue and silver ship lands in the docking bay crushing some of the stragglers that were to slow to give chase like the others. The horde splits, some heading back to this new venture with the prospect of food while the others continue their original. Roha and BB strain their eyes to see the name of the ship, the Ave Liberatio. Hail The Liberation.
