Ooc:You are more than welcome to join in, it will be tougher, but im sure I can hold my own until I get another ally ^_^, please if you want to jump in, by all means do so. :D
Griever prepared, raising his arms in a defensive stance as the tendrils came for him, but quickly changed posture, and began swinging wildly to deflect the assault. The echoes of steel rang out through the land as Griever deflected the first tendril, then the second, but as the final three neared his position, they split off, surrounding him. Immediately, he released the 5th seal-Mephistopheles. Instantly, his persona changed, and calculations began surging through his brain as to possible tactics to escape such a predicament. he new that as long as he was airborne, he would be next to immobile, so he quickly increased his weight to hasten his fall to earth but occasionally reversed the affect causing him to float. This in turn made it much more difficult for the tendrils to hone in on his location. As the three neared him, he knocked one away with his wrist blades and another with the blades from his ankles.
'One more...' Griever thought, but before he could even find the black spear, a searing pain began emanating from his shoulder; he had moved to slow.The pain was sharp but fleeting; he was enjoying this match so much, that he didn't mind a bit of pain, hell, he reveled in it.
He finally fell to the ground, clutching his shoulder for a moment. He turned his head slightly, acknowledging the presence of the other soul that had come but quickly turned his attention to the fully reverted Azrael. He was his main focus right now, but he made a note to keep the other in his sights. Lest she attempt to surprise him.
Griever scanned over Azrael's demonic visage; The angel of death.The demon that he once knew him to be had finally emerged.
"I see you finally woke up..." Griever spoke as though seeing an old friend, but still held a degree of bitterness in his voice.
He glared at Azrael for a moment. His head cocked to the side slightly as if to realize something inwardly. He chuckled softly then closed his eyes, focusing all his energies into his next course of action. His body slowly began to crackle with an abundance of dark energy flowing through him, which only intensified as he accumulated it into the seal located on his chest.
"It's time I do the same..."The earth around them began to crumble away as it began cracking, and shifting uncontrollably. The sky grew black as dark clouds quickly ran overhead; rain and lightning following close behind. Griever clutched his chests tightly, as the seal began to crack, instantly leasing a black wind that swept through the land.
"Seal of wrath....RELEASE." Instantly, Griever's body was enveloped in a black light that quickly began devouring the earth nearby. Even the souls of the fallen fell prey to Griever's unquenchable hunger, as they were absorbed into the light, indeed, his body. Within the sphere, the armor of the Leviathan peeled away, succumbing to the vortex, and retreated back within it's master. Griever's body sprouted six wings; each representing a devil which composed his body, but as he lowered back to the ground, the change in him was undeniable. The air rang out with the crackling sounds of his demonic energy, as his body was coated in a electrical darkness that jumped from place to place over his body.
Aside from his wings, his fangs had elongated, as did his claws, and his eyes glowed with a much fiercer shade of crimson red, and as he spoke, his words boomed across the landscape, sounding as a legion rather than a man.(although this was the case before, it was no longer a hushed tone of voice.) As his power settled, a disturbing chill began to emanate from his body, creeping across the battlefield as a freezing wind that mingled with the heat Azreal's body produced.
"It's been awhile...Azreal." Lucifer said.
