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[nexmosnonlucror]

Characters: Tom Riddle [nexmosnonlucror], Raphael [expunger], Lucifer [outsidewindows], and Severus Snape [snarkypotions]
When: Sunday, December 11.
Where: A street in the city.
Rating: R for violence.
Summary: Tom stole something precious to the angels. The angels have come to get it back. It's too bad Tom isn't planning on going down without a vicious fight.

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VS RAPHAEL.

[nexmosnonlucror]

Tom was outside a hollowed tree, where he had recently deposited the grace. It was cloaked in magic -- powerful magic, hidden charms, dangerously Dark enchantments -- so strong that anyone with a dim sixth sense would be able to tell something was wrong.

But Tom wasn't exactly hiding, not anymore.

It had been days. He knew it was only a matter of time before someone found him.

He may as well make it difficult to get what they wanted.

[expunger]

Of course he couldn't run. Of course he couldn't hide. One archangel angry and determined to find you was a formidable enough enemy. But to rile them all and bring them together, to inspire cooperation among the strongest of God's soldiers- that was a ticking clock with only seconds left, at best. Tom wasn't terribly easy to find, but once she had a location it was as simple as showing up.

Raphael landed softly, wings closing as silent as an owl by night, not the slightest trace of sound. She didn't bother to stop and consider the screaming feeling of wrongness emanating from the place, a howling Hellishness that should make anything less than an archangel turn and run. Instead, the angel chose to announce herself by lighting up the pain center of his brain.

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Pain was pain -- Tom knew it well, as his closest friend. And while Tom snarled a curse underneath his breath at the sudden pain wracking his body, it was only physical. Nothing compared to the horrific agony of tearing his soul in half. He could endure this, just as he could endure anything else -- a special sheer force of will.

"Cute," Tom murmured softly, but a sudden burstof magic exploded from his fingertips, directed toward Raphael -- an invisible set of strings, coated in Dark magic, aimed for the metaphysical bonds of her wings, to tie her in place.

He would not have her running while she screamed in pain for him.

[expunger]

On instinct Raphael took flight, but that magic caught against one of her wings, bringing her to the ground again halfway between where she was and her destination, some ten feet away from Tom and the tree. It hurt enough to pierce through the veil of Hellfire and actually affect her, though she didn't let it show before swiping her hand through the air with a snarl, meant to send him hurtling into the tree hard enough to crack his skull.

In an instant she was running to him, inwardly cursing the bald audacity of trying to clip an angel's wings. "You will regret that."

[nexmosnonlucror]

The spell knocked him from his feet, but Tom threw out a hand to cushion his impact with a spell, in order to save both his spine and his head. The tree still hurt, though he suppressed it with a flash of annoyance, and Tom looked amused.

"You will be the example, then," Tom said quietly, raising his wand quickly, a massive wall of magic being cast with a silent Protego.

Like a bird hitting a windshield.

[expunger]

Raphael felt a flash of something strange, like Enochian warding or holy fire, and stopped unnaturally abruptly a foot in front of the wall of magic. She raised a hand to it- strong, yes, very strong, but nothing she couldn't destroy. She pressed the flat of her palm to it and funneled through it the massive power of an archangel. Holy white light flared blindingly from her palm with a force that can and had ripped angels apart at the seams, rending the wall of magic apart and hitting him full force.

The blinding light would hit Tom like the worst, most painful and inexorable kind of Reductor Curse, but Raphael would not stop. She was determined to brutalize through the shield and rip him apart from the inside- not simply his body, but to tear bigger holes in that ruined soul and burn it from the inside.

[nexmosnonlucror]

Tom immediately closed his eyes at the light -- he had not been so stupid as to break Castiel's Grace open for a specific reason, after all -- and he felt the painful rush of the light approaching him, but Tom immediately thrust his wand downward, toward the ground, snarling something underneath his breath, with his eyes still closed, to erect another wall of magic around him, encircling him like a tightly enclosed cage.

A prison.

A protective guard.

It began to crack and wither, at the seams, and Tom hissed to himself in pain, but he did not cry out in pain -- until it began to touch his soul. That got a snarl of pain out of him that was larger than the rest, but he kept his mouth tightly shut.

This was nothing compared to the ritual he had performed on himself.

He would survive.