Going to Heck...(:P)

Ein shuffled in

( I have an explanation for my absence and one liner in Pains topic lol )

Xyron analyzed the image carefully. "Hmm, it seems that Hell is already preparing for war. Stop here, Cassiel." The guardian angel pointed at a small portal-shaped disturbance in the lower realms. "See how the demons flock to it? I have no doubt that the exit is based in our plane. It might provide enough of a distraction for us to enter from a different path." Xyron paused, musing. "The main question is how..."

(Cue Kabel or Karma entering with a "I can help with that" or something similar. Also, Thread Bumped and Convo Purged.)

(Not yet.)
"Azrael." Shamgarel paused for a moment waiting for any comments on his suggestion.

Faith was quite content to just watch Cass but when she noticed he was having a bit of trouble she was wondering if she should offer her help. She wasn't sure HOW she could help but she would ask. Slowly she slid forward with a grace only an angel could possess as she moved to the older angels side and laid her hands over his.
"Tell me what to do, I can try and help," she said, biting on her lip. The light obviously had to pass through.... But how?

The Image of hell dissipated, returning to the floor it once was, He turned to Faith and said. "I don't know If you can. I need someone to focus light into the scope... Then I can separate the spectrum into the correct colors by forcing a prism effect to absorb and reflecting light. Then combined with my ability to see hell constantly, I can make it my telescope into the projector you just saw. It's a lot of work for me. I cannot do all of it at once, especially when I am making the colors almost picture perfect."

Cassiel resumed to project the scrying projection on the floor again

Xyron looked dazed, as if he had just experienced a swift and unexpected punch to the gut. Shamgarel had really just suggested bringing him in? The Cleric Angel realized that his mouth was agape. He closed it, consciously swallowing to combat the dryness plagueing his throat. He stared at Shamgarel, trying to discern the other's seriousness.

"No." Xyron finally found words to express his feeling. "I want nothing more to do with... HIM." He realized he could not even give voice to the Angel of Death's name. "We have already relied on him far too much. If not for him, we would not have attracted Raide's Ire as we have, and Tenshi would still be with us. Not to mention... other events to which I hold him responsible." He lowered his voice and shifted his eyes away from the Warrior Angel.

Shamgarel stared at Xyron with a mixture of confusion, hurt, and anger on his face, "How can you even say that? How is any of this his doing? He's done nothing but help me. He even brought Jaci's parents back from the otherside. He's done nothing as far as my knowledge extends that warrants the blame you're pushing in his direction. I'm aware you hold some sort of, for the lack of a better word, grudge against him, but he's still one of us. Aside from the fact that he can't directly enter this conflict, he'll still help us stop Armageddon. You know as well as I do that this event has been pressed far to early. And you know as well as I do that he's compelled to help during times like these. So unless anyone else knows of a better way to get to Hell, he's our only choice."

Faith thought for a moment, carefully assessing all of the options, not that she knew who the person they were talking about was because she would have objected straight away if she had of known. She glanced to Cass with a frown trying to think of how her powers could be of help in anyway.
"Can it be any light? I mean... does it have to be your light or would another source be okay?" she frowned slightly, her wings shuffling. She was itching to fly in her own bod once more but she hadn't had the chance, what with Scarlet being in hospital and then the whole fight thing and now the prospect of going to hell... Her angelic essence flipped at the idea of going into that darkness and her blonde hair fell into her blue eyes.
"Well..." she began, thinking. "There's always the Gods... I mean... The ones from the Greek mythology that seem to be wondering around, there's Athena I guess, she might know a way in but it might take a while... And we need to get there pretty quick," she shrugged slightly. It was a suggestion.

Cassiel Sightseeing portal fluctuated for a little bit as he said, "Yes." to Faith. After all the telescope was working like a high school overhead projector. He was a little angry about no one else was taking the opportunity to see the depths of hell and what to expect. In fact if one could see out the tiny details. One could see a small upside tornado of demons flying into the sky and disappearing into nothingness.

"Cassiel!" Shamgarel shouted a bit in frustration. "One thing at a time. It doesn't matter much what Hell looks like if we can't get in. It seems I'm the only one thinking about this logically and I'm the one with the most to lose." Shamgarel strolled between them, continuing to talk, "Now, I appreciate that you, my friends, are so willing to help. But if all I'm going to hear is obejections to logic and huffing like a snubbed child because no one's looking at your display, I'd rather do this alone. In fact I still think I should, none of you knew her the way I did, none of you loved her anywhere as much as I did."

"And sometimes love makes us blind to the things in our way, Sham they'll expect you to be going in, they'll have a plan to distract you so your blind to the dangers, you might say now that that wont happen but love makes all of us act different at some point or another," she said softly, her voice calm. She could feel the snap of different emotions in the air and she was tempted to use her own power to soothe them all so they wouldn't argue, she would if an argument broke out.
"And Athena only murders those who hurt others," she shrugged slightly. "It's her job, it's what she was made to believe in. But if you think this other guy is better then let's do it," she nodded, brushing her blonde hair back.
"We're trying to help Sham, we're all tired and we've all lost people we care about, shouting wont help."

Xyron's head was whirling. Thoughts and memories scattered through his head. Azrael and Xyron had never gotten along, but their jobs as the Angel of Death and the Angel of Miracles respectively only served to widen the gap. Then, on the night Xyron saved an innocent by taking her from Azrael's grasp, the rift had become almost permanent. Azrael had (as far as Xyron was concerned) tried to kill someone who was perfectly capable of surviving. But it was God's will that the innocent die, so Xyron was cast from heaven. And it was all Azrael's fault. If the other had just left this one innocent, let Xyron do HIS job, everything would still be in order.

But what did that have to do with now? Shamgarel was right, this was the time for action, not disputes. Tenshi was a prisoner of war in an actual Hell. It was up to them to save her. By ANY means necessary. Even if it meant making a deal with Death to cheat the Devil.

"You are not the only one who loved her. She is one of us. A Sister by actions if not by birth. A comrade in arms by means of GUN, and a valued member of the Hand. I believed there to be a better way to enter hell than by approaching Azrael. He will have far too much involvement in this matter already, likely as not. But I cannot think of a faster way, and time is a commodity that we have very little of. We need to strike now, whilst these demons and their ilk are captivated by this portal. So, dear friend," Xyron offered his hand out to Shamgarel, "Lets have another quick chat with Death."

Cassiel dissapated his projection, quietly angered, he maintained the same bored monotonous look on his face, as he collapsed his telescope and put it away. He remained silent. He didn't say anything, one because he knew morale was about as high as it could get, and two, anything he said or did would be hacked down with Shamgarel's insulting remarks. His feelings were in sync with xyron, but not so much as Shamgarel. He wanted to say how he sympathized with Tenshi. How he watched over her as well as the rest of the Hand of justice before descending down to earth to assist himself. But he knew that Shamgarel would say something along the lines of how Cassiel was not there to experience Tenshi's influence. This is where Shamgarel was wrong. He practically knew Tenshi better than anyone. Cassiel's vision was not gray or tunnel-visioned. It was like he was actually there, blended into the background or a nobody in the crowded streets of the city.

His dislike to Shamgarel was forming a rift between them. Its almost as if it was separating Cassiel from Shamgarel in a similar fashion to Xyron and Azrel. Shamgarel was a warrior of the physical state, whilst Cassiel was one of the mind. It was not such an extreme as life and death. But the feeling was becoming mutual. Cassiel was starting to like Xyron for his personality, and curiosity. He understood that. Even a pretty much all knowing angel would have curiosities of the unknown. His incompatibility with Shamgarel is his lack of common sense. He would get slaughtered if he charged in alone. Especially if he didn't know which way to charge. For all Shamgarel knew, he would charge in the wrong direction. It would be like a normal swordsman running into a wall of gunners. It would not end well.

He knew Tenshi better than anyone.

(He might think that, but no, he doesn't. He's the Watcher, not the Stalker.)

Shamgarel took his old friend's hand in his and embraced him in a very brotherly fashion, "Thank you Xyron, I should know by now that you'll always come through for me. And I really do appreciate both of your help, Faith, Cassiel. I'm sorry I snapped but it's just getting so frustrating. Yes you all may have felt love for her like she was a sister, but none of you felt like I did about her, please try and understand this my friends, my mind is focused on her, not this contest we've seem to gotten ourselves into over who knew her the best." Shamgarel straightened himself out and continued, "So know that we've agreed on Azrael being the fastest and most discreet way into Hell, we need a plan. And thank you Faith for actually putting forth ideas. I know I shot it down quickly but Athena's a known associate of that mad man Ferrum. At least with Azrael we know what we're getting. I'd rater deal with the Death than take a chance on human nature any day. Now, Cassiel, if you wouldn't mind I'd like for you to show me what we're going into."

Faith's lips were twisted slightly, the moods in the air were affecting her as much as the real emotions might and to be honest she was beginning to share a few of the emotions Cassie did. Why did Sham always have to try and stamp everyone else down when no-one else had said they thought they knew Tenshi better? It was getting to her slightly but her blue eyes were now on Cass, she seemed to be ignored by the 'leader' of the hand of justice a lot which was fine by her.
"How does it work then?" she asked for she was truly interested in the device, she hadn't seen one like that before, only heard about it in myths and legends.
"Show me how I can help and I will," she nodded slightly.