Azrael's body burned with dark power, and she stared down at Baal's broken body; and her eyes then shifted back to the Avatar. "Nyar, your end is near."
The Avatar laughed and looked at her, amused and amazed. "The Primal Portfolio of the END. How curious. You aren't even charged up to a tenth of your former power, and you're just a celestial, not a divine god, to use that power fully."
Nyar was right, even if Azrael was an Archangel, she is still just a celestial, an angel that should be working under a god, a god powerful enough to fuel her with power.
"So what if you just fueled yourself a bit? You're nowhere near your prime, and even that prime wasn't able to stop me." As he giggled, Azrael slowly moved her scythe, drawing a half-moon of shadows in the air.
"Creation, and Destruction."
"Entropy, and Stillness."
"Eternity, and Ephemerality."
"The Beginning, and The End."
She chanted, and the crust of the universe shook.
