Ray stood his sword drawn. Swinging lazy circles through the air. Waiting for a demon. A demon he knew the name of because of a slip of the lip and a stray thought. Fwrthyn. The demon had better come. Better be prepared to have his limbs ripped from him, one by one. Today would be the first fun he had had in a while. Stretching his powers in preparation of a real threat. A threat that required him to unleash his full power. The power that would shake the foundations of the earth. He could feel it. Now all he needed was the snack before hand.

Ray released some of his internal barriers. Flames rose up on his body. Flames that began to turn the stone below his feet into molten rock. He flapped his wings and rose a metre off the ground, so as to stop this melting of the stone. He smiled, grateful to finally be able to show a small insight into his true power. A power that had been released once. In heaven, by God, on purpose.

Fwrthyn would see the calling sign. His name in flames in the sky. The guiding star...

Fwrthyrn's vision flashed before him and he glanced up. Raising an eyebrow, he saw the flames glistening in the sky. "Well what do you know," he muttered sourly.

Within a few moments, he was in the designated place with a sword of his own. Fwrthryn was sick of fighting the same angels with the same swords. It was time he got one of his own. Albeit, theirs would be more powerful than his, but that could be simplified with Fwrthyrn's other abilities.

"So what is the glorified occasion?" he called out sarcastically.

Ray faced the demon, the flames climbing higher, "The occasion my demonic friend is your death. Someone accidentally let your name slip. Remember there is no Freya to stop my hand this time. I will now tear you limb from limb. If you get close to killing me I will up my power. This is a small fraction of it. My real power will shake the foundations of this earth."

Ray smiled widely waiting for the demon. This fight would be in the air. And it was taking place in the mountains to limit the destruction. This demon would die. Painfully.

Fwrthyrn raised an eyebrow, "Wow," he exhaled sarcastically, "You wouldn't know I'm already dead," he remarked, "So sad to say, my death was around 200 years ago, I'm never sure on the exact date," he said conversationally.

He snorted, "I don't need Freya to fight my battles," he replied dryly. "Oh, will you now?" he asked, a bemused expression on his face. Fwrthyrn was enjoying this, especially the confidence from the angel.

"So, be my guest," he said, smiling. Fwrthyrn bowed his head slightly, waiting. He never made the first move.

Ray laughed, this guy was seriously mixed up, "You died. But you every bit as alive as you were before you died. And you shall die again. I don't like Demons. And you seriously pissed me off."

"I have called you here because I can unleash more of my power without harming people. I am made of fire now. But the fire that kills demons. Why the Devil tried to kill me and my family one year ago. I shall eventually get to him. But until then I shall let him know a Firesword lives on."

Ray made the fire even hotter, melting the stone a metre below him. Too bad. This demon would die. Ray swooped in on Fwrthyn...

"Am I?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow, "Sometimes I wander the Earth, thinking that I am dead. Because surely life has a positive side of things doesn't it?" Fwrthyrn didn't wait for an answer before ploughing on, "I am as dead as anything, there is nothing in life to enjoy," he muttered darkly. "I am merely existing, and existence is nothing like living. If you want to end my existence on this Earth, feel free, but it won't get you anywhere."

"Well it would be quite unusual if any angels liked demons," Fwrthyrn contemplated sarcastically.

Fwrthyrn took on a bored look, not impressed. "And? Is that it, your life story? What do you want me to say, well done?" he carried on, the patronising tone dripping with venom.

Rayil launched himself at Fwthyrn, him merely dodging, and righting himself to face the angel.

Ray turned immediately after going past the demon. Very well he would play differently.

"Not at all. In fact don't say well done. Oh and I have liked a demon. Lilith... Now I have sworn to kill her. A reincarnation changed her... What I want you to do is prepare to scream. Because you will scream. Scream as the flames that devour demons fully, not just the body but the very essence, the soul."

He stepped down onto the stone. The stone warping, bubbling and melting beneath him. He stepped towards the demon until he became a blur and swung the sword hard and fast in a quick succession of 10 different strikes...

"Liked a demon?" he said incredulously. Fwrthyrn snorted at the mention of Lilith, "Oh, how sad," he continued in his condescending tone.

"I don't do screaming," Fwrthyrn said wryly. "Right... And what if the flames just .. whoosh past?" he asked, lightly almost. He emphasised this with his hand, moving carefree in front of him.

Fwrthyrn looked at the intensity of the fire beneath Rayil, on the stone. He was ready for him when Rayil attacked.

The 1 strike pierced him, of which Fwrthyrn took an intake of breath from the surprise of the pain. As the angel retracted to pierce him once more, or nine as Fwrthyrn noted afterwards, he healed himself as best as he could.

The gnashing pain continued to travel inside him but Fwrthyrn merely ignored it.

The rest of the 9 strikes didn't hit home. True to his word, they shot inside him, and out again, with no blood spilt on Fwrthyrn's behalf.

When only one of the strikes hit home he snarled. He made tails burst from the base of his spine, ended in sharp points, covered in the same demon killing fire that covered his body.

"It won't whoosh past. This fire is demon fire, it destroys demons."

Ray laughed as he swung the sword once more in a series of rapid strokes, and his tails jabbed and sped towards the demon.

Fwrthyrn raised an eyebrow coolly at the tails, not impressed. "Right…" he answered slowly, his tone intending that Rayil was stupid as well as mad.

"Not if the demon isn’t a demon anymore," he said mysteriously, smirking.

Fwrthyrn flew backwards at a very fast pace. The sword fell short as Fwrthyrn retreated. The tails, Fwrthyrn was ready for. Extracting the fierce energy from the fire Rayil so pleasurably supplied, he summoned the darkness and sent it flying towards the angel in the form of several, growling, massive tornadoes.