Chen Mo’s naughty android assistant. Atmosphere enlivener and king of boxing.

Asura#1145

My body wanes and is distorted.
Smoke moves all around me (troublesome clouds), 
and it's as if I cease to exist.

I blink in and out of time and wonder if I can still be seen,
when the light-of-seeing is denied even to me.

Do you still whisper at dusk, or cry out for me at midnight? 
Do you still reach to pull yourself up into my light...?
Or do you ebb as I wane? 

As if in response to my tired calls, 
a wave crashes, 
sounding out the end and beginning of dreaming. 

Then a song pours out over the ocean, 
pulling me close and scattering my light,
little as it is.

I pull myself deeper into the hood of night,
feeling your fingers pulling at the edge of my mind.
I am now content to wait, 
here in the dark.

Knowing.


SARIEL, THE LONE SEEKER
As the Earth tugs on the Moon, the Moon tugs back on the Earth. For each force, another will always exist in perfect opposition. The lives of men and Angels are similar. Though the power of one may be greater than the other, their existence reflects each other.

When the war started, the Angels that were uninvolved stayed clear of the wave of death that spread across the Earth. To risk one’s immortality on fighting seemed chance not worth taking. Sariel perched above it all, waiting for the wave of bloodshed to roll back. In doing so, his power receded as well. He waited patiently and watched himself waste away. He waited for his time to come, to venture out and regain his freedom amongst the stars.

SARIEL, ANGEL OF THE WANING MOON

One more war, one less war, what difference does it make when you've been dead since the dark age?

The dark general

From hunter to prey, there is only one step...

The Hunter

Under the surface of the world, an invisible force exerts itself upon us. Dull waves of its gravity pour across us without notice, without a trace. Even as it tosses us about, we do not see it. We are oblivious to its movement, even as it throws us to the ground.

TAMIEL, ANGEL OF THE UNSEEN

In the oppressive silence of the grove, one can still hear the sound of their roots crisscrossing the trees. Thanks to careless travellers, the vegetation had never been so lush.

Sentinel of The Grove

Don’t touch me
You fiend, you terror
Not for one moment

You’ve moved my mind
You’ve stopped my heart
You fiend, you terror
I want you to touch me again

Don’t tempt me
Don’t tempt me
I want to see you march again

BARAQIEL, THE LIVING VESSEL
The rituals Baraqiel performed were an object of fascination for both men and Angels alike. He brought to them the gift of tamed lightning. Despite the widespread appreciation for the fruits of this work, few volunteered to assist. Baraqiel was known not only for the power he commanded, but also his lack of respect for it. His fall was the first to prove that Watchers were not complete in their wisdom or their immortality.

BARAQIEL, ANGEL OF LIGHTNING

Warden MK-1 Log: “As one Ice Twister collides with another, the collision should
generate an energy field great enough to recharge the Warden’s SOL drives to
almost full capacity.”

REMOTE STORM

The stone carver sits upon dusty throne
His hand strong from labor's past
The world turns without him
Lost to time, his youth, his comfort, his mind 

And yet the stone remembers all
Each offense recorded, blow by blow
The tale of a young man
Lost in a world that turned without him
Who rested his strong hand upon a dusty throne

ARMAROS, ANGEL OF UNDOING

This season brings many things,
fairer tidings and fairer weather.

A bold and brilliant sky shining in golden hue,
these destined days without end.

Look to the horizon my sons,
see for yourself.

Its glory becomes us.

ANANIEL, THE SINGER OF DARK SONGS
One day as the sun began to set, the boats attempted to return to shore. Ananiel pleaded with them to stay. They ignored his words. So, in a fit of anger, he summoned the waves to do what his words could not. He wrenched their boats from shore until the land was lost to the horizon. In life, first seafarers had been his acolytes. In death, they were their own men.

ANANIEL, ANGEL OF STORMS

What hath been wrought
Across the fiery hilltop

These sculptures of men
Whose names the Angels forgot

PENEMUE, ANGEL OF THE WRITTEN WORD

Where did you just go?
You were here with us, and then
We didn't see you leave

On the wind I hear my name
They sing my story
With open arms, they wait
beckoning me to join them. 

Oh, to see your face again
Welcome friend
You’ve been away too long
What tales do you bring?
What wisdom? 

The love we had
It never fades
These golden hours, call me
They say my name

ASBEEL, ANGEL OF RUIN

Pestilence

The Black Rider

MJ consecrates Kobe and blesses his way as the basketball warrior.

KNIGHTHOOD

Warden MK-1 Log: “Parents would tell their kids stories of the sentient machines who
dethroned their creators and escaped to the stars in some biblical-like second
exodus. But the truth is often lost in history.”

MACHINE CITY

This unit was in charge of the living quarters of Egxyen. She was responsible of controlling the health state of the engineer and made sure that all the machines that kept the area breathable were in perfect condition.

Household unit

David Bowie live at Milton Keynes Bowl in the UK, where he performed to 200,000 people over three nights due to unprecedented demand for tickets to his three sold out Wembley Arena shows.

"Imagine"

Embedded with green sapphire, these iron badges are made to bring about luck, particularly in a sense of abundance, only warriors of courage will be awarded one of the greenish badges./nBadges of the collection are only awarded to the owners (by the time of snapshot) of MugenARt cards from Mystery Packs during Flow Fest.