The fire shot out of a nearby shadow behind him and struck his wings dead on. Spectre fired another splitter arrow, this time, raining arrows down from the sky. Then, making sure he wouldn't have time to react, the shadow master took from his side, a smaller trigger device, and clicked the button on it, as dozens of explosions sounded underneath the ground below the celestial. This was the land of volcanoes, and a set of correct explosions like that, would trigger numerous eruptions.

Spectre held out his right hand, and made a fist, causing the arrows to compact back into one single shaft, before catching it with ease. He then stood there, waiting for the angel to approach.

The image of Spectre shook its head as it faded, while the real one popped out behind the celestial, and jammed two steel arrows into his side, arrows that were barbed completely on all sides, so pulling them out would be extremely difficult.

Spectre landed on the ground, picked his arm up with one hand, and aligned the nerves with one another rather quickly, then watched as they reattached rather quickly. He took his bow from back, and strung another barbed arrow. As he did this, the heat in the air began to grow, and flying became much more difficult, as globs of lava sprayed outward. Spectre fired the arrow into a shadow portal, then looked up at the celestial. "Checkmate."

"Excalibur cursed as he landed and he can regenirate why would Michael not know I mean he would be watching each of the fights unless he has been working with him or is using him in some way"
A dark voice deep in his mind spoke
"That is all you ever where Excalibur a pawn used for the bidding of a man who went missing and then pawn for a power hungary angel now you can do something good listen to me and you will live to see another day and defeat this creature to tell the heavens what Michael is up too.
"No I won't there is a chance that he could't have known, the arows must be poisning my mind, hmm that is the side affect for me not good." he kept fighting despreatly to take control of his mind from the darknes that got louder and louder to listen to i
at that moment the thrid aroow pierced him in the side driving out the last of the good that has been despretly trying to hold on "Very well I will do as you ask."
With new vigor the new fallen angel wasted no time in swooping down and grabing the real spectre by the throat started slowly crushing his throat and putting his body over lava to make sure that he had no shadows to retreat too.

Spectre didn't react as expected. The heat was doing some severe damage to his flesh, but he didn't mind, flesh could be mended, no matter the damage, and the fool didn't know of one of his key forms of flesh manipulation. "Checkmate again chap!!!" He sent two of his fingers, covered in energy, toward the eyes of his foes, while he impaled his torso with the other, which was surging with energy.

Spectre's body converted to smoke for a few seconds, before reforming a short distance away from him. "I don't have much use for directly fighting Michael. He does nothing that hinders me. And I have no use for a narrow minded celestial, not at all. You held me over lava, because you thought there could be no shadow, but what you don't know, is I'm an entity, and that the shadows are simply a learned technique. In the past ten thousand years, Michael has learned little about my abilities, other than the few slayer techniques I've used. He sends out a pawn here and there to study further, because he thinks he'll eventually be able to fight me, and take this power of mine."

Spectre seemed surprised by the young celestials words, and a grin developed on his face, "Ignorance must be so bliss. Michael is the law of heaven now, did you not know. Only a few arch angels know what I know, of course, I'm not one of them. God is dead. Actually, a better way to put it, is god, the creator, the almighty, no longer exists. So Michael is free to rule the heavens as he pleases."

Spectre grinned, "Only one being in this world, or rather, the next, has the capabilities to fight Michael and win, at this time anyways, and sadly for you, he has a few hundred chains sticking in him right now."

Spectre broke out laughing, "I do not fear Michael, he is but a pest to me. The only one capable of actually destroying me, is Genesis, and he won't be doing any such thing any time soon. I can be beaten, overpowered, brought to the brink of obliteration by everyone I fight, I can be decapitated, eviscerated, cut in half, even burned with magma, but after all that, I've lived, because I'm smart enough to run and fight another day. You haven't a clue whom I am, truly, and I'd prefer to leave it like that for now. Maybe the Grim Reaper can help you, or rather, the whelp that's taken his place. Oh, by the way, celestials are significantly weaker on earth, well, after a certain amount of time, and you've used up that allotted time with me."

Spectre grinned, "Michael's minions, funny you should mention a few of them........" While he had been speaking, two dark figures appeared from the shadows, one, a small, thin woman, with black hair, and a white suit, with a scarf covering her face, and the other, a massive, ten foot tall hellhound, with black skin, and dark flame over his body. "I say he should send more like these two, I tend to have the better offer for them." The woman was Lelonia, a weapon created by Heaven, a master of light, and the manipulation of the lack of light. The other, was Revlon, leader of the hellhound horde, a former Arch Angel as well.

Lelonia and Revlon knelt down near Spectre, whom patted the woman on the head, "Oh, you misunderstand, they are mine, and I have many more. This is why I do not fear the heavens, for I can their very weapons against them." The girl kept very close to him, almost dependent upon the entity's presence, "Now, I will tell you where the current Grimm is, however, you must do something for me, in order to obtain that information."

Spectre took a knife from within his cloak, one with a red edge, "I want you to cut your wings off with this weapon. They will never regenerate, but you will still be a celestial. I've been looking for a pair of celestial wings as a trophy. Give me yours, and I will ensure that you get the location of the one you wish."

Spectre grinned, "Its more of a trophy, if you take them off yourself. None of them accepted the offer."