Chapter 34: Flightless
When people told him he wouldn't amount to anything, he knew in his heart, he would prove them wrong. When they spit and kicked him, he bit his tongue to not lash out. There WILL be a day when he would laugh and take his vengeance 3x more than what they've done to him. He was no weakling for them to just push around, like a ragdoll.
Laughing loudly with his mouth wide, as if his face would split from the grin, Samael ripped the wings and tossed the angels into the sky. His tail, think and sharp, pierced through their abdomen easily. The purple demon swiped and smashed his tail at the other angels. The pierced angels on his tail, slid off from all the movements, rolling and bloodied.
A stab into his shoulder did not stop the laughter, it intensified it. As if he had no care in the world, the King of Hell swatted the angel warriors like one swatting an annoying fly. They were too weak for his attention. He had already fought their leader, old, centuries of experiences rolled off him, but he was no match for Samael.
"Soon, so very soon," the purple demon opened his mouth and bit into the commander of the west.
Blood dropping down his mouth and splatters on his face, he continued with an unfazed smile.
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Michael swiped with his large sword taking out those in his way, like wind against paper. He needed to reach the erected cathedral first before that monster did. His second in command understood when he departed. He thought back to what his father had spoken to him about.
"You must reach the cathedral before Samael," God told him.
"As you wish Father," he bowed, head low and on his knee.
"When you arrive there," his father continued, "You will cleanse it. Free it from the stench of demons."
"I will bring holy water," the loyal angel stated.
"Take this," his father said and Michael lifted his head, "Stand, my son."
He complied and took the small pot and tuck it into his robe. Standing straight, like a military soldier in front of his captain, he did not complain or caused any ruckus. That was all that was needed to be said between them.
God's loyalist, God's warrior, God's right hand, but never God's favorite. Never was he God's loveliest, God's special one, never was he God's best. Those title belonged to the fallen angel so long ago. No one had taken over those titles. He felt no one ever would.
But this wasn't about it. It was not about his former brother; this was about his kin, Eve. The female demon whose body held the deadliest demons' strength. She was a threat to both Heaven and Hell since the day she was conceived. However, there was a truce, a semi-peace that was created by Satan and his father for many centuries. But now, now Michael knew this was going to be a battle that would not age well.
If mankind were still around after this war, he was sure they would be telling tales of this bloody war. The screams, the blood, the feathers of both angels and demons… a bloodbath.
Michael looked before him and found his lips thinning. He should be seeing the form of the building from his distance, but he saw nothing. Could Eve had moved it before they were to reach it? But would that move the energy, the power of both Heaven and Hell? No, that shouldn't be possible.
Pushing himself to fly faster, the dust that picked up from earlier blew like a tornado behind him. The trees bend, the dusts moved, even the leaves dared not touch him. He saw a patch of blonde hair and orange. Slowing down, he knew this was not a mortal man. No human would be stupid enough to stand in the middle of war unless they wish death upon themselves.
Dropping to his feet, his golden boots landed on the ground silently as he walked up the person. Back facing him, Michael held his sword with his eyes lowered into slits. The man held a long and thin sword that made it inconspicuous, but the elder angel was not fooled. He had seen plenty of demon blades to know it was more than a simple blade.
Standing a mere 3 meters away, he lifted his blade and called out to the man.
"Who are you?"
"Brother Michael."
"So it is you, Adam," the loyal angel did not drop his hand as the angel turned to face him, "Where is the demon?"
"Gone."
'Gone?' Michael thinned his lips, before opening it, "Where is she?"
"Gone," the blonde man stated with eyes narrowed and hands wrapped around the hilt of the blade.
'He wishes to fight,' the elder stated narrowing his eyes, 'To give her time, perhaps?'
The young angel attacked with an upward strike, but he blocked it easily. Another strike from the left, the right, the right, top, and more. Slashing, clanking of metals, sparks created with the clashed all echoed in the vast empty space. Shockwaves and dusts flying high around them, neither one stopped.
The elder spread his wings and went high, waiting for the other to join them. The young one stayed on solid ground, bringing a frown to the loyalist of God. Falling down like a bullet out of a gun, the experienced angel aimed at his target and struck.
Adam blocked the blow, but his arms were struggling to hold it back. His bare feet slid meters from their original location and continued, until Adam used his strength to push the elder off to the side. He wasn't as trained or strong as the number one warrior of God's, so naturally his arms would pulse fast and his chest was hurting. The sword did not touch anywhere on his body, but it felt as if it had. He could feel bruises forming on his body, as if the older angel had punched all over his body.
"Why did you not fly?" The armored angel questioned readying his thick sword.
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She followed the pulse as the darkness pushed her forward. Golden lights, warm body, safe and comfort. She opened her eyes and arrived where she knew he was at.
Gabriel.
"You should have not come," the angel quickly walked to her, "What are you thinking?!"
She did not say a word but grab his hand and left. Back into the darkness she surfed and then light once more. Water flooded their vision as they swam to the shore.
"Eve," the angel spluttered as he coughed the water out of his lungs.
"This place," she stood tall and looked at him, "You will survive. It will protect you."
"What?" Gabriel started as his eyes widened, "Eve! What are you planning!"
Eve was quiet for a moment as she looked at the dead fire. Glancing at the angel who now stood and was holding her shoulders. Wet brown bangs laid against his forehead, covering parts of his blue eyes.
"My father will return," she said softly as she removed his hands on her, "He will need you."
Gabriel was confused and shook his head, reaching for the demon once more. She avoided his touch as she stepped back. The fire grew and he looked over at it, then back at Eve.
"Little fire," she spoke to the fire, but her eyes were on the angel, "It is time."
"Time?" Gabriel questioned and before he could reach for her, she left leaving only her last statement to him echoing in the cavern.
"You saved me Gabriel; now I will save you."
"Eve!" He shouted and tried to escape through where they entered, but he hit an invisible wall before the exit. Dropping to his knees as the water splashed, he pressed his hands with his head hung low, against the shield.
One prison to another.
"What are you planning Eve?" he questioned in the quiet of the cave.
'What are you going to do?'
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