Capítulo 16: The Demon Prince - Beelzebub
Tears streamed down Gabriel's face as he poured out his emotions, "You're the one who betrayed us! You told us you would help save the souls, but you didn't come back! All of us were punished by trusting you, and now we've become fallen."
His gaze averted, Gabriel struggled to meet Azrael's eyes, his pain evident. In response, Azrael humbly lowered his head and spoke with genuine remorse, "I'm sorry, Gabriel. I'm still recovering my memories, even up until now. But I truly am deeply sorry for everything I did before."
Mirai's voice softened as she joined the conversation, her emotions echoing through her words, "I was angry with him too when I first encountered him in this human world. But as I saw him and spent time with him, I couldn't help but feel that there was more to the story than I initially thought. Blaming him for everything seemed unjust somehow."
The trio's conversation was abruptly interrupted by desperate cries for help nearby. "Aaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!! help!!!!" The urgent pleas echoed through the air, followed by another voice urgently exclaiming, "Somebody!!! help us!!" Azrael, Mirai, and Gabriel exchanged concerned glances before swiftly turning in the direction of the distress calls, ready to respond to the imminent danger.
With a determined nod, Gabriel declared his intent to address their conversation later and took swift action to help those in distress. He leapt into motion, his agile form moving swiftly as he followed the sound of the cries for help. Azrael and Mirai watched as he disappeared into the darkness, their thoughts racing with concern for both the unfolding situation and the complexities of their own encounters with a fallen Archangel.
As Gabriel soared through the air, his sharp instincts alerted him to the imminent danger. Reacting swiftly, he skillfully evaded the approaching tentacles, gracefully altering his trajectory. In a seamless motion, he repositioned himself, drawing upon his celestial abilities to conjure his sacred bow and arrow. With unwavering focus, he released the arrow, its flight guided by his precision. It struck true, piercing through the tentacles with a resolute purpose. Gabriel's movements exuded a sense of grace and mastery, showcasing the prowess of an Archangel in action.
The arrows unleashed by Gabriel found their mark, severing the grip of the sinister tentacles and freeing the captive humans from their clutches. However, his momentary victory was abruptly disrupted by the presence of a formidable entity. With a mixture of astonishment and concern etched on his face, Gabriel's attention was drawn to the source of the disturbance—the demon prince known as Beelzebub. The unexpected encounter with such a powerful adversary prompted a pause in Gabriel's swift actions, as he locked eyes with the formidable demon, uncertainty mingling with the determination in his gaze.
Beelzebub's sinister laughter echoed through the air, the dark resonance sending shivers down the spines of those who heard it. The demon prince's malevolent grin widened as he locked his gaze onto Gabriel, the Angel who dared to challenge his predatory actions.
With a mixture of determination and frustration, Gabriel confronted Beelzebub's ominous presence. His voice rang out, a blend of accusation and urgency directed at the demon before him. The question he posed carried the weight of a broken pact, a breach of the delicate balance between the realms of heaven and hell.
"What are you doing here? there is an agreement between heaven and hell! why are you devouring human souls!" Gabriel shouted.
Amidst the tension that hung in the air, the clash between celestial forces and infernal malevolence was poised to unfold, a battle of wills with consequences that reverberated far beyond the immediate confrontation.
Beelzebub's derisive laughter cut through the tension like a blade, his contempt for rules and order evident in his words. The demon prince's defiance resonated with a chaotic energy that matched the writhing mass of tentacles converging on Gabriel, a tangible manifestation of his malevolent power.
Facing this onslaught, Gabriel's resolve remained unshaken. He braced himself, drawing upon his celestial strength and unwavering determination. As the multitude of tentacles surged forward, Gabriel's own power surged within him, culminating in a radiant burst of light that coalesced into a barrier of ethereal energy, shielding him from the impending attack.
With each precise movement, Gabriel maneuvered through the onslaught of tentacles with the grace of a dancer, his celestial agility and swiftness allowing him to swiftly evade their grasping reach. As Beelzebub's sinister plan unfolded, and the demon scattered his appendages towards the vulnerable humans, Gabriel's determination to protect them surged even stronger.
Brandishing his weapon, the Sacred Bow and Arrow, with unyielding focus, Gabriel unleashed a barrage of shots that found their mark, intercepting the tentacles and severing them before they could ensnare the innocent bystanders. The resounding twang of his bowstring echoed through the chaos, a symphony of defiance against the malevolent forces that sought to prey on the helpless.
His actions were a testament to his duty as an Archangel, a Guardian Angel, to safeguard humanity from the clutches of darkness. As each arrow found its target, Gabriel's resolve burned brighter, a beacon of hope cutting through the miasma of despair cast by Beelzebub. The battle between light and darkness raged on, a testament to the eternal struggle that defined the realms beyond mortal sight.
The tension in the air crackled with intensity as Gabriel's words clashed with Beelzebub's frustration. Amidst the chaos and the swirling darkness, the two beings stood as stark contrasts, representing the eternal struggle between heaven and hell. Gabriel's unwavering determination radiated like a beacon, refusing to yield to the malevolent force before him.
With a graceful yet resolute stance, Gabriel held his ground, his weapon a testament to his readiness to face the Prince of Demons. Beelzebub's anger and frustration were palpable, but Gabriel's steadfast spirit seemed to absorb their negativity, transforming it into a shield of resilience.
"Gabriel!" The familiar voice rang out, carrying a mix of concern and determination. Turning his attention, Gabriel's eyes widened at the sight of Jasmine standing there, her presence unexpected yet oddly comforting amidst the chaos. He couldn't fathom why she had followed him into this dangerous situation.
"Jasmine! What are you doing here? Please get out of here now!" Gabriel's urgency was evident in his voice, a blend of worry and urgency lacing his words. He didn't want her to be caught up in this battle between heavenly and demonic forces. Yet, even as he urged her to leave, a warmth spread within him, knowing that she had come to find him, to stand by his side.
"Jasmine!" Gabriel's heart skipped a beat as he heard her voice once more, now revealing a pressing concern. Her words struck him deeply, as he realized the gravity of the situation. His attention was torn between the ongoing battle with Beelzebub and Jasmine's plea for assistance.
"My father was wounded, and I need help," Jasmine's voice trembled with worry, her eyes conveying the distress she felt. Gabriel's resolve wavered, torn between the immediate danger before him and his desire to help Jasmine and her father.
Heaving a conflicted sigh, Gabriel muttered to himself, "This doesn't look good. What am I going to do?" The weight of responsibility hung heavy on his shoulders, torn between his duty as an Archangel and his compassion for the humans he was meant to protect.
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