Introduction
Now, Lucifer walks the Earth – free from Hell and it’s bounds – with his horsemen; Death, War, Famine and Conquest. Even though Demons walk the Earth with them, Lucifer can’t really bring himself to rely on the deceptive creatures in order to defeat Heaven; after all, they were created to be liars.
Due to this dilemma, he’s over joyed to hear just how many angels fell because of his arrival. So, he sets off after them. After all, he can’t expect the angels to be on his side- so why not bring in the fallen ones who are just like him?
Meanwhile, the fallen angels seek many things of their own- to return to heaven, to get revenge, to help as many as they can. But, they seem to understand the one primary mission; put Luci back into his cage.
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The single reason why angels and Seraphs use bows and hide away from demons: we are such pure creatures that the demons burn holes into us if they are strong enough, Lucifer's presence is so strong that even this far away it's burning away at me. I sent a wave of purification grace throughout my body and stopped it, however the small section of broken stone under me fixed itself due to the purity flowing into it as left overs.
That's when Lucifer's previous statement and Hailey's retort hit me, she's killed angels? I felt my form begin to shake, I knew she killed fallen, that was perfectly fine -heck, I've done it before- but angels? Even if it was their fault in the beginning, it scared me and sickened me. I knelt to the floor and looked up at Hailey who held a glowing sword. I shivered and turned my head to the floor, invisible to sight, I felt my wings bristle and turn to steel.
Her eyes widened, and her sword powered down. "It's such a shame." he sighed. "You are still affected by my mind control." he put his hands in his pockets. "Oh well, we will work on that. Come here." he put his hand out. "but leave the sword." against her wishes, her hand let go of her weapon, and she took a step forward. "Let me go." she managed to grit out, her eyes glowing a dangerous red. He seemed to hesitate after that. "So, it sort of wore off. Hm. Well then, come here." he waved his extended hand and she took another few steps. She slammed her eyes closed but her mind seemed to know where it was going.
Hailey... Can you here me or am I blocked? I questioned silently through a half broken connection, it was much harder to connect to the fallen. I raised my hand and bit at the stitches, staring at them.
I could use my blade... Or I could use my trumpet... My bow is useless... My blade may not hit and my trumpet might accidentally purify this whole area, destroying it... I sighed, drawing my bow and breaking it in half, my blade came from the ruins. I felt dizzy, this wound I have is growing by the second. I looked at Hailey, waiting for her to do something, by now almost everything around them was white.
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"It's because of Mother, isn't it?" his eyes widened. "Yeah, that's it." she lowered her head and gave a small smile. "It's because I was her.. no. Your last creation, even after the Nep-" his hand shot forward and surrounded her throat. "Shut up. What do you know, you weren't even a human year old." he pulled her close, and their faces were inches apart. Instead of continuing, she interrupted him. "That's it isn't it!?" Her face hardened. "I'm the last thing you created, that's why I'm special to you!? Because you can't create anything anymore!" A smile stretched across her face. "You must be really angry with me, huh!? Because your last pure creation became so horribly tainted! Because I'm not Miniel anymore!"
"Oh, it's so clear now!" he smiled evilly. "Miniel's spirit took a liking to you, and no wonder! You go by the name Hailey, now, do you not? Well, it isn't really an upgrade." she grits her teeth and leaps forward once again, swinging her blade. He collides with her and she goes skidding back. By now, his eyes are glowing red and many sounds around her catch her attention. Demons? No. Wait.. Fallen angels...
"Shit!" she cursed, resting her sword on the ground. She pulled her hoodie over her head, exposing her plain grey shirt, and she unfastened her waist cloak. Now all she wore was a sweaty grey shirt, a white pair of trousers with lots of buckles, and very heavily fortified boots. She grabbed her sword again, and let out a shaky breath before pushing herself off the ground and readying her stance. "You know, for an angel, you are allowed to kill fallen right?" she shouted to Spyrth. His eyes widened as he seemed to realise what she implied.
Why was there so many? I never sensed this many before. Thirty... Forty... No, sixty-eight fallen angels. I looked back at Hailey, and then looked at the fallen. I could purify them all with my trumpet, however what of Hailey... I sighed and jumped up, slicing through as many as possible. Injury fell upon me as quick as it did. Unholy things injured me much more than anything an average demon or human, in this sense- a fallen angel can kill me much quicker than anything other than myself (In this form anyway...). I bit my lip and felt myself become dizzy, the wound inflicted by the atmosphere had halted my movement. Blood dripped onto the floor. I was unable to see what was going on behind me, as the fallen kept me on the run. I felt a taint emerge on my left arm, to many fallen in such an impure atmosphere was causing this. I turned on my heel and swore, more?! I sighed and generated chains from the floor that held the fallen down. This is my reality, I can do a lot of things here as long as it doesn't break any of its rules...
Her hair hid her eyes, and her shoulders began to shake as if she was crying. She made no whimper though, not a peep. "You..." she muttered, her voice empty in the air. This was the first time her father had hurt her. The reality came crashing down on her shoulders. He was different. She had seen the fighting coming, but she hadn't truly comprehended it was her father she was fighting, not Lucifer. She managed to wipe her eyes before any tears fell, and she bared her teeth. "This is good." she began to laugh, slightly, as she rose from her feet. "My father is dead, that is nice to know. Now I won't hesitate. Not a second." she rose her head, her red eyes blasting into focus. Wind shot out from her and she let out a large scream, shooting forward. She did not call her sword but instead swung her fists and legs. He caught on and disarmed himself, prepared to fight with his own hands. "I like to think I'm still your father if you would behave!" She couldn't land a single hit, and with his shout, he scored a hook to her jaw. She turned on her feet.
"If you want that, you're gonna have to kill me!" she launched forward again, locking into combat once again. "I will reincarnate you if I have to!" he grabbed her arm and twisted out, and she let out a scream of pain as she felt her bones crack. "I will raise you to be a warrior this time, against Heaven. That was my mistake the first time." she pushed away from him but said nothing, and leapt forward again. "You were not born to serve Heaven, I just didn't see it until I fell and you left." her eyes widened and she dodged his swing. "Was that your plan?! Too reincarnate me?!" she dodged another and managed to get him right in the chest. He was unfazed though. "No," he tilted his head and rose his hands again. "Not at first, it is my plan B though." she let out a roar of pain and jumped forward. "Bastard."
No tears he landed a hit on her jaw, and she fell back a few steps. He continued. Don't you dare cry! she tried to move away, but her thoughts were distracted and he managed to blow out her left knee. She sprawled backwards, and only just got up before he came to her again. Not for him! before she could continue her thoughts, he sent a strong punch to her chest, and they were met with silence as she fell back; her bones gave off a sickening crack at the contact, and she felt her breath shorten with another crack when she hit the ground.
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"Quickly, we can't let her suffer." she felt something sharp on her chest, and before she knew it, the angels were apologising. "Sorry for this, Miniel." they said in unison before the sharp thing on her chest pushed down. No, Don't- she felt herself gasp as a dagger pierced her heart, and blood was sprayed out of her throat and onto the ground beside her. Her eyes widened momentarily before they became devoid of life and swung closed. Above her, a familiar warmth filled the area. Her brothers had arrived, but they had arrived too late. She was already dead when they let out divine screams.
"Miniel!!!"
My reality began to slip away, leaving the town setting. How the hell was I a seraph when I couldn't even save a life. I could have gotten rid of them easily, but I didn't... My silver wings began to allow the soft feathers to return. I couldn't do anything... My pewter grey hair fell in front of my eyes, I didn't have enough grace circling around my body to even move properly now.
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A little girl, with white hair and black eyes, sat in the pile of cloth Hailey had. She stared around curiously. She was probably the size of a 5-year-old. The first thing she saw was a group of angels in the distance, one strikingly familiar. "Spi!" she called, raising her hands out toward him. Lucifer's eyes widened before he reached to gather the young girl in the blankets. A blast of magic as one of the men charged for him. They were both knocked away from her.
"Spi!" she called again.
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A cat? There was a cat around! Possessing it was no problem, due to my affiliation with them. The cat was black and white with grey eyes, it's fur was silky. It wasn't as much possessed than it wanted to do my bidding, as it jumped onto Miniel's shoulder, purring and attempting to get stroked. The best distraction I can make, but if it fails, plan B I guess.
She took a few huge leaping steps, before swinging the blade. It took all the energy out of the one swing, and it fell from her hands before she got the chance to rear back for a second. Her hands burned from holding onto it, and she clutched them to her chest with a whine. The man, no longer being recognised as her father, had jumped to the side. His eyes widened and the both of them fell into an awkward silence, before-
"Yeah! Miniel!" she turned her head, seeing her youngest brother, Samiel, chuck a familiar weapon to her. It slid into her palm easily, fitting her body shape. Her old sword, the one she used to train with when she- when she was little? That made no sense, she was little now. She shook her head clear of the thought and took another leap toward the man. Unprepared for any skill from a now-10-year-old girl, he prepared to disarm her. It didn't work as well as he wanted, as she was prepared.
"Like you said," she grunted, slightly surprised by the high pitch of her voice. Her throat hurt as if she never spoke before. "I'm a natural fighter." she skidded on her feet two seconds before he could grab her, and she spun on her left heel, coming up to an opening in his ribs. Without hesitation, she swung and scored a clean cut. He jumped away once again, growling and healing instantly.
"Or was it that I'm not designed for Heaven, huh bastard?" She heard Sam's cheer behind her, and she retightened her grip on her sword. Her arms were getting tired, even if it had only been a swing of two.
My organs felt as if they had switched places with one another. I felt things move around my weakened form, what had Miniel done? I tried to shift from my spot, but no prevail. My ears rang as I felt unholy presences, well one and a half it seemed. My energy had ran out and my angelic grace ran low, slowly forcing out the seraphim grace.
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"We try, but we try too hard and it's a waste of my time," she said suddenly. He stilled instantly, and a grin spread on her face. "That's the last thing mum said to you before she conceived a Nephilim with a 'pitiful human', yes? I was there, but I forgot it. You got rid of it for me, didn't you?" she asked, her voice slowly but surely becoming angrier by the second. "I remember Grandpa telling us that mum wouldn't be coming home and that you weren't allowed to enter Heaven either. You found out about the Nephilim, didn't you? His name, it was Tristan." she recalled. "Oh yeah, he looked like her. White hair and-" he charged without a word, and she gave out a 'hah' before leaping to the side.
Her own sword (the one she had dropped) changed places with the old one in her hand, and while he was vulnerable, she slashed at his stomach.
She turned her head, seeing the downed angel running their hands through the dirt. "Shit." she cursed under her breath and turned fully. The man across from her held out his hand toward the angel and a white plasma blast came from his hand. "No!!" she jumped. Teleporting, she stood over the downed angel and held out her own hands. A white shield formed and shattered in front of her as it collided with the blast sent from the higher angel. She summoned another one, also shattering on contact. The ball was getting slower and shrinking, but each shattered shield was injuring her. As another one broke, she swung out her left arm and a white slash went through the air. The ball was small now and split in two. The release of magical power was phenomenal and sent a gust of wind outward.
She summoned up another shield, this one larger and placed it around her. The wind could be seen bouncing off it. "Holy shit." she muttered. She wiped the sweat from her hands and looked herself over briefly before focusing on the injured angel.
I saw Miniel in front of me, a shield? She had created a shield to protect me? I closed my eyes, calmed my breathing and my pulse drained to a mere fifty beats per minute. I sent soft allocating magic throughout the air, unnoticeable to all accept Cats and Doves. The first thing it hit was a cat, probably a relative to the previous one. The cat was white when it ran too me, crawling onto my back. This is why I entrusted my spirit to cats in the first place, no matter where you where, a cat was there.
I took a breath, before numbing the senses and transferring my consciousness over to the cat. The cat was feeble on its legs, however now could probably with stand two of Lucifer's attacks. I stretched and stood up, four legs certainly are better than two. I could tell my new form still contained the same blue eyes as before, marking the cat as me. Trying to get up onto Miniel's shoulder, I tried to jump but failed horribly. I meowed softly before purring and walking around Miniel's legs.
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Another bang hit the shield and it cracked but stayed firm. She let out a tired growl and turned on her feet, pushed herself up and flung out her hands. "That's enough!" the shield seemed to obey a silent command and flung outward, hitting everything in it's path and sending everyone into silence. Three young men stood off to the side, fighting fallen. The man had his hand outstretched, as if ready for another attack.
"Who are you!?" she screamed, and he blinked. And he blinked again. "You don't know me?" he asked. He sounded quiet from a distance, but she heard it. "No! Why do you look like my father, and where is all your power coming from if you are a fallen?!" she shouted back at him. He seemed to unfreeze and lower his hand. She felt the boy move beside her. "Well..."
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