Snippet #1645978

“What in all the hells!?” Angel’s eyes snapped open and jumped to the left in the very nanosecond before her head would have been taken off by the two wraiths attacking her from the front and back. Of course that didn’t help too much, as the Wraiths immediately flew after her.

Angel spun around midair, using the momentum to help swing her newly appeared scythe horizontally at one of them, who simply ducked to avoid it. The Wraith brought its claws up and tried to dig its claws under Angel’s jaw. Angel flung her head backwards in order to dodge it, and also to backflip and kick the Wraith right it its face. Probably not the best move while wearing a dress, but she still did it a lot.

The Wraith flew backwards a few feet, just in time for the second one to rush forward, swinging its claws like a madman. It was all Angel could do to twist in every which way to avoid its moves. But the demon was still pushing her back, and the other Wraith had decided to fly behind her and attack from behind.

Angel was dodging the Wraith in front of her easily. But the thing was fast. Real fast, and she couldn’t seem to find an opening. Angel was the fastest thing alive or dead, but if she struck, it would leave her open for a counter. She didn’t notice the Wraith behind her until it was too late. Its claw came rushing for the back of her head, but Angel didn’t notice until it was grazing her hair. She jerked her head to the left, but the claws still ran across her cheek.

Shit. Cornered. She thought as she rocketed in the sky, unable to defend on the ground. The Wraiths soared into the sky after her, stopping a few meters in front of her.

It was a classic, gunslinger moment. Angel and the Wraiths were in a standoff in midair. The girl slowly brought her hand up and wiped her bleeding cheek, smearing it a bit, but more importantly…

Keeping it off her dress.

“God you two are annoying.” Angel said, frowning, her scythe hanging in her hand. The Wraiths only let out a low, rumbling laugh. Or maybe it was a growl. Either or.

“How the hell did Diego summon Wraiths anyway?” Angel held a hand to her hip. This time, that low grumble was definitely a laugh. “FUCK YOU BOTH!!” Angel yelled as she flew forward, now very annoyed. She swung at the both of them side by side. One went up and the other down. Angel through her scythe down at the one below her, who simply sidestepped it. But Angel wasn’t done. She yanked her hand upwards, and a black rope materialized connecting the scythes handle and Angel’s wrist. Her scythe was yanked upward, slicing the unsuspecting Wraiths arm clean off.

An otherworldly screech rang through the air, the kind that makes the hairs on your entire body stand up. But Angel didn’t care, she was concentrating on the Wraith above her, who was back to attacking her wildly, keeping her on the defensive.

I don’t get it! Angel couldn’t help but think as she dodged the Wraiths moves. How did he do it!? Diego shouldn’t be able to summon demons! He’s a necromancer! He’d need some kind of celestial blood to do-

And then it clicked. Somehow forgetting to be defensive, Angel absentmindedly kicked the Wraith in the face, sending it flying over to the other one who was just starting to quit wailing.

Angel blood… Angel had a blank look on her face, just hanging there in the air. My blood… the school… Angel rubbed her neck. Summoned… he used my blood… to summon these… and there’s probably more… Angel’s eyes widened, and she looked at the Wraiths.

“Sebastian… danger…” She could barely speak. Angel was in shock. And then she wasn’t.

He used my blood… to hunt us down… My blood… is… is it my fault? No… it’s Diego’s… Angel’s eyes darkened to almost black, her face slowly beginning to scowl. Diego’s fault… Sebastian could be hurt… and it’s all… his…

“DIEGO I WILL END YOU!!” Angel screamed, her eyes fully dark now. Without so much as a warning, Angel shot herself at the poor Wraiths, using the handle of her scythe the bash the heads of both of them nearly thirty feet away. Electricity began the crackle all over her body. Angel didn’t rush after the Wraiths this time. Instead she dropped her scythe, the weapon hanging by the rope that just reappeared, and raised both her hands up. The electricity around her body suddenly turned black.

”Die.” Angel said simply, glaring at the Wraiths with a crazed yet controlled smile on her face. It wasn’t a demand. It was a statement of fact. She brought her hands down, and two black bolts of lightning came down from the blue sky, striking both the Wraiths dead instantly. But Angel smiled and kept the stream of lightning going for a full ten seconds. Just to make sure.

Not even ashes fell when the lightning stopped. But no, Angel wasn’t finished. There were more Wraiths, and they would all die.

Angel was gone from the sky in a second, crashing through the window to Nathan’s house, smiling wickedly, holding her scythe blade down, like a sword.
Wraith bodies were on the floor. One was on fire. Whether they were already dead or not Angel didn’t care. One swing of her scythe had lightning shooting from it and vaporizing the bodies in a flash and a crack. She then turned her deadly gaze two the guardians, and spoke. Her voice was layered, as it was when she was angry.

”Where. Is. My. Brother.”