Chapter:-3

Adom looked away from the squabbling creature's and back towards the battle. There was a cloud of magic that hung over the fighting masses and he smiled as it continued to swell with every death-Angels death, that is. Thousands of demons had been lost, but they were never truly alive to begin with. Their essences would be cast back into hell and they would be reborn once more with only the need to fight. But the hundreds of dead Angels . . . their souls had been been carefully collected. Lucifer would consume some of them but others would be repurposed into greater demons to serve him.

There was a rush of power, barely noticeable in the flux of the battle, but Adom was completely in tuned with battle magics. His eyes moved over the field in search of the source, and he felt the pausing of the others as they noticed his attention.

"What is it?" Boss asked.

His eyes narrowed as he felt a new pure Angel magic the through the carnage. "One of the pure Angel among them . . . he has left the protection of the runic fields beyond the battle. He has entered the fray."

"They are retreating. Why would a Pure Angel join the fight now?" Man asked as he too looked over the field.

Adom had no answer and so said nothing as he leapt from the cliff and down towards his forces followed by Man and Boss. He felt drawn to this power-drawn to whoever it was that seemed intent on sacrificing themselves. His eyes scanned the carnage as his body moved through the sea of men, women, and demons. He cut down the enemies in his path like a scythe through wheat, a smile curing his lips. If he could destroy a high ranking Angel in the throws of battle, it would be one less obstacle to victory.

Perhaps if the Angel had been less skilled, Adom might have missed him, but the way the young Angel released arrow after arrow into the skulls of the demons-they fell around him like puppets on cut strings.

Adom paused, watching the man and he realized that the Angel wasn't moving. He was staying put, keeping demons away, but not trying to flee or giving into a bloodlust. The Devil eyes narrowed as the Angel paused during a lull and reached down to . . . help someone.

An small girl struggled to get up from the ground. Her side and shoulder were badly burned from his hellfire spell. The acid rain had burned through much of her Wing's, but she still held a blade to fight.

"I'm alright, Win," she said, though her words were soft with strain.

The young man- Win-shook his head. "You shouldn't have been out here," he said with more than a touch of irritation. "Sam-"

The girl made a noise of anger and irritation. "Please don't talk about Sam right now," she said as she finally hauled herself to her feet.

Another wave of his forces moved in on them, but the pair had obviously trained together for an extended length of time. They worked in almost perfect tandem as they cut down demon after demon.