God is gone. Sealed away into a different part of the universe. But Asherah has escaped. And she is free. She knows exactly what she wants to do. We're up in the air, our wings tangled as we spin in slow circles. Loss has me against his bare chest, his warmth intermingling with my own. Music doesn't play, yet we continue to sway, and Loss kisses my temple, running a hand through my hair. I smile softly, leaning up to kiss his lips, and his arms around my waist tighten. Since the whole sealing-the-gods-away issue passed, it was just nothing but peace. The humans continuesd to worship their God, normalcy returned on earth. As thunder sounded, Loss looked into the distance. I wondered what he saw, or what he was thinking as his body tensed, and he held me away from the sky for a bit. "Loss." I said, cupping his face so he would look at me. He looked down, eyes tensed, mouth turned down. "It's okay. It's over." His gaze softens, and he presses h
The things crawl out of the destroyed remains of the cabin, it's one eye blinking as it tries to sniff me and Loss out. I can feel my body freeze in place in shock, having never seen whatever this was. Loss curses, and I struggle to be freed of his arms, as I don't want to weigh him down. But Loss holds on, and flies forward, the thing screeching behind us. I steal a glance, seeing how extra limbs appear then disappear to help with it's movements, it's neck stretching like an iguana's tongue, the bulbous head shifting from side to side from the weight of the head, and the weak support of the neck. The skin of the creature is grayed and peeling, crakcs showing around the nostrils, and eyes, long teeth looking like splintered wood. Shivers rushed through me as it locked eyes with me, beady red eyes staring me down. "Loss let me go." I whispered, and Loss blinks us out of existence, the familiar crackle of flames surrounding us making the location known.We're back in hell.We place
They barrel towards me, and I spring up, my wings helping me dodge their so many hands. I concentrate on not getting taken, zig-zagging from one place to the other. Loss is fighting them off, blinking from one spot to the next, his weapon glowing black like midnight. The sword cuts the creatures in half, or they lose a limb, black flames engulfing them. Something latches on my back then, and I cry out, fingers wrapping around my throat as I'm dragged down. Nonononono More hands grab my arms and legs in place, as they yank me down. Loss is in front of me, slicing the arms off of me. He grabs me, and I grip on the coin tightly. The limbs of the creatures twitch as the black flames eat them away. I close my eyes, and take a deep breath, letting the demon of me awaken. My wings are bigger, and the scales on my skin shine like a polished snake's. I look around, my eyesight now one of accurate aura reading. I glare and target them two at a time, ripping out their throats with my claw
The demons carry the bodies of Loss and Josie as they enter them into healing side of the castle, pressing hellfire stones on to their wound and skin. Their color is changing though at a quicker speed, looking more ash colored than anything. "The stones aren't working." one demon tells Lucifer, and he glares at the Enoch coin in his palm, a faint glow coming from it. "Those angels never know what's going on." Lucifer muttered, clenching the coin in his hand, as he ordered the other demons to bring in more hellstones, and to place it on all of the exposed skin they could. The demons nodded, placing them all over Loss, and Josie, and there was only a slight change in their ashy color. What are we going to do, Lucifer thought, these two were the only ones who had a chance to stop Asherah. Loss twitched in his sleep, his breathing becoming more labored. One demon placed his fingers just under his nostrils, trying to see if he could feel the
Everything feels off as I gaze at the demons that had tried to revive us back to life. My body has no aches and it feels like I've taken a long nap. Grogginess overcomes me, and I rub my eyes. Loss sits up looking down at himself, and then runs over to where I am, placing his hands on my face, and turning me this way and that. I slap his hands away, and he smiles, kissing both of my cheeks. "How do you feel?" Lucifer asks warily, dismissing the other demons. They bow, and disperse from the area. "I feel fine." I say, opening my hands and then closing them. "It's like sleep was all we needed to heal." Loss says, moving his arms up and down, as he stretches. "Well, something like that." Lucifer says, as he holds out the coin of Enoch, hand trembling. "This coin was activated by I don't know what, and then symbols appeared and settled over the both of you." We both stared at him as if he was crazy, but he sighed, handing the coin off to Loss. "I
I was only thirteen when I watched my mother die. She had been battling a mysterious illness that doctors couldn't pinpoint. They forced her to take chemo, treating it like cancer. And I was there for all of it. My father hadn't been a part of my life in a long time, leaving when I was just a baby. And I wish I could say it was great between my mother and I but I'd be lying. Moher had gotten on to me many times, screaming that I deserved to be place in the loony bin because I came to her each time I saw an angel walking next to a person. She thought it was cute at first, since I first started telling her about them when I was six. Seven years later though, I still told her about them, and about six months ago, she put me on a medication that "helped" the things I saw. I lied though, stating that there were no angels, which seemed to make Mother happy. Throughout this though, she got sicker, and sicker, huge bruises covering her entire body, and the left side of her
Tammy had fought the courts, as they tried to place me in a foster care home. She showed them a note that my mother had wrote before she had passed. That had helped a lot, the courts granting permission that I live with her instead of some strangers. Once I got settled into Tammy's house, I got to meet both of her kids, Sabrina, and her younger brother Sam who was fifteen. Although related, they were more different; Sabrina was a quiet, studious girl, whose dream was to become a nurse like her mother. Every other weekend, she was volunteering at a nursing home, or in her room studying. Sam was more of a rebel; he took more of the appearance of his father, having curly borwn hair, and dark brown eyes. He was always smiling, active in sports, and games. Though he didn't take school as seriously as Sabrina, he was always holed up in her room, trying to study for the big tests. I of course was the oddball out. Though I was grateful I could call this pla
This time around, I'm at the pool, only my legs in the water, enjoying the sun rays. Summer is almost close to an end, so I'm trying to enjoy it as much as I can. I close my eyes, the heat nice on my skin, my legs cooled off by the pool's water. I've been at my apartment for about a week and a half now, and though Tammy tries to come over almost every day, I tell her it's time for her to relax, and do some her time. She's been sending videos of herself going for walks, and enjoying the sun, and now when I see her smile, it doesn't look forced , or filled with anxiety. Since I injured myself, the angels fear me. They try to avoid me as much as possible, and their fear goes to the humans they're assigned to. They part from me as if I have a means to hurt them, and even after all the research I've done, I've come up with zero results as to why they would be scared of me. I've tried to accept it, but I'm always reminded of the fact, because I can see them every time I