I'm bracing myself as a source of heat draws closer and closer to my body, my wings covering me as well. I'm suddenly tackled to the side, and I let out a short yelp, flying to the side as a sudden heated blast skims my arm. I look back to see the whole back side of the hotel destroyed from that attack, my eyes almost out of its sockets. There was no way I would have survived that blast; it caused so much damage, that the building that took the hit instead was already crumbling to pieces. The angel flapped its wings, its giant eye looking for me. Then the other eyes opened as well, and I could feel my heart stop again as they landed on me. "Josie, you have to fly now! I need both hands to open a portal out of here!" Loss shouted, as he cursed at the sight of the angel. I did as I was told, flying next to him as smoke came all around us, covering us from view. "You cannot hide from the wrongdoings of which you caused. The threat must be taken out, so say
The skies have turned into a dark gray, and when the earth cracks open, flames lick the sides of broken ground. A platform made of brimstone, and smell of salt emerges from the ground, the earth trambling at what it's birthed. I must look crazy, or crazy cool, as I sit on the throne made for me. It's made of the bones of the damned, and I grin, flashing the terrified humans a scary smile. Loss is on one side of me, Amon on the other. The replacement leader of Sorren, Roxas, stands behind the throne, facing towards the the crowd, laughing like a maniac at them. I fight an eyeroll, knowing he's doing too much. One of the reasons that the sky has blackened is the wings of the fallen angels, and Nephilim flapped, looking like crows ahd overtaken the skies. Demons waited for my order, as the desire to run chaos ran high. They extend long forked tongues at the humans, licking their lips. I feel their hunger as my own, and my eyes change color, my body preparing to at
The angel dove for me, silently screaming into my mind, and I readied my blade, showing no fear. And there was none; if I could take this angel down, we would win. The War Angel barreled to me, ignoring anyone else, and I did the same. This was my one and only target, and I grabbed my blade just as it's eye began to glow. Wasting no time, I flung it as hard as I could, and it screeched out in pain, the blade meeting it's mark, and sticking smack dab in the center of the pupil. I watched in glee, as the sword began to turn smoky, entering into the cracks it left of the War Angel. The white light of the angel began to dim, turning into a smoky gray lighting, the whiteness turning into a coal black. Even it's feathered wings turned bat-like, the iris of the eyes once ocean blue, and now a crimson blood red color. I had done it. The angel was now under my control, and I was its master. No longer was it a War Angel, now it was a War Demon. I flew over to it, la
My cage is like a glass box, and I pace, my hands blackened from attempting to break out. I've had no word from anyone, and Loss is currently in Heaven, trying to break down the gates. Through my pacing, I can see the black flames burning bright, and if I keep looking, I'll go blind. Lucifer only stepped into my cage once, not saying anything, but looking at me, as if I had secrets he was trying to unravel. I stared back, and then he was back out of the door, hearing the click of a lock sliding back in place. I have no idea what they're going to do to me. The waiting is what's killing me, and I can feel my stomach sink in like I swallowed stones. My wings drape behind me, useless, and I continue to pace. I have no sense of time down here, so I could be here for hours or days, but one day, the door slams open, and Satan steps in, followed by Lucifer behind him. They're giving me cold looks, and shivers run up and down my spine. I don't let them see that I'm afra
They seem to hold me in the building that doesn't exist, Lucifer and Satan invested on the war that's going on. When they ignore my pacing, I stand off behind them, watching the battle rage on in Heaven. Now and then, Lucifer pays attention to me, and it's the kind where I feel brainwashed by his beauty. A sort of forced craving comes upon me, as I wonder what he'd look like out of clothes. Probably brighter than any star or sun created. I inwardly curse myself and go back to pacing, planning and overthinking. And occasionly looking at the black slab, as the battle continues. Loss is what catches my eye the most; he's like his own army, moving fast, and cutting through weapons that are made of heavenly divine weapons while he uses devilcrafted swords and so forth. I catch myself more than once admiring the bulge of his biceps as his body tenses and then braces itself against the opponents attacks, how one swipe of a sword shreds his shirt, and I can see
They wasted no time, opening a portal underneath us, and the sensation of falling hit me. We landed in Heaven, and I caught myself, trying not to bash my face in. As I righted myself, I saw Lucifer, Satan, and the Devil rush at the silver gates. Loss was instantly by my side, and he pulled me into a tight hug. I yelped, as my damaged wing was moved. He let me go, straightening it out before I could react, and my nails dug into his arms, my teeth clenched hard together. You started this. Everyone froze as the ground shook, the voice so deep, it couldn't be heard with our ears, but be precieved with our minds. A hand of light and stars appeared, and my vision swam as it reached down and grabbed me. Loss jumped in between us, but it scorched his mid-section, and he cried out before dropping to the ground. "LOSS!" I screamed, trying to reach out for him, but the hand is grabbing me, and I'm being pulled away, the gates closing as I'm pulled inside. I catch t
Loss's POVLoss gasped out, almost head-butting Lucifer, as he felt like he had been shoved off a cliff. He didn't know where he was at nor did he care; he had to find a way to help Josie. As he moved, pain sparked in his chest area, and he clenched his teeth. Lucifer pushed him back down on the soft mattress, steadying Loss. "Easy there speedy. You can't just be moving around all willy-nilly. You were struck by God's Holiness. You're going to need time to recover from that." Lucifer said, as he backed up and a girl stepped forward, rubbing a thick salve like substance on his wound. Loss flinched, but relaxed as a cold numbness rushed over him, and he laid back down. "We have to save Josie." Loss said, feeling a sense of drowsiness come over him. Lucifer arched an eyebrow, but said nothing as he stepped out of the way of the girl. "About that, we have no idea where God could have taken her. Satan thinks that like Hell, Heaven might have a circle of Divine no o
I sit waiting again, and draw circles on the floor. I've grown use to the shocks, and my body barely flinches at them now. Heavy footsteps shake the ground the way an earthquake would, and I peer up, feeling nerves and fear sharpen my eyesight. It's who I think it is, and the stars making his existence seem more peacful than he is. You are strange one. Possibly one of my creations, but there's something different about you from the others. Something that I can't quite place. I didn't know what to say; imagine having the almighty God question if he made you or not. He reaches in, plucking me back in his hand. I don't struggle to be freed, as I know it's no point. His touch is icy cold; for some reason I thought he would be warmer. And God is a giant-giant; I can't see his face due to the clouds always covering it. God walks along the mirror waters, the fog smelling like honeysuckle. Despite being in here for I don't even know how long, I still don't know w