[Fanfiction] Sacred Sin

intro
chapter 14

Chapter 14 : Legion

There was a violent cacophony resounding though the area. Screams, angry shouting and more.
"SHUT UP!!!" Lilith screamed at the mingling demon horde. "Dragonite! What kind of legion is this?!" the male demon with blue horns scoffed. He raised his right paw, and the demon army went silent. "Better." the female demon said and flexed her wings. Lilith lowered her voice. "We're waiting for Hecate." Just in that moment, the queen of witches appeared in a swarm of crows. A quiet whisper rolled like a wave across the demon legion. "Alright, you lot!" Lilith shouted and turned forward. "There's a new war ahead of us. We all remember what happened 200 years ago." she paused. "So what about getting the winged bastards back for it? What do you say, huh?!" The minor demons were jubilant. They raised their spears and halberds into the air. Dragonite raised his paw again.
"There have been reports from Chloro Savasuke about the angels. We're dealing with big fish like Israfil now. It has also been written that these Angels have contracters. Hespera Chamber and Harahel, Valerie Aberline and Barachiel, Lance Kingsford and Nathaniel and Esther Veloce and Ariel." He held up a paper with the mentioned mice's photos on it. "They are some of our prime targets." Hecate spoke up.
"We only have a remaining 7 days to prepare for battle. Beelzebub, Abaddon, Lucifer, Lilith and me are all collecting our legions right now. You idiots are going to need to put everything into methods to acquire power in this upcoming week."
"Hear, hear." It was Belial who appeared next to Dragonite, putting an arm around him. "Make sure to take out the angels as your main priority." he chuckled. "We'll take care of the rest. Drago, stay here and watch the legion. They're too excited for their own good." and with that, he disappeared.
"That concludes today's news!" Dragonite said, turning to Lilith and Hecate. "You can leave now. Make sure to assemble every last weakling of your legions." Lilith scoffed.
"Yeah. Sure."

***

Several angels sat behind a round, white marble table. There was Michael, Israfil, Raziel, Azrael, Barachiel, Harahel and Gabriel. All of them sat and looked at what seemed to be a map of the Sanctuary High school grounds. Several chess pawns in blue and red crystals were scattered across. Red for the demons, blue for the angels. Harahel tapped lightly on the table with his paw.
“But if they’re bringing their legions…” he paused. The angels exchanged brief glances.
“We bring ours.” Gabriel filled in the brunet mouse’s sentence with a slight grin on his face. “Might’ve been a rash decision, but what do you think?”
“How many are they bringing?” Michael asked, stoic as usual.
“Well… about 100, that’s for sure.” Harahel mumbled, still staring at the map.
“A hundred?!” Barachiel exclaimed. “No no no, that won’t do at all!”
“I guess we’ll have to comply with Gabriel’s decision.” Israfil said and moved a couple of small, blue pawns toward a cluster of equally small, red ones. “Collect our armies, Gabriel. Please hurry.” The divine messenger nodded and stood up from his place behind the table, sprawling the brilliant white wings and taking off.

Among the red and blue pawns on the map stood a couple of colored ones. A golden one for Michael, purple for Raziel. Dark red for Azrael, yellow for Barachiel. Mint for Raphael, green for Ariel. Orange for Nathaniel, brown for Harahel and soft pink for Uriel. On the opposite side, behind the red demon pawns stood a number of other pawns. Black for Lucifer, royal blue for Belial. Acid green for Mammon, silver for Lilith. Navy for Hecate, dark purple for Abaddon. Scarlet for Asmodeus, mulberry for Belphegor. Emerald green for Verin and finally, bright pink for Beelzebub. Those were the demons of Hell that had legions and also were the most formidable enemies. Israfil looked at Michael.
“How do you think this war will turn out like?”

***

It was nearly the end of the semester. There was Christmas caroling, baking and more church sermons. Everything proceeded as usual apart from the fact that Hespera and Landon grew apart. Mice asked them what happened, but they never gave any direct answer. The contracters’ training times were used effectively by their Otherworld companions. Landon and Karma could soon spar with their own demons and each other without problem and Dorrin shot from the bow like a pro. Hespera, Valerie and Lance made the best use of their magic. Even Esther improved a bit. For a couple of days, everybody seemed to forget about the upcoming war. Everybody except for the headmaster. He sat in his office, connected to his bedroom in one of the school’s towers. Israfil was there too, looking out the large window framed with heavy velvet curtains. His hair swayed gently, even without wind. Northcrest looked at the angel with a small smile.
“Are you still dwelling on my request?” Israfil was quiet for a good two minutes before responding.
“…Yes.” The headmaster laughed.
“Come on, don’t be so gloomy. It’s nearly Christmas after all.”
“I know but—“ the angel paused again. “They’re going to attack us then.”
“Don’t worry. It’ll all be okay … right?” Northcrest’s voice cracked at the end. He covered his face with his paws and spoke quietly. “We can’t win this time.” Israfil turned around and floated over to the headmaster, putting an arm around him.
“…Don’t say so, m’lord. Please.”

***

Dorrin looked at Mammon.
“When do you think… my dream will be fulfilled?” the demon sneered.
“As soon as we win the war. In the glowing aftermatch, you’ll get everything.” He paused. “And I am 100% positive we are going to win. By the way,” the demon suddenly added. Dorrin looked at Mammon. “I like your music.”Dorrin looked flustered.
“O-oh… well, thank you…!” the mulberry-haired demon grinned and laughed.
“Anytime!”

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#62

Omfg,Dragonite is really a badass

#63

bublamorce a dit :
Omfg,Dragonite is really a badass

belial's badass dog.
yep.

#64

intro
chapter 15

to clarify, abaddon and beelzebub aren't related. mentioning bc abaddon is referred to as the king of demons ( hell, technically ) and beelzebub as the prince of hell

Chapter 15 : Abaddon

”So, who is Abaddon?” Landon asked and peered at Belial. “You said he dug up the memento mori grave once.” The Antichrist looked at Hecate who flinched at the aforementioned name. Her face bore a concerned look. The company and their contractors were sitting in a large room with a couple of new demons present. Verin sat on the spine of a red velvet sofa behind Lucifer and Lilith, waving his tail around restlessly. He was the demon of impatience after all. Belphegor was also present with his long, curling maroon hair tied with golden beads.
“Yes, he did.” Belial replied. “He spooks me though.” The white-haired demon added and chuckled. Hecate nearly hugged herself and rubbed her arms.
“Abaddon’s gross.” She mumbled and looked away. Lucifer’s face scrunched up in something that looked like a mixture of laughter and crying.
“He’s kinda creepy.” Beelzebub added to the rest of the comments, dangling his legs absentmindedly. He was too short for the chair. “Stinks of dead corpses.” Karma didn’t miss his chance and threw in a smartass response.
“Aren’t you demons supposed to be used to that?”
“I prefer sweets, mortal!” the prince scowled. Verin crossed his arms and jumped off from the sofa’s spine, turning around to face the mice.
“Why don’t we go visit Abaddon then?” Everyone stared. “What? Isn’t that the best way to find out who he is exactly? I mean, the rest of us already know but the mortal mice don’t. Come on, let’s go!” he said and walked past the furniture to the wooden door.
“Wait!” it was Hecate who shot up from her place. “Half of us don’t even know the way.” The hell prince jumped up, suddenly energized.
“I do!” Beelzebub said gleefully and flew over to Verin by the door. “Let’s go visit Abaddon~” Belphegor groaned and Lucifer shrugged as they got up and Hecate pushed her large hat over her eyes.

While they were walking, Karma was pressing information out of Lucifer on as to why Hecate was so unsettled by the mention of Abaddon. It wasn’t very long story, but it certainly was humorous. On the wavering, thin road to the mysterious demon’s estate everybody struck up small chats between each other. Below the view of hell opened up. Red, rocky plains with houses and roads of obsidian cutting through the landscape like veins. Mammon kept pestering Belphegor and Dorrin tried to make the two stop. Karma also pointed out new runes creeping over Landon’s neck and ears for which Belial received a punch in the shoulder. The demon winced with a grin on his face as his master lined up the shirt collar to cover the runes. Verin and Beelzebub circled in front of the group, soon bumping into a large, black iron gate.
“Well, we’re here now.” The insect-winged demon said and landed in front of the gate. Lucifer stepped up to the extremely oversized door and gave off a few loud knocks. It was very dark in this corner of hell for no apparent reason. Even Belphegor, who’s mansion was on the highest point in hell couldn’t see Abaddon’s estate. The gate opened with a loud creak. The inside was reminiscent of a gothic church chapel with ridiculously tall ceilings and detailed stone carvings. Everything was black. Everything. The candelabras hanging from the ceilings and the candles on them were black. The furniture was ebony black, polished until it was shining. The stone from which the entire mansion was built was also very, very black. Dark velvet curtains hang randomly throughout the hall as far as the eye could see. They were suspended with rubies and emeralds framed in black gold. The group stepped on further, up small staircases and through long corridors. Eventually, their noses caught the whiff of rotting corpses. Beelzebub had led them to an another tall door and the stench of corpses got worse.

Behind the door was a grand throne room. Dozens of pillars to the left, dozens of pillars to the right. The room had no windows, unlike the rest of the mansion. The group’s steps echoed as they walked through the pillars. Demon mice with deformed heads stood guard along the road up to a single throne, their razor sharp spears on full attention. On the throne sat a tall mouse. Straight, black hair was held together in some places with ruby hairclips. Long sleeves of thin fabric with intricate lace adorning the edges were strewn everywhere, just like the long coat. He wore a crown of bones. He appeared to be slumbering. That is, until Beelzebub stepped on the tip of the demon’s tail. Speaking of his tail, the tip was sharp and dark green. Abaddon perked up and opened his crimson eyes, staring at the group. Beelzebub waved and smiled. A grin crept up on the demon’s face. In a flash, he was next to Hecate.
“Ooooh, hellooooo… Did you come to visit me again?” he smirked. Hecate pushed the tall mouse away and crossed her arms.
“Sod off, rangly old man.” Abaddon laughed. It was a somewhat hollow, echoing laugh.
“Could it be? You’re still mad.” Belial clapped his paws together as Landon turned around to look at the tall, black-furred demon next to Hecate.
“There you go, master. That’s Abaddon.” The demon king scowled.
“Is that all? You interrupted me in the middle of sleep just to introduce me to some mortals?”
“That’s not all.” Lucifer jumped in. “Did anyone inform you yet?” Abaddon looked mildly perplexed. “Okay, guess not. We’re waging war on heaven in a couple of days. Get your legion collected if it isn’t already.” The ebony-haired demon propped up his head with his paw.
“Oooooh, I see.” Abaddon snapped his fingers. “Alianor!” a female demon showed up with her long, white hooded cape trailing behind her. Curved horns stuck out from the hood and a large sword was strapped by her side. “Get the legions ready. We’ve war to wage.” He said and grinned. The demon who was called Alianor nodded silently and turned around. Abaddon turned right and began almost gliding down one of the hallways, waving with his paw for the group to follow. His long robes brushed the dark floor. A slightly apologetic facial expression appeared. “I wasn’t expecting guests, so…” Dorrin smiled somewhat hesitantly.

“It’s quite alright.” Abaddon waved to one of the monster-headed mice servants, mumbling something in it’s ear. The servant ran off.
“I assume you all don’t like the smell of death.” He turned around. Karma was shaking his head and Hecate had already covered her mouth and nose along with Lilith. Abaddon snapped his fingers again and suddenly, everything was filled with a subtle but pleasant jasmine aroma. The king pulled open a door to a drawing room set neatly with a table and several chairs. Large windows with dark green stained glass graced the wall. “Sit down.” He motioned toward the ornate chairs. Everybody took their place constantly watching their feet to not step on any of Abaddon’s trailing robes. The monster-headed servant came in again, pushing a tray with a tea set in front of it. As it poured tea into the cups, Abaddon folded his paws neatly in his lap, hidden in his sleeves. “So, what’s this war you’re speaking of?”
“We’re repeating the event of 200 years ago.” Lucifer said, picking up one of the cups decorated with green vines.
“What, already?”
“The hell you mean “already”, Abaddon?!” Verin chimed in with clear annoyance.
“That’s what I mean. I thought angels were more patient.”
“It wasn’t them this time. It was me.” Belial said and raised his paw while taking a sip of the Earl Grey tea, which ended up being expertly prepared by the monster-headed servant. “My temper’s gotten short.” The king grinned.
“I also see some of you got contractors again.” The demon’s red eyes rolled over Landon, Karma and Dorrin. “They aren’t scared?”
“I wouldn’t say they’re scared…” Lucifer said in a puzzled tone. “Perhaps a bit hesitant, regretful?” Landon’s eyebrow quirked in annoyance. “Well, as we all know Belial is very persuasive so maybe not his contracter.” The white-haired demon grinned.
“Soooo, Abaddon…” Belphegor spoke up. He was very quiet along with Lilith and Hecate, but perhaps they were just biding their time. “Are there any news?”
“I got a visit from Chloro.” Lucifer winced at the name and Belial mumbled something along the lines of ‘that fucking pest’. “He’s brought some lightly surprising news.” The demons and mortal mice listened intently. “It shouldn’t be very surprising but the angels are bringing their armies along.” Hecate nearly spit out her tea.
“Excuse you, old geezer?! They what?!” The queen of witches questioned loudly. Abaddon nodded.
“They are.” The demon set down his cup and adjusted the bone crown on his head. “Fully armed, too.” Lucifer sighed.
“Then we do the same.”

#65

Hah
I like how Karma's just like
"Yay dead things"

#66

fabULOUS-
*mom interrupts by talking with me*
stOP I HAVE GOT A PARADISE TO BE IN AND READ >:^(

Anyway, DA FANFICTIONS ARE TOO MOAR- CRIES ;3;

#67

Basgetti a dit :
Hah
I like how Karma's just like
"Yay dead things"

and how everybody hates chloro

#68

Sirusthemice a dit :
Basgetti a dit :
Hah
I like how Karma's just like
"Yay dead things"

and how everybody hates chloro

Well if they found out that he helped Fog escape the wonderful land of cellars -

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#69

Basgetti a dit :
Sirusthemice a dit :
Basgetti a dit :
Hah
I like how Karma's just like
"Yay dead things"

and how everybody hates chloro

Well if they found out that he helped Fog escape the wonderful land of cellars -

they low-key hate him regardless

#70

Sirusthemice a dit :
Basgetti a dit :
Sirusthemice a dit :
Basgetti a dit :
Hah
I like how Karma's just like
"Yay dead things"

and how everybody hates chloro

Well if they found out that he helped Fog escape the wonderful land of cellars -

they low-key hate him regardless

Rip Chloro
foreveralone
he has a brother too haha

#71

intro
Sinful SS02

abaddon will get creepier trust me

Sinful Side Story 02 : Dining

Somewhere down the road, Hecate fucked up. Like, really fucked up. Lucifer got really pissed that one time. So, he decided to send her to live with Abaddon for a week. Perhaps it was a rash and somewhat inconsiderate decision, but he had to do something. Lucifer never showed her the way to Abaddon’s estate. Never. The queen of witches was just flat out teleported there. Our story of how Hecate came to low-key fear Abaddon starts here. The demon king’s mansion was dark, as usual. Eerie strips of green light filtered through the emerald-colored stained glass lit the floor in some places. Hecate got up and wrinkled her nose at the utterly abominable stench of death hovering around the gothic building. Everything was oddly empty, though. None of the monstrous servants and mutilated guards were around. No amalgamated demon mice crawling around the mansion like they used to. Did Abaddon chain them up? Why would he though? She took a couple of steps down one of the extensive hallways. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Hecate’s heeled boots tapped rhythmically against the black marble floor. The female demon mouse had no, absolutely no clue of where things were located in this god-forsaken mansion. She just decided to trust her nose, though. The rotten corpse smell strengthened ever so slightly, indicating something might be near. Abaddon, probably. Hecate spotted a staircase, leading downwards. Dark. No torches lit what-so-ever. The queen of witches raised her paw and summoned a little flame helping her orient in the choking darkness. Many demons were in fact quite unsettled by this tainted, messed up corner of hell. The cramped passage seemed to lead to either cellars or some sort of prison catacombs. A morgue? Secret stash of things? Hecate didn’t really want to find out but at the same time, she needed something to kill time with. Exploring until stumbling upon another living being was the only option she currently had. Increasing the flame’s strength, Hecate’s ears perked up. A gross, squishy sound from somewhere in the front. It sounded like something eating. More squishing and occasional crunches were exerted from the crawling darkness as Hecate neared with the flame shimmering in her gloved paw. Tossing it forward with a flick of her wrist, the magic lit up the area. What it’s cold light revealed was Abaddon, coiled around a corpse on the stone floor. The corpse, which seemed to be mauled, was ripped up in several places. Blood, guts and other internals hung out and dangled freely. Bone shards were everywhere on the floor. Hecate jumped back in a mixture of disgust and surprise.
“What the—?!” The black-furred demon stood up to his full height and with a wave of his sleeve, the blood and potential guts disappeared from his attire.
“See, this kinda shit is why I don’t show myself around anyone.” He sighed, but didn’t wipe the eerily huge, toothy grin off of his face. “Lucifer sure knows how to pick out punishments for his peers.” Hecate seemed to be more than done with this shit. She stormed out of the cellar, cancelling out the flames in the process. The queen ran through the hallways, least said creeped out. Abaddon was following not too far behind in a cluster of velvet shadows. Hecate slid into a room and shut the door, making sure the lock clicked. The room was dark and she couldn’t see anything, so stumbling forward was the only option. In a split second though, the queen fell backwards screeching. Abaddon sat before her and put his paw to his lips, making a “shhhh” noise.
“Fucking christ, what were you doing?!”
“Eating.”

#72

Brb hugging Abaddon

#73

Basgetti a dit :
Brb hugging Abaddon

HE APPRECIATES IT IT'S BEEN AT LEAST 1000 YEARS SINCE HE GOT A HUG

#74

HE'S MY NEW BEST FRIEND-

#75

intro
chapter 16

SHE DEEEEEEEED

Chapter 16 : Trumpeteer

It was time. It was simply time. Nearly every single mouse that went to Sanctuary had left for the festivities in their warm, cozy homes. The school grounds would've been empty if not for two small groups of mice. The sky was dark and clouded and there was a thin layer of snow on the groud. Clouds, colored cobalt blue parted themselves in the wavering evening sky. A light shone through. Hundreds of thousands winged figures were descending. The angelic armies had arrived. The demons on the other side stood calmly with their contractors and watched. The wind was picking up as the queen of witches, Hecate, sliced the ground open with her scythe. From there rose the demons' legions. They were screaming and roaring unlike the angels who quietly landed behind each of their commanders. Hecate signed something with her paws.
"Abaddon is missing." it said. The mulberry-haired demon, Mammon, replied with:
"We know. He wanted to stage a surprise." He turned to Lucifer. "Do you know what it is?" the black and orange-furred mouse shook his head. Lilith raised her paw upwards, pointing at two mice standing on the school's roof.
"Look". the rest of the demons turned to where she was pointing. There, up on the tiled roof, stood a mouse in a flaring blue coat. It was embroidered with golden crosses along the edge. Next to the mouse was an angel with opened wings. The headmaster raised his paw, as if gesturing for the angel to begin.
"Israfil." There was a certain apocalyptic feeling around the half blond half white-haired angel as he raised the trumpet to his mouth. Lucifer flinched.
“STEP BACK!!” the demon screamed. A deep trumpet noise rang throughout the area, pulling along a wave of impact that made even the sturdiest buildings waver. One of the school’s beautiful stained glass window looked like it was ready to shatter. As the demons jumped back, the ground sunk while shaking almost as if it was an earthquake. Mighty spikes of rock rose around it like fangs. The headmaster spoke.
“This is your battlefield.” Hespera turned to the school building, which was in it’s previous place, unaltered.
“Doesn’t Israfil use magic, too?” she asked. Harahel pushed up his spectacles up on his nose.
“He uses light magic just like Michael. Though, the trumpet of judgement as it’s also called amplifies that magic a hundredfold. It also has different abilities… like this.” The brunet mouse angel gestured to the newly-made battlefield. Landon, Karma and Dorrin summoned their weapons. Belial smirked.
“What are you winged bastard standing around for?!” he shouted. There was a drop of agitation but also adrenaline and excitement in his voice. “I hope you’ve prayed enough!” the Antichrist said with a grin. Dragonite signed out a command with his paws.
”Attack.”

The demon legions rushed toward the angels’ armies. Swords, axes and lances clashed. Sparks flew but were extinguished as soon as they came in contact with the snow. Scarlet blood spilled on the pristine, white snow. Michael aimed one of his astral arrows toward the leading demons. The now probably former music teacher, Dorrin in turn aimed Mammon’s acid green arrows at the angel. Both sides fired, clashing in mid-air. Mammon smirked.
“Your middle name is Artemis, right? Do you know who Artemis was? The Greek goddess of hunting. She carried a bow.” He paused as Dorrin shot several angels, spilling the blood for the first time. “So do you, heh.” The demon laughed and deployed claws with which he proceeded to fight. Karma was occupied with swinging around Lucifer’s claymore, successfully hitting angels. Though every once in a while he accidentally hurt allies as well. Lucifer scoffed and sent a horizontal pillar of fire right through the angels’ lines. Meanwhile, in the heat of battle and in the very middle of the peculiar battlefield, Landon was busy dodging his sister’s magic. The glaive weighed even less than a feather now and occasionally, Landon would block or even send back an attack or two. Those usually hit nearby angels, singing off their feathers and fur. Above the two divided siblings was a heated battle between their companions, Belial and Harahel. The demon wore a maniacal facial expression. He flawlessly avoided every attack the angel sent at him. Rather frequently, Belial’s blue fire and Harahel’s miscellaneous magic would clash. The impact from the collision was so big that the two opponents quite often got thrown backwards with such force that even their wings couldn’t catch and save them. Several blows later, the brunet angel was sent into the rock wall by Belial. The demon had punched him in the stomach and the pristine silk was singed off by blue fire. Hespera involuntarily cried out the angel’s name. Just in that moment, the glaive’s blade grazed her face. Red blood trickled down the female mouse’s cheek.

The headmaster was still atop the school’s roof, watching intently. Israfil’s eyes reflected a sort of chaotic melancholy. He lifted his trumpet again with the blue banner flaring around it.
“May I?” the headmaster nodded. Israfil blew into the trumpet again, this time altering the terrain with smaller pointy stones shooting up from the ground, impaling several hundreds of demons. While many others panicked, Karma and Landon seemed unfazed. Despite the shaking ground they kept twirling on the battlefield, dodging and spilling blood. Harahel, who had recovered from Belial’s blow fired a pillar of air toward Landon. It flung him backwards and aimed for one of the spiked rocks, however Belial grabbed his master’s paw.
“Pay more attention to your surroundings!” the demon shouted over the howling wind. “What’ll I do when you die?!” The black-haired mouse slapped away the demon’s paw.
“Shut u-“ he was cut off by a blast of green light Hespera has pointed toward them. The duo dodged.

“M’lord,” the angel paused. “I’ll be launching a normal attack now.” Israfil announced. The trumpet’s roar reached everybody’s ears again and with it a shining magic circle appeared above the battlefield.
“Dorrin!” Mammon shouted. “Six arrows, each for one point of David’s star! That’ll cancel out the spell!” the mouse with glyphs on his fur nodded. He shot one arrow at a time, but quickly so. Mammon’s weapon had extraordinary accuracy for a bow. With that, he certainly hit. Israfil grimaced.
“Nuisance. Micha-“ The headmaster put his paw on the angel’s shoulder.
“Wait. Save your powers.” The angel cast a glance at his contractor and put down the trumpet, sighing. The golden, shimmering magic circle dissolved in a sea of sparkles. The white-furred angel mouse was visibly agitated.

Lance was running across the battlefield when a black halberd stopped his way. Looking up, the mouse saw a dark-grey furred demon standing in front of him. Blue horns curled from his opponent’s head.
“Careful,” Nathaniel whispered. “That’s one of the legion generals. They’re not quite as powerful as our main targets but still… be careful.” Dragonite was a great deal taller than Lance. He nonchalantly raised the halberd, balancing it in his gloved paw. Nathaniel and Lance both jumped to different sides as the demon crashed it down, creating several crevices in the ground. The blue-haired mouse spun around and launched several fireballs at the demon, which he proceeded to calmly dodge. In the midst of it all, Dragonite yawned.
“Mortal,” he spoke up. “Try harder. I’ll fall asleep if you don’t.” Nathaniel furrowed his eyebrows.
“Seriously --?!” The redhead angel yelped as Dragonite tossed him away with the blunt side of the halberd. Nathaniel hit Lance who in turn flew into the wall. The demon looked really annoyed by something.
”Move.” he growled and beheaded one of the smaller angels with the halberd. Blood painted his long, belted leather coat. Hecate and Lilith, despite having entirely different kinds of weapons were in perfect sync. They led their legions skillfully and decimated hundreds of angels at a time. The queen of witches with her scythe and the first demon with her whip were, indeed, formidable. Esther on the other side also did a good job dodging their attacks and delivering her own, also incredibly synced with her angel, Ariel.

Hespera continued launching attacks at her brother who didn’t stop dodging or sending back attacks for even a moment. Harahel had successfully hit Belial a couple of times, but not enough to disarm the pesky demon. His feathers were singed, but so was Belial’s coat.
“Hey, Harahel…” Hespera jumped backwards. ”Tell me—“ she was cut off. A stream of blood poured out from the mouse girl’s stomach. With a maniacal grin, the demon sent Harahel flying into the ground and then turned around with clear astonishment on his face. Hespera had been stabbed right in the abdomen by Landon. The brother didn’t bat an eye. A purple eye on the handle of the glaive blinked at him and Belial appeared next to Landon.
“You damn demon. Go awa-“ the white-haired mouse cut off his master.
“I wasn’t the one who hurt her~” he reminded. “How do you feel?” Landon turned away and wiped the blood off of the glaive.
“I said shut up and go away. There are plenty of angels to murder.” He said. The dark-grey runes crept up to Landon’s face. Belial tapped his master’s back with his paw. White, bat-like wings sprouted from Landon’s back.
“You’ve become quite arrogant since the time I contracted you, hehehe.”

#76

Fangirl screeching intensifies tenfold

#77

//Screeches like a little fuck
Dragonite the battle pro
I can't

#78

I DONT HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO WITH THEM.

#79

yES HAHA

#80

WAAAAAAAAAAAAIT FOR IT........
I GOT THE NEXT CHAPTER SOON.

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