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| [Fanfiction] Sacred Sin |
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| BOYYYYYYYYYYYY 1800+ WORDS Chapter 17 : Reunion Landon flexed his newly-acquired wings and watched Valerie, Esther and Lance run up to Hespera in worry and despair. The brother was apathetic. Belial grinned, standing behind the rest. “I’ll save the best for last, master. Hope you don’t mind.” The white-haired demon strolled away with a joyful prep to his walk, clawing angels left and right. Karma leaned in to Lucifer’s ear. “Is Landon…?” he whispered. Lucifer nodded. “Yeah. Belial’s runes are infectious.” Israfil and the headmaster observed the rumbling battlefield from the school’s rooftop. Suddenly, Michael soared up to them. The bottoms of his silks were torn and dotted with blood. “We might need to send in reinforcements.” “Wait, what? Already?” the archangel nodded. “Let Uriel and Raziel distract them.” Michael nodded again, but stopped rashly in the air before flying away. He also signed something with his paws akin to the demons, but the sign language itself was different. “He’s coming.” Israfil’s eyes widened. He had taught the headmaster the angels’ sign language and noticed the worried expression creeping up on his master’s face. There was only one demon missing from the scene, anyway. Valerie, with newfound spite from her best friend’s death was now mercilessly crashing down thunderbolts with Barachiel’s help. Her ears twitched each time one hit the ground. Barachiel, also being the angel of good luck had Valerie blessed with godly dodging skills. It pissed off a lot of demons. Karma on the other side went straight to attack her. The jester’s grin was still plastered over his face when Barachiel caught Inferno’s blade and pushed Karma backwards. The redhead was about to charge another stab when a blinding light appeared seemingly out of the blue. Uriel’s creation magic and Raziel’s illusions worked hand in hand. Uriel was drawing with his paws in the air, bringing illusory views to reality one after another. Raziel created his own that confused the demons’ senses. “This should last Gabriel long enough to rush back upstairs and call for help.” Uriel said and locked his paws behind his back. Despite having a wild imagination, the angel had a lot of self-control and was very polite. Raziel held his grimoire in his paws, presumably reading out illusory spells from it. He was the angel of mystery and even the highest of angels couldn’t decipher what he had written. Mammon squinted. “An illusion. They’re buying time. Master!” the demon turned around and found Dorrin standing a couple of meters away from him. “Do you think you can hit that? My arrows will shatter it.” The former teacher looked up and aimed. He fired several crooked arrows, however they were countered by Michael. Mammon rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Fucking archangel, always gets in the way.” Verin was standing next to Lilith with a ridiculously oversized axe in his paws. He stabbed it into the ground and signed to the female demon with his paws with agitation. “Where is he?” Lilith glared and signed back. “Soon, Verin. Shut it.” The aforementioned demon signed audibly and sat on the axe’s handle, balancing on it. Belial strolled up to his legion general, Dragonite. “I hope you aren’t buying that cheap trick for an illusion, Drago. I’d be disappointed.” The tall demon mouse with blue horns crossed his arms, scoffed and blinked. “I’m not.” Hecate dragged her hat over her eyes. The queen of witches hated light in general and this wasn’t helping. Beelzebub was hovering on his favorite, massive purple fly that was, meanwhile, chewing on some poor angel mouse’s corpse. The prince sneered. “I wonder what kind of trick there’s up his sleeve this time.” “We won’t know until he arrives.” Hecate responded sharply. “He can hide a lot in those huge, useless trailing sleeves of his.” *** Several trumpets resounded through the air. The illusory light was fading away. One could see the silhouettes of angels flapping their wings on the background of a cloudy sky. Suddenly, the ground shoke. The illusion into brilliant pieces, like a mirror being broken. “OOOHHH JOHNNYYYYYY, HAHAHAHA….” An echoing voice resounded through the area, nearly cancelling out the trumpets. The headmaster turned around with a startled facial expression. “Oh god no, he’s here...” A black hole opened up in the ground and thousands upon thousands of demon legions stormed out with a female mouse demon in a white cloak in the lead. A black shadow soared across the battlefield and coiled itself around the headmaster. Abaddon materialized. “Ohhh, how I’ve missed you, Jonathan!~” the demon king chuckled and grinned at the angel who was standing next to the headmaster. Israfil looked perplexed. “I thought I’d gotten rid of you!” the headmaster, also known as Jonathan Northcrest hoarsely said, trying to slip out of Abaddon’s embrace. The demon sneered. “I’m the reason why you lived for so long, Johnny! I may have left your soul alone, which is where the angel is now but… your body is still imbued with leftovers of my power.” The team at the bottom turned to the descending Abaddon, who had left the headmaster on the roof. Esther furrowed her eyebrows. “…But how… how did he break the previous contract?” Abaddon’s ears twitched and the demon sneered again, playing around with the staff in his paws. “He almost died in the war 200 years ago. You see, Jonathan exchanged my power for Israfil’s upon a near-death experience. As said, the angel took his soul and I took his body, which technically makes it…” Abaddon paused. “A double contract!!” he exclaimed and raised his staff into the sky triumphantly. “Exchanged is just a way to put it. I’ve been lying dormant because of Israfil but no! The contract was never broken.” “That shouldn’t be possible!” Esther exclaimed with several angels in unison. Even the other demons looked confused. Landon cast Belial a sharp glare. “Did you know?” the demon shook his head. “Nope.” Israfil carried Jonathan down from the roof and landed softly on the edge of the crater battlefield. Abaddon hovered up next to them. “Well, it’d only be right for me to stay here and watch… or negotiate... whichever you prefer.” The demon king said and blissfully crossed his arms. *** The battle had resumed. Now when both sides had aid, the steep rock battlefield was gaining new fire. Alianor, Abaddon’s legion general was mercilessly slicing through any enemy who came in her way and it stained her white cape a brilliant vermillion color. The contractors had taken up a new battle with their former allies. Landon blocked or sliced through nearly all of Valerie’s attacks. Despite Belial’s glaive probably being made from some sort of metal, it didn’t channel the electricity. Meanwhile the Antichrist was busy nearly tearing apart Valerie’s blond angel. Barachiel had been no match for Belial if it wasn’t for the archangel, who went and shot the white-haired demon in the shoulder and wing. The arrows shone with a golden light and singed Belial’s skin and fur. Lilith had to rush across the battlefield to pull out the divine arrows and use a drop of healing magic. She scolded Belial briefly for being inconsiderate. Lance was pitted against Dorrin, as well as their companions against each other. Mammon and Nathaniel were in a furious physical fight with clawing, punching and kicking. Mammon was exceedingly quick but Nathaniel’s attacks burned. It was easier for Dorrin who’s arrows went right through the waves of flame, dispelling them. Lance wasn’t very bad at dodging when it counted. Mammon had a wide green plastered over his face. “Watch it, master! Don’t touch the arrowheads!” the demon said as the tips of the arrows turned an acidic green. “They’re now poisoned!” The same type of poison seemed to grace Mammon’s clawed gloves. It was dripping onto the ground, burning through it like acid. “Oops, environmental damage. Haha!” despite being greedy, Mammon had the best humor out of the demons. Karma fought Esther. Lucifer had a large advantage over Ariel. Fire burns plants. As such, Karma had also learned to envelop the claymore in scorching hellfire. It cut through Esther’s vines like a knife through butter. At some point in the frenzied fight, everything stopped. It wasn’t because Lucifer had badly scorched Ariel’s wing. “I’m not intending to share with a demon!” was what was heard from Israfil in a small fit of rage. Abaddon still had that stupid grin of his plastered over his black-furred face. “Oh, but why are we deciding? Why don’t we let our master decide, hmm?” the angel paused. Jonathan looked at both of them with an apathetic and bored expression on his face. Israfil sighed. “Then let it be so. What do you say, m’lord?” the headmaster paused. He watched the battlefield for one, two minutes before walking over to Israfil and taking his paw. A flash of shock and sadness showed graced Abaddon’s face but disappeared as fast as it appeared when the headmaster walked over to Abaddon and took his paw, too. He smirked. “I’m having both of you.” Israfil looked concerned but Abaddon was jubilant. The battlefield paused again. The demons looked highly indifferent and just wanted to go back to the slaughter. The angels on the other side looked furious. Michael turned around and even though his face was till obscured by his golden hair, Israfil could feel the archangel’s glare. “Israfil! Do you agree to this?!” Michael was waiting for an answer. The headmaster brought Israfil’s paw closer to his face. “I promised you joy, didn’t I?” the angel nodded. “Your joy is with me.” He brought Abaddon closer as well. “And I promised this doofus my blood. Where’s that blood?” the demon smirked. “In this body.” “That. Doesn’t. Answer. My. Question!” the archangel was infuriated. Israfil looked around with a somewhat sad glimmer in his eyes. He sighed. “I’m going to miss your ramblings, Michael. It was nice knowing the rest of you, too. I feel bad for having delivered nothing but bad news to the contractors I knew so shortly.” Michael flinched. “Iiiisraaafiiil….” The archangel paused. “You. Have. SINNED!!” he raised the bow and shot several arrows in the trio’s direction, but those were countered by a barrier from Abaddon. The demon sneered. “No one’s hurting my new friend. Or my master.” “Oh, I have a question for Azrael. I know I cannot return to Heaven now but I’ve always been kind of curious.” Israfil said and turned to the angel of death who just sat watching on the sidelines. “I know you only write for the mortals, but…” “…Buuut?” Azrael continued, tapping impatiently with his feather quill on the book’s cover. A cross with moons, stars and sun was on the thick black leather. “If you had written destiny for me, would you have done this?” Azrael looked slightly surprised, but also amused. “Only if I’d given up. You’re at the point of no return now, Israfil. Sucks to see you go.” He sneered. Israfil smiled back. “Thank you.” Michael waved dismissively with his paw. “None of that sentimental jazz, please. He’s not on our side now. Not anymore.” Israfil perked up suddenly. “M’lord… does this mean…?” Jonathan smirked. “That you can go full out? Yes. Angels have won the war once. Now it’s time for revenge, don’t you think?!” |
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| flashback ! Sinful Side Story 03 : Blood ”Ow—it stings, moron! Stop that!” at the command, the demon backed off slightly. Jonathan eyed the deep cuts gracing his arm and dying his fur red. The pain was still pulsating through them. Abaddon was nearby, licking blood off of his lips. His master had gotten into a fight again. Abaddon was fine with it though. At times like this Jonathan, who did promise would let Abaddon drink his blood. Unless the demon suddenly got really desperate, that is. “Patch me up instead. I don’t want to be knocked out from blood loss.” The king of demons nodded and swept his sleeve across his master’s arm, the wounds disappearing in an instant. “Perhaps m’lord should stop constantly ticking off lesser minions and always getting hurt.” Abaddon said through a grin. Jonathan groaned. “If they’re in my way, I’m getting rid of them. And don’t even try to fool me. I know you’re happy that I bleed this much on a near daily basis.” The black-furred demon chuckled. “I’ve become predictable.” Abaddon watched swirling, black filigree runes swirl back on his master’s arm across the places where the wounds were made. The demon paused and the grin from his face disappeared. In a heartbeat, he was next to his master’s ear. “Don’t you ever dare to sully your blood with some peasant, Johnny. Ever.” “Some peasant? Angels? Mortals? Or another demon?” “The war is upon us soon, see. You’ll go over to the victor’s side just like we agreed. But… they can take your soul, it doesn’t matter. I’ll always keep my magic in your body and your body alone.” The demon whispered, almost entranced. Jonathan pushed Abaddon’s face away from his neck. “You’ve had your fill today. Go make tea or sleep or something.” |
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| Abaddon is still my best friend officially Also pissed of Michael is HILARIOUS |
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| i think i'm going to update this, in a bit. |
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| FIGHT ME. Chapter 18 : Clash The archangel was too agitated to fight now. He had moved to the sidelines with Gabriel and positioned himself next to Azrael. He was muttering quietly. “I can’t believe this. I never thought I’d see this.” Michael’s paws were clenched into fists. Azrael sighed and flipped through his book. “No means to dishonor you Michael, but maaaaybe you should at least counter him when he comes around?” the angel of death suggested. He was somewhat absent, staring at the thick leather-bound tome. Gabriel nodded which caused his golden hair, akin to Michael’s to bounce. “He’s right. It’ll be like that one time.” He looked at Azrael. “No one wants to see that one time.” Michael sighed. He lifted his snow white paws to brush the hair out of his eyes, which he hadn’t done for a long while. “Uh oh. Guess he’s not holding back then.” Uriel had spotted Michael’s movements from across the field. Abaddon, who still stood next to Israfil sneered. Seeing them stand together was an odd sight. Israfil, like Michael, radiated blinding light. Abaddon seemed to be a black hole that swallowed it up. The headmaster looked up at the demon. “Odd time to ask this. Why’s it so dark in your corner of Hell anyway?” he looked questioningly at Abaddon. “Yeah. I’ve always wondered too, actually.” Israfil joined in. The black-furred demon quirked his eyebrow, but grinned. “It’s my aura.” “Wait, seriously?” Jonathan looked mildly perplexed. “That’s your aura?” “Think of it as Michael’s,” the demon cleared his throat. “Radiance lighting up the church you have there.” He gestured to the aforementioned building with his sleeve. “Huh. Alright, then.” The headmaster shrugged. “Are you going to watch?” Abaddon nodded. Israfil slid into the battlefield with the white silk flowing around him. He had just lifted his trumpet when Michael’s glittering arrows pierced the air. The trumpeter was attentive and deflected the arrows with his… instrument. However, the trumpet of judgement wasn’t only capable of shaping the terrain and amplifying magic. Israfil had tapped it a couple of times with his claw and it began to emit a shimmering light. Soon, the trumpet’s silhouette became a slim sword. The crossguard was shaped like wings and a cross adorned with rubies sat as the handle. Michael glared. The archangel’s gaze was cold and piercing. Lucifer looked up from his place on the battlefield and tapped Karma’s shoulder. “Have you ever seen two angels fight?” “No, how so?” the redhead replied. “Then watch, and learn of their power.” The demon replied. Michael began to aim three arrows at Israfil. They set off with a swish, leaving a trail of light. The now enemy angel raised his sword to deflect the arrows with a clank and a brilliant flash of light. In a heartbeat he had rushed forward to Michael, slashing at him with his weapon. The archangel had lost the option to dodge so he blocked with the bow, meanwhile reaching for another arrow. However instead of firing it, Michael simply drove it straight into Israfil’s eye. “Ooo, that’s got to hurt.” Abaddon grinned. Scarlet blood began to drip from the angel mouse’s eye socket. It didn’t seem to bother Israfil, however. He moved backwards and began readying a different attack. Michael had put the bloodied arrow back into his quill, taking out new ones. Just as the angel of judgement sent a wave of light in the air, Michael had countered it with his arrows. Now with the two of the highest angels in a quarrel, the battlefield was occasionally illuminated by glittering light. Landon had folded his wings because he had no clue how to use them, and they seemed to just get in the way at the moment. Harahel had carried Hespera off to the side, mourning the loss of his recent master. Raphael had landed next to him in an attempt to offer some comfort. Ariel had recovered from his singed wing with brief help from Uriel and had now joined Barachiel and Nathaniel in standing up against Dragonite, Lilith and Hecate. “This battle isn’t seeing an end~” Beelzebub commented absentmindedly to whoever heard him. The prince sighed, adjusting his top hat between his ears. He clapped his paws to summon a swarm of bug familiars. They passed over the battlefield, leaving any angel they touched stripped down to the bone of all flesh. *** Michael hadn’t even looked reluctant to injure Israfil the best he could. Eventually the archangel fired the aforementioned, bloodied arrow. It hit Israfil in the wings, piercing right through and binding them together. The angel mouse was barely kept afloat by his own magic. Michael had tossed away the bow. Israfil didn’t quite catch it, but he thought to finally see a flash of remorse in the mouse’s bright blue eyes. Michael chanted something very short, surrounding the air around them in a magic circle. Abaddon watched intently. Jonathan had briefly glanced at the demon’s paws, only to notice he was counting. Seriously, Abaddon? was the only thing he thought of. Suddenly, the area was bathed in radiant light. It was coming from the magic circle that Michael had summoned. The archangel began a countdown as well. “Five…” the demons shielded their eyes. “Four…” the angels turned away. “Three…” The headmaster held his breath. “Two…” Abaddon raised his staff. “One…” A bright, even brighter radiance filled the area. However, it soon faded away. The mice that had shut and shielded their eyes opened them again to see the magic circle gone. Abaddon had showed up inbetween Israfil and Michael, grinning. The archangel’s spell was canceled out by Abaddon’s staff who in his turn used it to fire the golden-haired mouse straight into the ground. Azrael and Gabriel nearly jumped up from the sudden motion. Upon impact, Michael created a decently large crater. Only after the light faded had Abaddon noticed that his new friend was missing both eyes. All in all, the angel was a sorry sight. Wings bound together at the joints by Michael’s arrow, both eyes gone, silk stained red. The demon king sighed. He gently gave Israfil a push in the back with his paw, sending him floating down to their master. “Guess I’ll have to take care of the pesky archangel now~” Dernière modification le 1468602240000 |
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| It was gooooooooood~ i missed this fanfic |
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| SCREECHES YES IT'S BACK jfc you should write books for a living I think you could legit make a decent amount of cash |
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| bringing insight into the angels ! this is when they were little. Sacred Side Story 01 : Blades ”Owowowow! Michael, that hurts! Also that’s cheating!” the smaller angel mouse cried, rubbing his arm. There was a small laceration there. “Gabriel…” the archangel grinned. “It’s not cheating.” “Then what is it?!” the messenger almost yelled. “A… miracle!” Michael laughed causing his spiked halo to bob around his head and ears. Israfil facepalmed in the background. “Michael if you’re going to spar, get your bad jokes out of here. Raphael! Help Gabriel.” He called out to the mint-haired mouse who sat on the other side of the small space, lined with pillars. The aforementioned angel used his wings to glide down to Gabriel who was still hissing because of the injury. In a snap, it was gone. He looked at the archangel who held a shimmering sword in his paws. “But are we even allowed to use real blades…? Israfil, do you know?” he looked back up at the mouse who had beads with a crucifix woven into his hair. Israfil sighed. “No clue, actually. I guess as long as no one hurts anyone…” he shot a glare at Michael, who stared back. “Well it doesn’t matter because we’ve got Raphael!” the messenger laughed and received a punch in the shoulder from the mint-haired mouse shortly after. “Don’t exploit my powers just because I can’t go on the offensive!” Raphael replied and went back to his place on one of the Greek-style pillars. Gabriel had scooted away from his previous place, the sword turning back into his usual dagger. Israfil took his place, tossing the trumpet into the air and turning it into a sword akin to Michael’s. “Enough. My turn now!”he said and rushed forward. Michael blocked, but Israfil twisted his sword and hit the crossguard. The archangel lifted his own blade with speed and was about to bring it down on Israfil, who rolled away. Michael ran after him, slashing with his sword at the angel. This continued for an amount of time before both of them ran out of breath. Israfil plopped down onto the marble platform surrounded by clouds and Michael leaned on his sword. Raphael giggled in the background. Gabriel’s head snapped up. “What’s funny?” he asked the mint-haired. Raphael pointed at Michael. “His hair!” he replied. Gabriel squinted from where he sat and noticed that, indeed, a part of Michael’s fringe had been sliced off in the battle. He also began laughing. The archangel seemed to have already noticed and simply glared at Israfil, who grinned back. “Be glad it didn’t hit your eye there.” Israfil sneered. “Bastard.” |
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| Angel children too cute ahmg |
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Basgetti a dit : well considering i might be writing a book 2 for this so to speak, i need to expand more on them too - |
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| 2427 words. TWO-THOUSAND FOUR-HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN. FUCK ME SIDEWAYS. Chapter 19 : Veni, Vidi, Vici “I came, I saw, I conquered.” a demon cackled back in hell. He was said to be more elusive than anyone, harboring a power with greater stretches than Abaddon’s. No one was actually sure if it was true, though. The only one who ever saw this demon was Astaroth, hell’s treasurer. Maybe because this short-tempered beast was chained deep inside the treasury, for everyone else’s good. Despite being said to have such destruction at his disposal wherever he went, he wasn’t a halfbound. Some likened it to the power in Lucifer’s eyes. Except, this one could actually control it. There was a knock on the gilded doors of one of the treasury’s deepest chambers. “Hmmm?” the mouse perked up. A deep voice was heard from the other side. “The prince has decided to let you out.” “But Astaroth! Aren’t you coming too?” the demon inside the room exclaimed. “Hell’s pretty much empty right now. Everyone’s on the surface.” “It’s that bad…?” the mouse sighed, looking concerned. “Alright.” The gilded doors opened and the aforementioned demon rose, rattling with the same gilded chains. Astaroth, the demon outside the gate, walked across the floor littered with riches of all kinds. “This makes Belphegor jealous.” The treasurer said and unlocked the heavy chains with a key. The chained demon twirled around Astaroth before wrapping his arms around him in a hug, to which the red-furred mouse responded with an annoying grunt. “Thank the prince for this decision instead.” He said and pushed away the unchained demon mouse. “I’ll be off then! Will you miss me?” the unchained asked, standing at the porch of the gate. “In your dreams.” *** Verin signed impatiently. ”Where’s the bastard at?” Beelzebub responded with a flick of his paw, which indicated “soon here”. Abaddon and Michael were twirling in the air above the battlefield, the demon reflecting attacks with his staff. The archangel’s magic seemed to do its job, because Abaddon’s clothes and fur were singed in some places due to his susceptibility to light. It was pretty serious too, unlike other demons. The bigger the light, the bigger the shadow. Suddenly, without warning, the ground rumbled. Valerie wondered if it could’ve been Israfil’s doing, but recalled how he was on timeout because of Michael. The fault which Hecate had opened up in the earth with her scythe began to glow. Uriel, ever observing, glanced at it. “What… Raziel, what is that?” the black-haired mouse next to Uriel turned his head and looked down. “It looks like… fire?” Raziel replied. “Maybe even magma…?” “But why would it erupt so suddenly?” “I… no, wait. Someone… someone’s coming. “I thought only Lucifer created this kind of effect while ascending through the earth’s crust?” Uriel inquired. A small grin crept up on Raziel’s face at the joke. “I thought so too, but he’s here. Oh! I know who it is!” the black-haired angel chimed. “Remember the scarlet pawn on the maps?” “Yes?” Uriel replied. “That’s him.” “Asmodeus.” The Antichrist grinned. “The wrathful.” “The what now?” Landon said with an unamused tone to his voice as he dodged an angel mouse’s attack. “Look out for this one, master!” Belial grinned and grabbed his contractor, racing into the air. And rightfully so! Flames burst out from the fault that Hecate had created. They burned brightly in the seemingly never-ending Christmas night, melting all snow. “Pure hellfire!” The grey-furred demon laughed. “BEELZEBUB!” Lucifer yelled across the battlefield. “YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE YOU WERE BRINGING THIS LOOSE CANNON?!” “I don’t see a problem with him~” Lilith laughed while lashing at an angel with her whip. “I think Asmodeus is pretty cute.” “Hold on, does that mean you’ve been to the treasury?!” Hecate exclaimed. “Who let you?!” Lilith laughed, giving her friend a little wink. At that the queen must’ve lost it, because she cleared a large chunk of area around her in one sweep, cutting down any mouse that was in her way. The flames had faintly dissipated and out stepped a black-furred mouse with grey patches in some places. He had red hair akin to the fire he brought and a glare that rivaled the archangel’s. However unlike Michael, Asmodeus was in a great mood. “And by “great” I mean he’s going to expand hell’s territory.” Beelzebub commented. Meanwhile, Nathaniel had used his wings to shield Lance from the fire. Flames hurt Nathaniel much less than other angels, because he was the one to control them. Hellfire is a little different of course, still singing off some of the angel’s feathers. He quickly picked up his contractor to soar to a faraway corner of the crater. Ariel was visibly distressed by the arrival of Asmodeus. “I am so, so, so done for.” The green-haired angel mumbled. The meek mouse grabbed Esther by her shoulders and carried her further away as well, cowering from the flames. Asmodeus chuckled, seeing Michael being locked down by Abaddon. The flame-eyed demon whistled. “Hey hey hey, king!” Abaddon turned his head to Asmodeus on the ground. “Do you think it’s cold in heaven?” at that, the mouse dressed in flowing robes grinned. He held the archangel by his throat and before Michael’s wings could react, he was tossed at full speed down at the demon surrounded by fire. The flame-haired mouse raised his paws to the sky, summoning a magic circle in front of him. “I’m sure roasted wings taste absolutely fucking MARVELOUS!” The demon let out a maniac’s laugh as the magic circle flamed up. The archangel was tossed straight into the middle. “Bullseye!” Abaddon chimed in the air. Even Israfil, who felt like fainting, perked up at Michael’s scream. It was the most panicked scream any angel mouse had heard from their higher ranks. Asmodeus, standing the closest to the small piece of hell observed Michael’s burning silhouette. The feathers turning to ash, the gold halo melting. Hellfire was so hot, the angel didn’t have time to bleed. Suddenly, the demon with patchy fur was knocked to the side. This dispersed the magic circle, dropping Michael’s charred frame onto the ground. Looking up, the demon saw Gabriel. The messenger held a pair of shimmering, jagged daggers in his paws. He was angered ‘til tears. In a heartbeat, Raphael had appeared next to Michael along with Uriel. Surprisingly, the archangel was still living, but he wasn’t the embodiment of miracles for nothing. Raphael cringed. “I can only do this much right now. We need to take him back, stat!” he shouted, before returning to the sidelines with Uriel’s help. Azrael looked completely shaken. The archangel’s wings had nearly been entirely singed off, leaving only the bones and a few feathers hanging. All that was left of his halo was a glowing circle, its base. The burned silk was barely distinguishable from Michael’s fur, both charred black. Harahel had brought up Hespera’s corpse to the sidelines as well, landing next to the small group gathered around Michael. “Can… Can I help with anything?” “Yes! You can summon a little bit of heaven’s essence, am I right?” Raphael questioned. “Yes.” Harahel nodded. “Do that!” The spectacled angel complied, beginning to chant something. Meanwhile, Gabriel was dodging Asmodeus’ flames. As the messenger, he was perhaps the quickest out of all angels. He slashed at the demon, enraged. “Gabriel! Ain’t you tired of dodging?” the demon taunted. “You and me both!” the messenger replied, to which Astaroth summoned a pair of twin swords. They were akin to Lucifer’s claymore Inferno in the way they looked. Black, reflective blades with a crossguard of the same metal appeared from flames. The handles were wrapped in what looked like reptile leather, iridescent with colors of fire. “Now, let’s duel!” Asmodeus exclaimed. “TO THE DEATH!” Gabriel complied. Sparks were flying as the two’s weapons clashed. The battlefield was still very much on fire after Asmodeus had made an entrance. Mice from both sides were suffering from the fire. “I hope you took this into calculation when you called on him, Beelzebub!” Lucifer yelled. “I did, now shut up!” the prince yelled back. However, Gabriel and the demon’s duel didn’t last long. The angel soon had his daggers knocked out and his paws bloodied by cuts from Asmodeus’ swords. “Gabriel! Get out of there!” Raziel shouted. The messenger heard him and slipped away just in time to avoid a stab to his wing. Asmodeus cursed, loudly. The ground around him began to fragment and break up. “Oh, shit. Karma!” the fallen seraphim called to his master. “See the ground there?” the prankster nodded. “That’s kind of what my eyes do to this world, if I don’t blindfold myself.” “Huh. What happens after that?” “Oh. Well…” Lucifer paused. “That’s random.” “That’s kind of scary, but fucking cool.” “In Asmodeus’ case anyhow, it’s going to do with fire. …Lots of fire.” Lucifer said, jumping back to avoid a red crack through the earth. Mammon called over Dorrin, who, all this time, had been busy sniping angels from a small crevice he had found. “Stay close for this one. Asmodeus is a wild card!” the mulberry-haired mouse laughed and put his arm around Dorrin’s shoulders. As the ground fragmented more, it began to come apart in cracks. Those cracks pulsed a bright red. “How about… THIS ONE?!” The flame-haired mouse yelled, making a rash motion with his paws. Flaming chains rose from the cracks, wrapping around the angelic mice. The said mice were dragged downwards with violent screams. The fragmented ground erupted in pillars of fire. “This guy is hell’s equivalent of Pandora’s Box…” Raziel mumbled to himself, gliding away from one of the flaming pillars. “Well, maybe I can do something about him.” The angel said and opened his grimoire. A magic circle opened up above the crater. Abaddon seemed to recognize him. “Get your contractors out of there! Holy water!” the king shouted and disappeared in a black cluster of shadows right before an ungodly mass of water was dumped straight onto the battlefield. Some of it vaporized right away, but the rest did its job. The glittering liquid spread, healing the angels’ wounds and burning the demons. Belial, who was still in the air and holding Landon was too slow. The water singed straight through his thin, bat-like wings bringing him to the ground. The black-haired mortal mouse panicked and opened his own wings, slightly slowing Belial’s descent into the newly-formed sea of holy toxicity. However, Landon had no clue how to properly use the wings. He still felt like he was falling, along with Belial. Perhaps it was karma, for murdering his own sister. Their fall came to a halt when Beelzebub sped up to the two on one of his flies. “Belial! You can’t be this careless, can you?” the prince laughed as the Antichrist groaned. He laid down on his back, panting. “That was fucking UNCALLED for!” he shouted. Landon rolled his eyes. “Shut up, get your wings fixed and get back into the fight. Now we need to take that one out, got it?” The white-haired demon nodded. “Cut him some slack, boy.” Beelzebub grinned. “Hmm…” the prince took off his top hat. He tossed it in the air. It landed with the downside up. “We’ll let Asmodeus do it, okay? You probably need rest after swinging that glaive around anyway~” the white-furred demon chimed, urging the fly back to the demons’ side. Asmodeus seemed unfazed, even after Raziel’s sudden shower. All the holy water around him had vaporized from the merciless fire, saving him the damage. He soared up onto Raziel’s level in the sky. The angel paid careful attention to the other mouse. “What are you going to do?” he questioned. “You don’t need to know.” Asmodeus replied with an oddly calm smile. Before the purple-clad mouse could react, the demon had pinned both of his wings together with one sword. He grabbed the grimoire, holding it up for the rest of the battlefield to see. “Hear hear!” the flame-eyed mouse chimed. “I’m going to toss this thing into the air. And YOU idiots down there, you catch it! Or you know, the cowards on the sides.” He cleared his throat. “Point is, FINDERS KEEPERS!” Asmodeus yelled and tossed the book into the crater’s center. A recovered Gabriel snatched it before anyone else. Raziel felt a moment of relief before Asmodeus’ sword pierced the mouse’s stomach. The demon didn’t stop and dragged his blade around, causing blood and possible guts to spill. Eventually, this came to an end. Raziel was dead at this point and the demon snatched his sword from his wings. “Now…”Asmodeus briefly closed his eyes. “To END THIS!” With those words, the crater was bathed in hellfire. It consumed everything in its path and the demons rose quickly, each trying to keep the angels on the ground to their best ability. The fire rose and as if attempting to be louder than it, Asmodeus laughed and tossed Raziel’s body into the inferno. Lucifer sighed with a concerned facial expression. “Seriously Beelzebub, you gotta warn us when you bring out either Asmodeus or Astaroth.” The former seraphim told the prince, who rolled his eyes. “I know, I know. I will next time.” *** The fire calmed down. It began to disperse, but not allowing anyone to land. The ground was a glowing ember with ashes of angels spread all around. They fell like eiderdown from the sky of the angels that had been flying while charred. The mortal mice and their companions stared, wide-eyed. This was the end of it. Michael was in the worst condition, Israfil wasn’t with the angels anymore and their armies were decimated. At least, they had Raziel’s grimoire. But what point was there, if they couldn’t read it? “Look!” Gabriel said. He had the aforementioned grimoire open in his lap. “The text isn’t the same!” “What do you mean, it isn’t the same?” Harahel questioned. “We can read it now!” the messenger said. Azrael perked up. “I see… How clever.” “He probably knew this was going to happen, didn’t he…?” Harahel mumbled. “And left all of his secrets with us… tsk.” The brown-haired mouse shut his eyes. “He knew too much for his own good.” On the other side, the demons were gathering up their legions, or what was left of them. Abaddon joined his master and Israfil. “Will he be alright?~” the king asked. “Of course.” The black-haired mouse replied. “Take us to the other side now, will you?” Abaddon laughed. “Whatever you say!” Dernière modification le 1468785240000 |
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| the story here may be over, but i still got some left to write. who would've thought i would'vE FINISHED THIS ANYWAY STAY TUNED FOR AN EPILOGUE AND A SECOND BOOK Chapter 20 : Victorious There was a festive aura when the demons and their legions descended into hell. The passive denizens stood in groups and cheered. “They sure seem to know how to celebrate!” Karma remarked with a grin. Lucifer shrugged. “I don’t think it’s that hard,” the former seraphim replied. Israfil, being the only angel, earned some strange looks but they were quickly dispersed by Abaddon giving a “clear” sign. It’s true though, he felt out of place. The legions scattered along with Dragonite and Alianor, who led them in respective directions. As the group of mice proceeded further, they were greeted by hell’s treasurer. He clapped his paws together in applause, causing the multiple gold bracelets and bangles to ring. “Congratulations. That was a pretty gallant revenge.” Astaroth said. The dark red-furred mouse also had some cryptic glyphs stamped here and there, akin to Belial. He wore an upside-down turned cross in gold and the sclera of his eyes was black. “What’s with the angel? Isn’t that Israfil?” “Correct.” Abaddon replied and grinned. “He’s far too loyal to ditch his master for the angels.” The king glanced at Jonathan. “It’s kinda cute.” Astaroth nodded in understanding. “Ah.” The treasurer smiled at the white-furred angel. “Welcome, then.” Israfil pulled an uncertain grin. “Thanks, I guess—“ he mumbled. The headmaster went and gave the angel a pat on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. Astaroth’s opinion on angels is pretty neutral.” “…Why that?” Israfil questioned. “My paws are full up finances.” The treasurer replied. “I got no time to care about wars, or anything else.” The mouse laughed. In the background, Dorrin looked at Mammon. “So… you weren’t lying, were you?” the former teacher asked. The mulberry-haired mouse grinned. “It’s all gone off perfectly. No worries, Dorrin! Next time you step your paws into the mortal world, you’ll be so famous it’ll give you a headache!” the orange-furred mouse laughed. “Thanks.” “Anytime!” Mammon grinned. Suddenly, a scowl was heard from Landon. Belial had flicked his master on the forehead. “You bastard, what for?!” the blue-eyed mouse raised his voice. In the same moment, a pair of white horns had appeared from his skull. “What’s this?!” He raised his paws to feel the newly-grown horns. “You’re a demon now.” Belial said without a change of expression. On the contrary, he seemed quite serious. “Excuse y-“ “You’re. A demon now.” The Antichrist repeated, now with a grin. “That’s what my runes do. They turn unfortunate mortals like you into demons. Actually you’re quite fortunate because sometimes people can’t handle the change.” Landon put his paws down. “And then what?” “They kill themselves, in most cases.” Belial’s master groaned. “What about this now?” “You’ll be taking my place when I die, if ever.” ”Excuse you?!” *** After the arrival, the groups had split up to each respective demon’s mansion. They were going to rest up for a little bit and then join Beelzebub at a banquet in his castle. Landon and Belial seemed to argue the entire way back, Lucifer and Karma were most likely plotting something and Verin tagged along onto Mammon and Dorrin. Abaddon, Israfil and their master were walking the winding path to Abaddon’s estate. “Now it’s not as dark, is it?” Jonathan grinned. For once, the demon’s estate wasn’t shrouded in thick shadows. Their absence revealed a tall gothic structure with many spires, surprisingly many windows and an extraordinary amount of carvings. “I wonder if Belphegor can see it.” Abaddon laughed. “I don’t… I don’t get it.” The angel shook his head. “What’s the joke?” Abaddon turned around and pointed with a paw that was set with several rings. “That mansion over there is Belphegor’s. It’s on the highest point in hell.” He paused. “The joke is, he can’t see my place when it’s shrouded in my aura.” “Oh. Wow. That’s mildly impressive.” The angel commented. The gates rattled open. “Oh, Cheesus it’s dark.” Abaddon clapped his paws together, lightning the candelabras and chandeliers. “Better?” “Yes, thank you.” “Now I’m going to have to get used to this murky place all over again.” Jonathan laughed. *** Beelzebub’s castle was well-lit with crystal chandeliers. It was oddly colorful for a place in hell. The inside was a mix of gothic and Baroque eras, sporting gold-plated details and pastel and bright-colored panels. There were tables set out along the walls and were filled with various snacks, food and drinks. Whichever mouse arrived was dressed fancily. Belphegor was already there, lounging around on a sofa. He was dressed in a loose-fitted shirt of a wine red color and white pants. Bracelets, necklaces and other jewelry in gold and pearl adorned the mouse as an accent. Hecate was also there, dressed in a simple black dress down to the floor. Her usual with hat was absent and replaced with a lace hairband. She was twirling a glass in her paws with slight annoyance. Lilith stood next to her friend, clothed in a pretty flashy dress with a big, poofy skirt. Mammon strolled in with Dorrin, both dressed in classic suits. It was odd to see the demon in one, though. Landon and Karma had come shortly after. They had ditched the school’s uniform, switching it out for black pants and white dress shirts. Landon had complimented with a blue embroidered vest, most likely due to Belial. Soon enough their companions arrived and weren’t dressed much differently than their masters. The Antichrist’s wings were now patched up. Beelzebub, upon noticing everyone’s arrival raised his glass. “For victory, am I right?!” the prince exclaimed. He received a cheering response with clinking glasses. Asmodeus sat outside with a box of matched in his paws. He looked at Astaroth. “D’ya think they’ll hit the ceiling?” the flame-eyed mouse asked. The treasurer laughed. “It’ll be better if they do!” “Then we know we did it right.” The red-haired demon said and lit a number of matches. Then he tossed them towards several carts standing in front of the two mice. “Time for a show!” With those words, firework rockets shot upwards. They passed a certain distance and exploded in a shimmer. The mice inside the castle had stepped closer to the windows, viewing Asmodeus’ work. “What a nice evening.” The headmaster said with a smile playing on his face. “Sure is.” Israfil replied and looked at the demon mouse standing next to him, then looked out across the hellscape. The three were standing on the roof. “I think I like this place better.” “Why that?” Abaddon questioned. “We never celebrate like this.” ~ FIN ~ |
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| ~ EPILOGUE ~ Landon’s Descent After Belial’s runes turned him into a demon, Landon has decided to not return to the mortal world. With this, the demon began teaching his master various ropes of the Otherworld that would help him in a now much longer life. It’s rumored that the once mortal mouse got his own weapon now and is growing in power by the day, thanks to Belial. What else happens between them is kept between closed doors. Hespera’s Ascent Harahel had become so attached to Hespera in a short span of time that her death was almost too much for him. The angel consulted with the Seraphim Committee to gain permission to turn the dead mouse into an angel. The permission was granted to him and Landon’s sister, parallel to her brother became an angel. She avidly discusses various sciences and inspects Raziel’s now-readable grimoire for clues. She seems to have gotten over her death. Karma’s Trickery Seeing no way to break the contract other than dying, Karma has begun to pursue the life of a performer. He’s joined wandering circuses and theatre crews to preform magic tricks with Lucifer’s help in the background. It’s said he’s traveled all around this world now, bringing amused laughs upon mice’s faces with his antics. Lance’s Career The school had been “mysteriously” leveled with the ground, so Lance joined a purely sport-oriented one. He’s known to communicate with the rest of the angel contractors via Nathaniel. The blue-haired mouse has become an advanced figure in many of the sport industry’s fields. Dorrin’s Plays As per Mammon’s promise, Dorrin got the fame he felt he deserved. He now travels and plays with orchestras, backs up famous musicians and writes his own songs. Mammon accompanies him as well and the duo is known to occasionally snipe encroaching angels. The demon, just like before, enjoys his master’s music very much. The former teacher is also known to have gotten devilishly good at playing instruments. Pun slightly intended. Valerie’s Order After the demons’ win Valerie left for Italy with Esther. There she’s being fully trained in the Holy Order of the Silver Cross, executing various semi-secret tasks with demon extermination and control. Her and Esther have been informed of Hespera’s new status and Valerie is overjoyed to have her friend back. Jonathan’s Grave The Memento Mori grave remains untouched even after the battle. It is actually Jonathan’s, the headmaster’s grave and was dug by Abaddon in case of his master’s death. However with him and Israfil now keeping their contracts active, it is unlikely for the mouse to pass on anytime soon. He remains residing in Abaddon’s estate, planning around and planning against the angels. As for the Otherworlders, they’ve returned to their posts. Michael is slowly recovering from Asmodeus’ fire and the angels mourn Raziel. However his grimoire provides some interesting information they can use in the future. The demons are doing their thing, just as they should. However Abaddon seems to have temporarily picked up Asmodeus for his aid in some sort of… mysterious project. It’s currently a secret. |
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| Karma yes omg Landon is not going to react well to Hespera though oh my |
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Basgetti a dit : keep in mind how he reacted to her death not at all chances are he already knows in the 15 year timeskip |
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Sirusthemice a dit : rip Hespera 0 fucks given about her death by her own brother meanwhile Harahel is just like "nO SHIT FUCK" |
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Basgetti a dit : EXACTLY i'm also going to post the first chapter for the seraph in a bit |
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Sirusthemice a dit : yaaaaaaaaas |
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| 100 no jk, this story is really great. i hope to see the next one.. you are a really good writer holy- |