Fan Fiction ❯ Tales Of Saddened Angels ❯ The Entrance ( Chapter 8 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Nyght Silverstream 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 100 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 100 | Status: Completed
Chapter Six----
Lucifer surveyed the carnage below him. There were hundreds of fallen angels mixed amidst the bodies of the heavenly, blood spilling like rich wine across the silver streets of Ralmuci. His own robes of iridescent color were stained with blood, and even with his abilities, it was doubtful that he would ever remove the stains that went to the bone, and not just on the outfit.
It had been roughly two weeks since he and his army had ambushed Ralmuci. Every foot that they had gained had been at the cost of their own warriors. Lucifer had sworn that every life lost would be trice that for Ralmuci. Though some of those warriors had not wanted to join the cause, they had, and Lucifer still loved ALL of his soldiers. What right did Jaeger have to actually kill those whom he supposedly loved?
“Lucifer, virk brakt wellim Ralmuci(1),” a voice hissed next to him, and Lucifer nodded. He drew his wings close to him as he could, falling backward through the air, letting the wind whip around him angrily, eyes closed as he lost himself in that place he would need to be to attack his once-home. Fifty feet the hard ground, he flipped himself over, letting wings spread in perhaps one of the most glorious set of wings ever to grace any being.
When his eyes opened, they were cold and cruel, no longer the benevolent eyes of being who cared for all of creation. His eyes were dark and stormy, resembling the black Chaos that existed beyond Ralmuci. Perhaps the walks he had been prone to in Chaos had finally cracked his diamond mind, or something Jaeger had done had caused Chaos to gain hold.... Who was to truly say?
The fallen parted before him in near reverence and all fear when they saw Lucifer flying towards where the breach was. Raphan(2) glanced up from where he stood surrounded by bodies. His eyes were as black and soulless as Lucifer’s now were, but there was hint of something flickering behind them, as if he were regaining control over his body.
Lucifer landed next to him, the air around him prickling with malice. Standing with a troop of angels, battling just as viciously against Lucifer’s forces as any of Lucifer’s generals did against Ralmuci, was Michael.
Lucifer stormed forward, walking with a purpose that kept just as many people out of his way as when he was flying. His crystal sword of fogged black was drawn and at his side, some blood still dripping down it from past battles.
Michael noticed Lucifer and his eyes narrowed. Lucifer gave the smile that would later be called that of a snake, and said aloud, “A duel, angel?” Loathing ran down his voice in polluted rivulets of rain, scorn icing it over. Michael glared back at Lucifer. The glare was more than enough for an answer, and the two wordlessly took off into the air, studying their opponent.
The battle below stopped for a moment, eager to see just how the battle between the two in command on the field of battle would fare. Though it was known that Lucifer was once the more powerful of the two, with the rebellion Michael had been appointed to Lucifer’s position.
Lucifer moved first, robes sparkling from the blood stains, wings still a glorious rainbow of colors. Michael parried the blow easily, countering with one of his own. Lucifer grinned, though none below could se it, and with a powerful stroke of his wings dodged the blow. He was now behind Michael, striking downward toward the angel’s head.
Michael was already whirling around, letting his wings stop beating so that he might get low enough to avoid any damage should he not block the blow. The blades clashed in a burst of flames as each allowed the swords to come to life. They sprung apart, only to come clashing back together in a dazzling display of swordsmanship and aerial abilities.
Lucifer began to fly upwards, Michael following him as best as possible. Lucifer turned, letting himself dive into his next blow, catching the other off-guard. The force of all of the fallen angel’s weight and strength in the blow made Michael crumble. He had no way of gaining footing in the air, and simply let himself fall through the air.
Lucifer followed, attacking the almost defenseless angel. Michael managed to block the worst of the blows through his numbed arms, reacting as if moving through treacle.
Somehow, Michael managed to gain some control again, once again steadying himself, making sure to avoid any of the flames from Lucifer’s sword when he was defending. He had noticed the numbness that occurred when it did happen, and it was one of the main reasons he could barely defend himself anymore.
Raphan, realizing that the battle was the perfect the distraction for the angelic troops, roared for the attack. Almost instantly, the trained forces were reacting long before the will to manifested. The angels were taken off-guard, as off-guard as their leader only a few moments before. The fallen angels fell into the battle, determined to do their lord above proud.
Lucifer never noticed the battle starting below. Something inside of his mind was howling for blood, for death, for destruction. He no longer had the strength of will left to block out enough to gain control when he needed to. His eyes lost the last bits of color that could be found in their depths, and a howl of primordial rage escaped his lips as he starting attacking as viciously he could, giving no chance for Michael to block them.
“ENOUGH!” a voice cried out, echoing over all of the battle, almost as strong as Jaeger’s voice. It was enough to give pause to the chaos-induced fallen angels, but not enough for their leader. Lucifer was lost already to himself, lost to what he had believed himself strong enough to fight.
Whoever this new factor was, Lucifer whirled on them, sword already at the ready for an attack that would send most beings flying. There was madness in his eyes, and self-righteous anger.
His blade stopped in midair, eyes wide. The being before him was androgynous. Completely. They did not appear male, nor did they appear female. They did not have wings as most angels did, but they were an angel. There was no other way they could emit such soft holiness.
“Enough, Lucifer,” the being said softly, looking compassionately at Lucifer. There was no anger, no hatred, no fear. Just a gentle kind of forgiveness and hopelessness that knew they would never be able to have Lucifer and his fallen angels join Ralmuci again. A single crystalline tear fell down Lucifer’s perfect cheek.
It was first tear ever to be cried.
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(1)-’Lucifer, we breached the inner walls of Ralmuci.’
(2)- Beelzebub- just in case you need a refresher since it’s been a while since he showed up.
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I think that this is the second to last chapter. What do you think? Anyone curious about our newest character, the completely androgynous person with kind eyes? I don’t even know who he is..... () I need to think about it. I don’t know if I want him to be someone obvious or someone not so obvious..... R/R appreciated, as are C/C. (read and review; comments and criticism)
~Nyght
Copyright © by Nyght 2004. Distribution of any kind, in whole or in part, without author’s written consent is unlawful and in direct violation of copyright laws.
Lucifer surveyed the carnage below him. There were hundreds of fallen angels mixed amidst the bodies of the heavenly, blood spilling like rich wine across the silver streets of Ralmuci. His own robes of iridescent color were stained with blood, and even with his abilities, it was doubtful that he would ever remove the stains that went to the bone, and not just on the outfit.
It had been roughly two weeks since he and his army had ambushed Ralmuci. Every foot that they had gained had been at the cost of their own warriors. Lucifer had sworn that every life lost would be trice that for Ralmuci. Though some of those warriors had not wanted to join the cause, they had, and Lucifer still loved ALL of his soldiers. What right did Jaeger have to actually kill those whom he supposedly loved?
“Lucifer, virk brakt wellim Ralmuci(1),” a voice hissed next to him, and Lucifer nodded. He drew his wings close to him as he could, falling backward through the air, letting the wind whip around him angrily, eyes closed as he lost himself in that place he would need to be to attack his once-home. Fifty feet the hard ground, he flipped himself over, letting wings spread in perhaps one of the most glorious set of wings ever to grace any being.
When his eyes opened, they were cold and cruel, no longer the benevolent eyes of being who cared for all of creation. His eyes were dark and stormy, resembling the black Chaos that existed beyond Ralmuci. Perhaps the walks he had been prone to in Chaos had finally cracked his diamond mind, or something Jaeger had done had caused Chaos to gain hold.... Who was to truly say?
The fallen parted before him in near reverence and all fear when they saw Lucifer flying towards where the breach was. Raphan(2) glanced up from where he stood surrounded by bodies. His eyes were as black and soulless as Lucifer’s now were, but there was hint of something flickering behind them, as if he were regaining control over his body.
Lucifer landed next to him, the air around him prickling with malice. Standing with a troop of angels, battling just as viciously against Lucifer’s forces as any of Lucifer’s generals did against Ralmuci, was Michael.
Lucifer stormed forward, walking with a purpose that kept just as many people out of his way as when he was flying. His crystal sword of fogged black was drawn and at his side, some blood still dripping down it from past battles.
Michael noticed Lucifer and his eyes narrowed. Lucifer gave the smile that would later be called that of a snake, and said aloud, “A duel, angel?” Loathing ran down his voice in polluted rivulets of rain, scorn icing it over. Michael glared back at Lucifer. The glare was more than enough for an answer, and the two wordlessly took off into the air, studying their opponent.
The battle below stopped for a moment, eager to see just how the battle between the two in command on the field of battle would fare. Though it was known that Lucifer was once the more powerful of the two, with the rebellion Michael had been appointed to Lucifer’s position.
Lucifer moved first, robes sparkling from the blood stains, wings still a glorious rainbow of colors. Michael parried the blow easily, countering with one of his own. Lucifer grinned, though none below could se it, and with a powerful stroke of his wings dodged the blow. He was now behind Michael, striking downward toward the angel’s head.
Michael was already whirling around, letting his wings stop beating so that he might get low enough to avoid any damage should he not block the blow. The blades clashed in a burst of flames as each allowed the swords to come to life. They sprung apart, only to come clashing back together in a dazzling display of swordsmanship and aerial abilities.
Lucifer began to fly upwards, Michael following him as best as possible. Lucifer turned, letting himself dive into his next blow, catching the other off-guard. The force of all of the fallen angel’s weight and strength in the blow made Michael crumble. He had no way of gaining footing in the air, and simply let himself fall through the air.
Lucifer followed, attacking the almost defenseless angel. Michael managed to block the worst of the blows through his numbed arms, reacting as if moving through treacle.
Somehow, Michael managed to gain some control again, once again steadying himself, making sure to avoid any of the flames from Lucifer’s sword when he was defending. He had noticed the numbness that occurred when it did happen, and it was one of the main reasons he could barely defend himself anymore.
Raphan, realizing that the battle was the perfect the distraction for the angelic troops, roared for the attack. Almost instantly, the trained forces were reacting long before the will to manifested. The angels were taken off-guard, as off-guard as their leader only a few moments before. The fallen angels fell into the battle, determined to do their lord above proud.
Lucifer never noticed the battle starting below. Something inside of his mind was howling for blood, for death, for destruction. He no longer had the strength of will left to block out enough to gain control when he needed to. His eyes lost the last bits of color that could be found in their depths, and a howl of primordial rage escaped his lips as he starting attacking as viciously he could, giving no chance for Michael to block them.
“ENOUGH!” a voice cried out, echoing over all of the battle, almost as strong as Jaeger’s voice. It was enough to give pause to the chaos-induced fallen angels, but not enough for their leader. Lucifer was lost already to himself, lost to what he had believed himself strong enough to fight.
Whoever this new factor was, Lucifer whirled on them, sword already at the ready for an attack that would send most beings flying. There was madness in his eyes, and self-righteous anger.
His blade stopped in midair, eyes wide. The being before him was androgynous. Completely. They did not appear male, nor did they appear female. They did not have wings as most angels did, but they were an angel. There was no other way they could emit such soft holiness.
“Enough, Lucifer,” the being said softly, looking compassionately at Lucifer. There was no anger, no hatred, no fear. Just a gentle kind of forgiveness and hopelessness that knew they would never be able to have Lucifer and his fallen angels join Ralmuci again. A single crystalline tear fell down Lucifer’s perfect cheek.
It was first tear ever to be cried.
~~~~~~
(1)-’Lucifer, we breached the inner walls of Ralmuci.’
(2)- Beelzebub- just in case you need a refresher since it’s been a while since he showed up.
~~~~~
I think that this is the second to last chapter. What do you think? Anyone curious about our newest character, the completely androgynous person with kind eyes? I don’t even know who he is..... () I need to think about it. I don’t know if I want him to be someone obvious or someone not so obvious..... R/R appreciated, as are C/C. (read and review; comments and criticism)
~Nyght
Copyright © by Nyght 2004. Distribution of any kind, in whole or in part, without author’s written consent is unlawful and in direct violation of copyright laws.