Fan Fiction ❯ The Last Tear ❯ Part Eight ( Chapter 8 )

Mondicos's dark and glamourless eyes regained their life as he looked away from the Great Tapestry. He shook his head sorrowfully. The poor girl...of course she didn't understand.

He turned and left the Seeing Chamber, heading in the direction of the Temple. This situation was in no way ideal. Unfortunately, this was what they had to do to save the world.

You might think that a bizarre concept, demons wishing to preserve instead of annihilate. However the reality of the situation was that if the entire world were destroyed, not only would the humans and their world of illusions be eradicated, but the Demon World as well. In addition, if the world were not saved, another war would take place...A war just like the first...

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Thunder rumbled in the troubled Heavens and skies as the armies came to a halt. The scene was that of gruesome and merciless bloodshed, and the bodies of the dead and wounded were scattered over the barren wastes that was Earth.

Both sides waited in silent preparation. Angels, mortals, and demons had all suffered immense casualties, yet none were ready to back down. With another clap of thunder, the armies charged, ready to kill and be killed.

A young immortal with brown hair and dark, sharp eyes stood beside his brothers. His livelihood had died earlier with his master, who had been the last to survive previous Archangel strikes. With hatred and a death prayer, armed with fury and steel, the novice Mondicos charged with the flow of his fellows at the front line.

Before either side could reach each other, a lightning bolt struck the ground between them. In that moment, the only thing for Mondicos was a flash of pure white light and searing pain, and then...nothing.

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Entering the Temple, Mondicos's thoughts were plagued with troubles and questions. He came here, to the heart of the Black City, to worship and pray to the Evil Will.

Most of you must be confused about the Evil Will. It is a prominent deity for an elite group of demons. The Evil Will is more than just Lucifer or any apocalyptic figure. Not much is known about it, except that all dark and sinful intentions and thoughts originated from it.

The Twins belonged to the elite group of believers, as did Mondicos. The twins were chosen specifically by the Evil Will as prophets, giving them nearly supreme authority in their religious order. The only person to out rank them was Mondicos, who is a scholar-priest, and a true seeker of knowledge.

Upon entering the Temple, Mondicos swept past fountains, murals, and sculptures, all of which pictured in some way the end of one thing, giving birth to another. In the outer chambers candles flickered, their meek light uncomfortable in this place of darkness.

Mondicos stopped and knelt at the central altar. Closing his eyes, he began to chant a prayer. Over his deep murmuring voice, small noises were heard, like that of footsteps. If Mondicos heard them, he paid no heed.

Slowly and quietly, the footsteps continued to approach the scholar-priest. Walking past the weak candles, their light exploded in a jolt of bright flames. Yet their momentary light illuminated nothing around them, and they soon burnt out. Mondicos's bent form showed no sign of recognition of this event however, and the murmuring prayer continued.

Still the footsteps drew nearer and a large figure began to present itself more eminently. It paused behind Mondicos, who was now silent but still bent in worships. The figure slowly drew something from its belt and held the glinting thing above Mondicos's back. In a swift motion, a downward stroke was made.

The sound of metal clashing and colliding rang out clear as a silver bell as the fluid motion of the attack was suddenly halted.

"Do you mind?" Mondicos asked in a deadly calm. "I'm trying to pray." Then, with strength unfitting of someone of his physique, Mondicos hurled the figure back and out of the inner chamber of the Temple.

He then pursued the stunned figure, which unfortunately did not stay in one place. Mondicos replaced his dagger at his belt. Looking around cautiously, he left the Temple and headed straight for the Weaponry Chambers.

Mondicos took two steps before his vision blurred and a sharp pain shot through his head. He ducked just in time to dodge a knife that was aimed for his head. Mondicos's vision cleared as his precognitive senses were switched to automatic.

He ran down the corridor, dodging dagger after dagger. Then Mondicos felt a distinct pain course through his body. Looking to his shoulder, he discovered a Crucifix Dirk protruding from his bleeding flesh. Cursing, Mondicos pulled the blade from his shoulder just in time to use it for his defense, blocking another dagger from embedding itself in his head. Immediately afterwards, he made a dive into the blackness of the Weaponry Chambers.

Dodging even more blades, Mondicos ran for a large cabinet. Throwing open the large doors, he withdrew a long, slightly curved blade: the nodachi.

Mondicos felt another dirk sink into his body and turned around. He couldn't see his opponent, but he could hear them.

And so he stood, bleeding, tattered, but alert and ready. Seconds later the dark and silence were both penetrated as the dying scream of an angel was released.

With that done, Mondicos pulled the second blade from his body. He tossed the weapon to its dead owner. The graceful and slender figure was now visible; it's long raven hair fanned out on the floor, soaking up the crimson liquid that had slipped off of its once pure white wings. Mondicos stared at the silhouetted figure a moment longer.

The Crucifix Dirks, being holy weapons, had hurt him deeper than just the flesh wounds. As he stared at the dead, Mondicos's muddled mind began to register protocol. Archangels worked in teams...always two or more...and here was only one.

A flash of terror swept over Mondicos as he turned around and was met with a blade in the stomach. Then another in the heart. Once again in a lung, repeatedly and painfully until finally there was no life left in him at all. As a final assault, Mondicos's killer cut off his head. Once again, silence was restored to darkness.

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