Lucifer stared blankly at five pair of golden irises. He sat on a chair from across the angels with his arm crossed and he had a calm expression as he stared at them. The angels however, were very nervous. Occasionally, they will shift uncomfortably in their seats or their eyes would scan the whole room, anything that would make them not stare back at him. They all were wondering what was happening when they saw Lucifer accompanied by Seraphs and before they could reach any conclusion, Adriel had told them Lucifer wanted to speak to them. Now, they were here and for past five minutes all Lucifer had done was to stare at them intently.
After what felt like another five minutes, Lucifer sighed and released his hands from its crossed position.
"Well, no one wants to ask me irritating questions today?" He said. His tone unnerved the angels. Lucifer was very hard to read, he hardly smiled and he always looked calm like he had nothing to worry about. But there was no mistake
It had been over a week since their last meeting. Lucifer had been secretly training Gadreel and Azaliah for the tournament but other than that, he didn't call them for a meeting anymore. He went on his own to work on the plan that he had created. He couldn't fully trust them, they had doubted him before and that could be a problem for him if he let them do most of his work.Adriel was concerned. Not because she didn't think Lucifer couldn't take care of himself, but she thought he had called off the plot. She didn't really care about anything but him, she wanted to be close to him and this secret meetings of theirs made that possible. She had just finished a rigorous training with Gadreel and was sharpening her sword. She glanced occasionally at the door of his house, waiting for Lucifer to come out and look at her. he had only seen him in the big hall and she wasn't even concentrating when the angels snag to God.After a while, she sighed in defeat and got up from he
Today was the day of the tournament. Every angel suspended all that they were doing to be a part of it either as a spectator or a competitor. Everyone was buzzing with excitement. There was hardly any tension in the air, at the end all the angels played for fun even if they lost. Another thing that brought joy to them was the addition of new angels to their various ranks. It was the best part of the event. The angels had gathered in the second largest hall outside of the city. The seats were covered with golden angels, some cheering, some speaking to each other. The ten contestants chosen by Lucifer however were in a separate room where they were allowed to get ready.Adriel was sitting on a bench, fixing her boots. Once in a while, she would glare at any angel who walked past her, attempting to assert her dominance. Even though it seemed petty, it worked on some of the angels because she was of high rank. Anytime her glare would have any effect, she will smirk and focus her
The cheers of the crowd ushered the angels into the tournament. They had five tasks to complete and none of the angels knew what the tasks will be as they changed every year thanks to Lucifer. The first task was to forge a weapon from blue flames, the weapons had to be good and sharp. It would have been easy except that blue flames were harmful to angels so they had to endure pain to get through the task. Balls of fire appeared before each of them, and some immediately placed their hands into it. Adriel first put in her finger, the sting made her yelp in pain and she removed it quickly. Her eyes darted to Gadreel who was staring at Michael. The angel in question had already started to form his sword slowly. Adriel's eyes widened. Even in pain, Michael was able to create a large, sharp sword, he then ran to the next line waiting for the second quest. Adriel and Gadreel stared at each other in fright. Lucifer had only thought them how to fight with another person not how to deep their
Nahamani stared at Lucifer stunned. She had noticed him from where she sat behind a guard at the top of the arena. She saw a clear smoke around him indicating that he had cloaked himself but she didn't understand why he did so and why only she could see him. She turned to Carshena, whose attention was drawn to the game."Where did master Lucifer say he was again?" She asked."Up in the makers temple, he said he called him for private talk. You should know that, you were the one he told". She said without looking at her. Nahamani looked back at Lucifer, who was staring at the top three angels on the field. Her eyes followed his gaze. She knew there was something off with Adriel and Gadreel's behavior earlier. Was it that Lucifer put them there for a different reason other than the game? When she looked up again, Lucifer had disappeared from his spot. She jumped up from her seat, ready to go after him."Where are you going?"Carshena asked."To s
The angels had completed the third and fourth task, the third required the use of the weapons they had gotten from the jewels to aim at an illusion of a big dragon like creature, wounding it but not killing it. Because of the distance, Ramiel was unable to aim at the right spot and was eliminated from the game. Gadreel and Celeste another angel, however were able to use their wings to fly and stab the dragon in the eye with the arrow, and went over to the fourth quest. Adriel and Michael had the upper hand because their weapons could go the distance. They easily scaled through to the next level.The fourth quest required them to use the dragon creature in the previous game. They needed to tame it and then turn it into their personal ride. This was hard for them because the creatures were extremely stubborn and they had already attacked it, giving it the impression they were enemies. The already injured ones would need a cure which the angels needed to detect from anothe
Adriel and Gadreel stood at the center of the big hall. The hall of praise but at this moment, the hall of judgement. Something like this has never happened before, so the angels were unsure of what to do. The games were halted after the incident with no winners and the welcoming of the new angels did not commence either. No one even cared about that anymore. They were more interested in the trial of Adriel.She had killed a fellow angel. She had acted out of anger, a trait that was not common in the heavens. Everyone was at peace with each other. Happy, joyful. Where did she get the anger from?Kemuel, a very important cherub stood in front of Adriel, the crowd staring back at him, waiting for him to begin the trial. His long white hair cascaded down his back even to the floor, brushing it graciously whenever he moved. His pale skin glimmered as the lights from the heaven shone on it and his blue eyes stared at Adriel with disgust."People of heaven
Lucifer gracefully walked over down the hall. The angels watching him in silence. He then picked Adriel up by one hand and Gadreel by the other. With a straight face, he stared at Kemuel who was about to complain about his actions."I set the rules for the game. I get orders from the maker. It is my judgement that will stand over yours and I wish to torture them and kill them myself". He said. Kemuel sighed and then bowed down slightly, a sign of surrender. With a smirk, he turned around and dragged them out of the hall. He did not speak to them and they did not speak to him. Lucifer could tell they were frightened, not only from their faces but from the way their hands shook in his. He made his way to his chambers and pushed them into it. Adriel and Gadreel fell to the ground but they quickly stood up and bowed to Lucifer not daring to look at his face.Lucifer then shut the door and stared at them with crossed arms. He was beyond furious with them. He really intended
"You don't know who has the key?" Adriel asked in shock. Lucifer growled."I told you to stay there and shut up!" He yelled. Adriel looked down at her feet again. She needed to do something that will make Lucifer be pleased with her again."Why would the maker not give the key to you?" Gadreel asked. Lucifer had no idea to that question. Had he chosen someone else over him? Even if he did not want to serve anymore, he wanted to be the one to leave not for him to be kicked out. That will be humiliating."I do not know". He said then paused. He remembered that he had to address the angels concerning the situation of the competition and the fate of his followers. The new rank will not be given and neither will there be any new angels because the tournament was stopped. But then how will he get Adriel and Gadreel to live freely and come up with a lie good enough for the angels in heaven?He then remembered Nahamani and the two angels he had kept in the
Ezra was beyond intrigued. When Abaddon opened his mouth to give him a report, he had not expected what he heard.The angel that had attacked his servant had a bodyguard and they were staying with a poor human family. Ezra could never grasp what the angels did on earth, none of the demons could but this one was the trickiest of them all. He was sure of one thing however, that the female angel was important and now he wanted to meet her himself.Abaddon had been cured by his master and he was now touching his hornless head with a frown on his face but that was all he did. He couldn’t open his mouth to complain, Ezra would turn him into a crisp if he dared. He was lucky to be alive.“This human family”. His master started. “How many are they?”“I only saw one human, a woman. But she looked old enough to have children”.Ezra nodded his head. For him to check things out himself, he needed an excuse. The last thing he w
Aleph immediately used his hands to shield Azaliah and Hagne while he glared hard at Abaddon. He was terrified, this was the first time he was fighting a demon alone, and a high ranked demon for that matter. But he was Azaliah’s protector and his duty was to keep her safe even if he died. He didn’t want to die.Abaddon cocked his head to the side in a teasing manner. He had scanned the angel who had taken a defensive stance against him and he fought the urge to laugh. He expected the fight to be extremely tough but just like the female angel, her guardian was as weak as a leaf.“I’m waiting for you to strike the first blow”. He said tauntingly. Aleph’s frown deepened, the demon was toying with him.Abaddon wanted to know the strength of his powers before he did anything. If there was one thing he learned from his master Ezra, it was that power should not be wasted on the weak.Aleph still didn’t move. Partially be
The same scenario that happened in the morning was taking place again. Hagne and her children were staring wide eyed at the green eyed man that was currently in their home and he stared at them with the same expression. Azaliah however was amused by their constant surprise even if she knew it was expected.“How…how many of you are planning to come here?” Hagne finally asked, her eyes shifted from Azaliah to Aleph.Both angels looked at each other and shrugged simultaenously.“Just us…we hope”.“You hope?” Hagne asked with wide eyes. Azaliah walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, she gasped at the contact.“There’s nothing for you to worry about, you’re safe”. She looked at the three children beside her. “All of you”.“Actually…They are not”. Aleph butted in. “And neither are you”.Azaliah turned slowly to h
“I’m going to kill her! But I need to find her first”. Abaddon crawled on the rough stairs with a loud groan. His body was injured and one part of his horn was missing, he looked more horrible than he already was.“I am going to kill her!”. He repeated, as if that would alleviate his suffering. Abaddon knew his suffering had just begun and it probably won’t end anytime soon. He knew he was extremely stupid crawling back here like he had not failed an important mission, he had a lot of guts. A lot of guts to die.“I’m…going to kill her…” He said again, his voice extremely low this time. He had arrived at his own judgement place and he probably would not be scared.A black, high throne was at the centre of the huge pillar that his master once stood on, with demons surrounding it. The more he came closer, the more they snarled like they could read he was now a failure. The throne, luckily for
To say Hagne was speechless was an understatement. She thought the angel couldn’t look any more divine while she slept, but now she was heavenly breathtaking. And her children agreed with her.Their eyes were wider than saucers and their mouths were open, there was no human being on earth that could look that good. Impossible.The angel in front of them shifted a little like she was uncomfortable, so Hagne drew herself out of her trance and stepped forward. The angel backed away.“Uh…hello”. Hagne awkwardly said.The angel didn’t reply. She eyed Hagne from head to toe before doing the same to her children then she returned her gaze to the woman, still not speaking a word.“My name is Hagne”. Hagne stated, she pointed at her children. “Those are my children, Fia, Ciro and Edvige”.Still no reply. It was Hagne’s turn to shift uncomfortably. Did the angel not like her? Was she that ba
Hagne was slowly regretting her decision of coming here. The stares that the man across her gave was the cause of her regret. She and her husband were seated now, with drinks in front of them. Hagne ordered a cup of water, her husband ordered a beer. As usual.They had been staring at each other for a minute. As awkward as it was, Hagne refused to back down from her glares. She hated him, she had every right to. The fact that he looked even more healthier than her made her hate him more.He now wore expensive robes and clean sandals. She could tell he was fatter and his hair was neatly combed, not as disheveled as it used to be. He actually looked like one of the patricians. She hated it.How dare he be happy? After all the troubles he caused and after he left her to fix her issues on her own. After abandoning his family, for fame and wealth.She hoped he would choke on his beer, or die of liver failure. Any of the two worked for her.After a long
Hagne stared at the sleeping figure on her mat while she slept. The woman that fell from the sky the night before had her white hair cover half of her face. She slept calmly like she was at peace. Hagne had never seen someone as unreal as she, she was like a literal angel. No, she was actually an angel.It was hard for Hagne to process what was going on. Why did the angel have to fall in front of her house? And why did it have to be at a time like this?She decided after a long while that she would leave the questions to the angel when she awoke.Hagne’s eyes darted to the horn that was once in the grasp of the angel, she gulped. She couldn’t help the fear that crept up in her. What kind of thing did she do that got her in trouble with a demon? Because only demons had horns that hideous.But still, the angel must be strong if she could pull that out of the head of a demon.Soft footsteps tore her mind away from her pointless thinking. H
Renato sat on one of the soft chairs in the Consul’s chambers as two concubines each walked in with a tray of food and fruit on one hand and a wine jar on the other. As they set the items on the glass table, the purple transparent linen that they wore stuck to their bodies, showing off their naked skin. The Consul smiled in satisfaction before hitting one of them on her rear end. The lady giggled and ran out of the room with her companion.A sigh escaped Renato’s lips before his eyes took in the designs of the room to distract himself from the scene that took place s few second ago. A small laugh escaped Consul Cicero’s lips and he reached for the jar of wine before pouring its contents into two golden glasses.“I see you like it”. His deep voice boomed throughout the silent room. Renato nodded and smiled slightly.“It’s impressive”. He responded. Cicero laughed.“Of course it is, I make su
“Round them up, put them in the cellar”. The soldiers moved immediately, pushing the group of prisoners into the wooden cellar. Renato watched them from a distance, his hands gripping the reins of his black horse tightly. His face was so stoic, one would think he was about to murder someone. The old man he had arrested earlier was the last to be thrown in. He was covered in blood from head to toe and his breathing was very shallow. Renato tried not to think of the moment of his arrest and also the look of horror on the little girl’s face who was with him. But as much as he tried to pretend, his facade broke immediately the old man looked him in the eye. Renato briefly thought of looking away but then chose not to because of his position. He was a centurion, why would he be scared of an old man? The man in question lifted his pale lips in a small smile before he was dragged into the cellar. As Renato stared as the soldiers closed the doors, the not so