The clashing of the two winged beings erupted like a roar, muting the thunderclaps from the hovering storm above them. Like a blanket, a cloak of darkness veiled the entire arena followed by a zap of a single light emitting from the guardian angel.
The ghouls and the other onlookers could not keep up their line of vision. For them, everything was a speed of light. From the clashing of the two winged beings to the clanking of the weapons, everything was changing in a blink of an eye.
With a knot lodged deep between her brows, Aurora also known by many as the guardian angel Selaphiel, followed the ongoing battle with critical eyes. Though she was tasked by Gabriel the Faithful to save his son, she could not will herself to look away from her daughter. Deep within her heart, she knew she acknowledged the forbidden fruit she had with the Grank Duke of the Nether World. For her, the existence of Maleficent the Glutton was a constant reminder for her that she had betrayed
I was emotional while writing Aurora's prayer for her child. But I am giggling while I am writing Zel's point of view. Gosh, this set of parents!
“Indeed. Farewell.” Maleficent whispered. On cue, a roaring sound elicited from behind him before he was taken by the looming shadow of the gigantic winged serpent.After her last two words, the entire arena had turned into one extensive domain for Maleficent. Her emerald eyes glowed more than ever at that exact moment; the song of battle cries echoed from her mouth as she screamed, flipping her position. Now, she was the one sitting atop the shell-shocked Gabriel the Faithful.“Die, angel!” Flipping the version that Gabriel the Faithful said a few moments ago, she raised both of her arms while holding her weapon. Gone were her whips earlier, replaced by a dagger made from her shadows. The blade hissed as she held it as if it got a life of its own.But the gleam of the dagger’s blade under the lightning bolt’s sheen woke Gabriel the Faithful from his reverie, snapping him on the verge of his death. His widened, stormy, gray eyes turned into a sharp glare. “Never!” He backha
A pair of gleaming crimson eyes glowered upon the sight beneath him. Veins protruded around his once smooth forehead as the corners of her lips curved downwards. A knot lodged deep between a pair of bushy brows. Demon King Lucifer the Prideful did not like how the events before him were transpiring. It was entertaining for quite some time, not until Selaphiel decided to turn her blades against her brethren for one measly Halfling, something he could not grasp.‘Hmmm… Angels aren’t that different from humans indeed,’ the demon king of the Nether World thought.Tapping his elongated fingernails against the armrest of his throne-like seat, he uttered under his breath. “How tragic. To think that creatures revered their kind for protection.” He cocked his head to the side, gaze filled with wonder. He continued, “Angels and humans are such a fickle being. I wonder why the Creator love them so much when they can be this pesky and&hel
Damon the Prideful’s eyelids twitched. The sound that resembled a howl of a wounded animal sent shivers down the very core of his being. It was quite a funny concept that his core wavered upon such anguished sound, as if his core answered it unknowingly – sympathized with it rather.‘Why sympathize for something trivial?’ Damon thought at the back of his flickering consciousness. It was an automatic response for someone like him who grew in the worst possible environment. After all, he was practically raised in hell and was raised by Lucifer himself, the demon king of the Nether World. And so, sympathy was a useless thing.Upon such train of thoughts, an image of winged Halfling flashed in his mind. The reason about sympathy and a shitload crap of bullshit about not giving a fuck vanished into thin air as he remembered that there was one existence that made him defy what he was blabbering at the back of his mind earlier. It was an existence whic
PAIN. The concept of pain was a foreign feeling for someone who was born from the emotions of pride and disparity. With his father the demon king of the Nether World and his mother a despairing demon king’s doll, Damon the Prideful grew up without the expectation of comfort. The concept of pain, crying, or getting even was something that was simply impossible to begin with. Instead, he pretended to feel them. Why did he do that? Simply out of pure curiosity, and after years of mimicking emotions, it became a second skin for Damon the Prideful. Until a winged Halfling with burning infernal passion that touched the locks of his abyss. Maleficent the Glutton waltzed in his life and wrecked havoc in it without second thoughts. For Damon, who was born and tasked to kill all Halflings, her peculiar constitution drew him to her. And the next thing he knew, he already found himself looking at her direction every now and then. And yet, just like how fa
Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton lost the will to live the moment he thought he lost his wife. His misery did not lessen when he had to let go of his daughter and watched her grew up from the sidelines as one of her shadows. He had foolishly thought that it would all soon go away the moment he would take her from the wretched mortal world – or so he thought. He failed to realize that it was only the prelude of the catastrophe he was walking into hand in hand with his beloved daughter.It turned out that he only brought his daughter to her rightful place only to betray her over and over again. Blinded by the concept of having a complete family with the woman he loved and their daughter, Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton neglected Maleficent the Glutton without realizing that he had pushed his daughter to the throes of death.Blood littered the Grand Duke Beelzebub’s clothes as floated side by side with Aurora also known by many as Selaphiel. It was the blood
‘If I did not see your determination at that hallway, would it be less painful today?’ Damon the Prideful bellowed at the back of his mind. Tears of anguish buried after a series of roars. Flames of disparity devoured the debris around him. Gone was the splendor of the once relic of the old demon lords, replaced with nothing but an endless stream of piles of rubbles and ashes. Leaving no stone unturned, the prince of the Nether World howled. His roars of malevolence shook every nook and cranny of the Malevolent World.The murky crimson ink that painted the walls and floors of the arena dried as Damon the Prideful continued to dance with his ruby flames. A mindless weeps of sorrow shook the foundation of sanity within the Halfling prince. Drowning from his grievances, the immobile body of Maleficent the Glutton was safely tucked in his right wing.Body made of muscles and scales, his firm limbs stood firm and proud amid the cataclysmic chaos of the arena. Fa
LEVI THE ENVIOUS STOOD immobile. Reflected within a pair of swirling sapphire orbs was the destruction of the relic of the old Nether World. But history be damned for the Halfling, his pounding heart was for the green-eyed Halfling within the premise of the catastrophe.“Have you detected her presence?” Levi the Envious looked behind him. His knuckles turned white from his clenched fist yet it did not lessen the pounding that was threatening to burst his chest. Hackles raised, Levi the Envious, all clad with his Black Knight uniform of Transylvania Academy, gritted his teeth upon the shaking head of his Basilisk.For the nth time, ever since he arrived from his mission and waited atop the nearest tallest building next to the crumbling arena, Levi the Envious felt the snapping of presence from one person – Maleficent the Glutton. He had witnessed her fight with Gabriel the Faithful and bit his tongue to remind him her instruction which resonated at the
MERLIN THE NECROMANCER whistled. The ringing sound of the piercing chime of the wind resonated, bouncing within the hearing radius of one hundred kilometer circumference with him as its apex point. On cue, three meters away from him, the very dune he was standing on started to wave. The sands of the Nether World that sparkled from silver and gold combined parted – a movement with his direction as its aim. Through his peripheral vision, Merlin the Necromancer followed the movement of the first one who answered his called. It was in this moment that a movement from his west occurred. It was faster than the movement from his north direction, but its size would not matter for him. So long as it was convenient for him to reach the destination he was meant to stand on as per the contingency plan.“You sure you don’t want me to bring you there instead?” Levi the Envious asked for the nth time already. Upon learning that they still had work to do, it was high