| Fan Fiction |
by BLV13
Blood he was falling, being ripped apart by the claws that grabbed him. Screaming, yelling, sobbing, begging him.
Bring him back.
Bring him back.
Bring him back!
He didn't have the power...yet.
The blood from his eyes being ripped out made scarlet tears down his cheeks. He felt them bounce and being flattened under a monstrous foot as teeth sunk into his flesh.
He would not cry.
He felt his leg come loose and the he couldn’t feel it anymore. His right pinky and hand followed it.
There was nothing to cry for.
The blood the carnage and far away he could see the growing pile of his body parts being feasted on for the lesser demons. The blood dribbled from their lips and they grinned running at him for more.
More blood. More carnage. To Feed. To Avenge. They left his heart intact as his head rolled away to watch without eyes as they lifted the still beating half black half red heart into the sky.
Bring him back!
The sick ritual that seemed to have appeased no one was ended with a saber of light from the sky. There was light then swirling around him, slicing through him like hell’s fire in white. Kill them, killing him.
Killing loneliness sliced through him and they joined in the carnage.
Angel wings were died black with demon blood as their power sliced through them and grasped the still beating heart.
Bring her back.
Bring her back!
Give him back!
Give her back!
He could not cry.
He could hear screaming somewhere. Far away. His own, not his own… a woman. Screaming as if her soul was being ripped apart. A man… as if he was being eaten alive and allowed to live until he was no more.
His voice rose, higher, louder, above them all. Above the carnage into the air, shaking the sky with it’s power until the cloud’s ripped open with the shock of lightning and the earth crumbled beneath him.
Louder, louder.
His lover was in pain. Dying and he could not get to him fast enough. Faster, faster, he couldn’t open the door. He couldn’t see. It wouldn’t move he screamed and screamed banging on the solid earth that separated him from earth, keeping him from whatever was going on above him.
The screaming, the louder screaming, the sound that shook the earth and tore the sky was bonding him together.
He was alive.
Alive.
He was suffering.
Alive.
Bring him back.
Bring her back.
Alive.
Protect him.
Protect yourself.
Run.
Run.
Stay.
Live.
FIGHT!
The roar in his heart made him bend over in agony loosing himself to a power far away from himself.
A painful synthesis.
A desolate wasteland of the thought and someone was standing there with him in the field of light…
The figure faded away to leave an object. Familiar to touch… Hell fire and angel light, two sides of the coin and the black truth that kept him sane forever.
Cast in the name of God…
Ye Not Guilty.
He grasped it, and pulled back aiming for the vague target of the sky from where that lightning was coming from in his heart, where the pain had started.
Bring her back.
One.
Bring him back.
Two.
Live.
Soul.
The explosion engulfed the surrounding area to the very edge of the expansive clearing lightning up the atmosphere for miles and yet the Order nor the Council could see it.
They waited in worry for the outcome.
The light evaporated as soon as it began as the frustrated man broke through the solid earth to reach Earth and climbed out shouting for his lover. Met with only the multi-colored jewel like an opal of black, amber, red, white, and blue housing a crucified man in its depths, he ran.
He whispered the name, yet no sound came out as he rushed towards the slowly descending jewel housing his love and knocking, beating, on the magic amorphic hardness.
It sucked in his hand and felt strangely scorching and cold. He pulled back realizing that the one inside was alive, feeling the other’s heartbeat through the gel-gem. Steady, beating, alive and sleeping.
He bit his lip and sat down in front of it. Waiting.
What more could he do? He had to take him home…
He had to with his own hands. He curled up beneath the glowing warmth and closed his eyes, sleeping at his lover’s side…
A sleep that they both desperately needed.
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He woke up in bed and sat up running through the house looking for him.
He wasn’t there.
It wasn’t a dream.
How did he get there?
He got dressed quickly, left without breakfast and raced down to his car speeding off taking the same direction to find that place.
The place he would find his lover…
But… he couldn’t find it…
There were no woods there… there was nothing there… Nothing…
How was he supposed to find him?
Was he crazy?
Had everything just been a dream?
He bit his lip worrying it was noon now. His stomach growled and he turned back home wondering if his imagination had just over reacted…
He ate his fill and yet something was bothering him. Nagging him… He wasn’t crazy. His lover was out there… but where?
He hadn’t seen him all day and it was his birthday… where could he have gone?
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The cries of a captured angel, a separated mother did nothing for her confinement so far away from her child… so far away from her lover…her husband…
It was cold, and the ice grew like quartz underneath the doors yet she wasn’t cold…
The room was warm wherever she went… and freezing outside of the bubble.
She closed her eyes and tried to reach out… reach out to her son.
To wake him.
To know that he was alive….
The bow appeared in her mind and throbbed like the beat of a heart.
Alive.
He was alive…
There was hope yet. She only prayed that once he awakened he would know the truth…. Know his enemies and know what to do from there. She could only hope because praying would do no good.
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Freezing and in agony the Demon prince raised his head feeling her smile even from so far away.
The stakes that held him pinned to the wall only hurt as much as he could feel. The blood dripping down his down did nothing and he sighed again, wheezing from the stake through his lungs.
An immortal being could never die and would suffer for all eternity in this heavenly placed too far from his realm.
He hoped that the Council had known their prince well enough to know that his lover should not be hurt… He hoped that they had given her enough comfort…even if she was his prisoner.
He would never forgive them if they had her staked…. Or worse.
He groaned trying to move and felt the pulse of a life connected through blood to him. He smiled.
His son was alive.
The birthday was slowly passing and if he made it through the day, there would be nothing to stop him heaven or hell.
He couldn’t help but feel his chest swell with pride. He was the father to the most powerful being in the universe…
Why shouldn’t he be proud?
There was a chuckle from below him and he glared groaning trying to move and slashed the man to pieces.
That angel that should have been a demon, a traitor. The reason he was there… the reason he had never known his son… the reason his lover was across the globe and out of reach.
If he ever got down from the spikes he would rip the man to pieces… starving for sixteen years to date or not.
The conspirator… the mastermind. The bastard… the one that would die before his eternity… He would see to that and relish the feel of pure angel blood on his finger before he fed him to the pits of hell where he would be torn to pieces and be able to feel every cell in his body being tortured for all eternity.
He smirked and choked on his own blood as the man slid another spike through his heart for good measure at angle different that all the others and he was pinned there unable to stop it as the man whispered softly into the others ears.
The unabashed pain ripped through him and he roared, howled, and sobbed in agony as the man left the chamber.
He was powerless.
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The Council, in their fiery chamber, screamed with rage as their mirror reflected a light that was not their own.
The images flashed on and off. Angel feather and demon blood on a battlefield of blood and body parts.
What were they to do?
The boy was dead as was their last hope to recover their prince…
With the throne empty… what were they to do? They could not calm the demon masses for much longer before a full on war between heaven and hell began.
What were they to do?
Their prince’s lover, the angel, slept now and would say nothing as she cried. She felt her son cease to exist.
The Order screamed in rage, they could see the same scenes: angel feathers and demon blood.
There would be war.
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Whoo! I can't believe I wrote a chapter without dialogue... Confused enough yet or could you follow along?