After we get some food,a few drinks and relax a bit, I return to my room and hit the bed, like a log, and pass out. I don’t know when it was, but in the middle of the night, I started seeing images of Frida and Serafine.
They are chained somewhere and being cut into, fileted and disemboweled, then left to heal before the torture would start all over. Just constant images flashing. Their soul piercing screams ringing in my head. As a feminine sadistic voice purred in the background.
“Evander, if you don’t save them I’m going to kill them,” she said with a menacing cackle. “Do you enjoy watching me cut them, do you enjoy their screams, oh how I enjoy digging my knife into them. How I enjoy stripping their flesh from their bones and the screams for you to save her is so euphoric that I can’t help myself from cutting even deeper.”
I see a flash of that smokey-haired demon that I saw with Rathor, cutting into Frida, running her tongue along the cuts,savoring the blood. “Save her, Evander, before I devour their souls,” she says.
“Evander, save me!” Frida screams, jolting me out of bed, drenched in sweat.
“We need to save them now,”Fenrir shouts.
“I agree, let’s go.”I bolt out of my room, straight to the portal to Purgatory.
As I round the corner Uriel is there standing guard. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asks in a demanding tone.
“Get out of my way before I make you,” I growl out.
He draws his sword encased in blue flames. “I would like to see you make me,” he patronizes, then snickers as he points it at me. I don’t have fucking time for this.
I rush him, as he swings his sword down at me. I manage to drive my shoulder into his chest plate, hurling him into the portal with me and I chase after him. Once I emerge on the other side, he is sliding across the dirt on a knee, driving his sword into the ground, bringing him to a stop.
“I’ve been waiting to end your measly existence for sometime now,” he shouts, dusting himself off.
“This is your last chance, Uriel, get out of my way or I will kill you,” I yell.
He looks at the two angels standing sentry. “Do Not Interfere, that is an order,” he commands, then rushes me.
Closing my eyes, I exhale.Fine, death it is.Just as he reaches me, I shift and throw a right hook, connecting with his jaw, sending him to the ground again. As he is gathering himself, I envelop myself in my divinity.
My fur shines with a brilliant silver, but now my black fur is darker than the farthest reaches of Hell. It’s not anger that Ifeel, rather a soothing calm, as I’m in full control.This is our power, this is what we have achieved in the pit.
“I’ve had enough of this prick, let’s do what we should have done a long time ago, and rip out his spine,”Fenrir suggests.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
Uriel lunges, then begins to swing his sword with lightning fast slashes. I manage to dodge all of them without much effort. I drive my fist into his gut, throwing him back. He releases a bloody cough, then rushes me again.
This time I charged at him as well, but I’m significantly faster than him and able to smash my opened claws into the side of his head, cartwheeling him into the ground. I then proceed to kick him in the gut, sending him rolling across the field.
Jumping to his feet, he removes the helmet that’s now crushed, with long gashes and dripping blood. Dropping it, he raises his hand to his face and draws it back, also covered in blood.
“This is not possible, you can’t be stronger than me,” he shouts with a quiver of hatred and fear in his voice. Taking flight he gets some distance, gathering all the speed he can, then plummets straight at me.
The impact is deafening. When the dust settles we are face to face with me pushing back his quivering, shaking blade with one hand.
“It’s not only that I’m stronger than you, Uriel, I’m fighting for someone I love. When I said nothing will stop me, I meant it. And because you’re trying to stop me, you’re going to die here,” I reply with a calm assertive tone.
Dread washed over his face then he flaps his wings and kicks off me to separateus.
“I don’t care what you’re fighting for, because your existence is irrelevant, you mean nothing. All of your comrades mean nothing. I have outlived millions of your filth and you’re no different,” he yells trying to regain his composure.
Lunging at me again, his swings become wild, unfocused, predictable. Between his swings, I speak. “My filth? They died fighting for you and you do nothing but look down on us and for that you won’t live past today,” I say, slashing at his forearms, shredding his braces. He thrusts his sword at me.
Quickly stepping to the side, I bite down onto his shoulder. He lets out a scream as I bite harder, crushing through his armor and tearing a chunk off when I rip away.
As he falls to the ground, I drive my knee into his chin, sending him flipping backwards, landing on his chest. I spit his shoulder out and slowly walk around him, pushing him into the dirt with my foot in the middle of his back.
Leaning in, I dig my nails into his back and whisper, “You don’t deserve these,” as I grab his left wing and rip it off. He cries out again as I tear the right one off and throw it aside.
