All Chapters of An angel’s road to hell: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90
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81. Of armies, acolytes and a little bit of dreams
Cassandra PendragonPete was…fun to talk to. Even though we quickly came to what he knew about the acolytes the round of introductions was still enough to get a sprinkling of his humour. He even took it in stride when Erya renamed him from “Lucky Pete” to “Smelly Pete” and doused him with a jet of conjured water even thigh the rain had washed away most of the filth. He had the necessary distance to what had happened, especially in regards to Viyara “putting away”, his words, not mine, most of the people he knew and the way he talked about his childhood as a street urchin wasn’t bitter, maybe even a little proud. I understood his “the devil may care” attitude and quite enjoyed his quips. “When the going gets tough the tough get going” was his explanation, for example, why he had, “poised and in complete control of his mental state”, stoically asked for help. He was also a treasure trove of information and gave us a brief overview of how the pirates were organised and what we should ex
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82. Of bars, allies and a little bit of chaos
Surprisingly he didn’t strike which put me into a dilemma. Now I actually had to think about if I wanted to attack him instead of just burning the shit out of him without a moment’s pause. I just wanted to get in unrecognised and, once I had the ring, I hoped I’d be able to smooth out any problems I created along the way. On second thought, that wasn’t much of a plan without even considering that I only had a vague idea about where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do afterwards. Alright, a talk it was. We could get back to bashing our heads in quickly enough, anyways.I spread out my wings and came to an abrupt halt, a couple of meters away from him. Chaleb was a big boy, his current incarnation came from one of the technologically advanced, humanoid races. They had meddle with his body in the stereotypical mad scientist with a gruesome laboratory fashion when he had first displayed a part of his heritage. As a knight he had easily pulled through and, as far as I knew, there was st
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83. Of transformations, memories and a little bit of truth
“I’d usually say someone is trying to frame me for cutting off a demon’s horn but since you’re not already jumping down my throat I assume I have a good alibi.” I leaned forward in my chair and carefully picked up the horn. It was surprisingly heavy and upon closer inspection I realised it wasn’t made of solid gold but had a dark, organic base with golden glyphs drawn over it until it appeared like a piece of metal. Residual energy still lingered within but it was dormant, cut off from its source. The silvery taint at the bottom was slowly spreading through the reservoir of magic in the horn and gradually turned it into something else.No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t clearly make out what was going on. From my point of view the horn was filled with golden energy that had some streaks of black and red running through. A single thread of silvery-blue light curled through the centre and minuscule changes appeared wherever they came into contact. The Gold, Black and Red didn’t trans
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84. Of criticism, friendship and a last hooray
“So you’re basically saying I’m the prototype of what she’s turning into? May I remind you that some of the stories surrounding me aren’t lies? I don’t have any aspirations to gain political power and I did and still do work against every immortal that tries to form the multiverse as they see fit. On a related note: I can’t even remember the last time I felt truly hungry and what I sensed from Delilah was… starvation.”“Semantics, I already told you, I think your immunities saved you from the worst parts, you only experience the benefits… like access to a form of energy that bypasses all known defences. Come on, Cassandra, you can’t be that blind…” what had he just called me?“Cassandra! Cassandra, wake up!”Groggily I blinked the sleep from my eyes, still half engaged in my dream I needed a moment to understand why I was staring into a clear, blue sky, a beautiful face with ram like horns merely centimetres from my nose. When everything snapped into place I couldn’t suppress a curse.
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85. Of explosions, transformations and a little bit of success
Cassandra PendragonA few minutes later I was staring up at one of the flying stones, blood slowly dripping from the corpse behind me, filling the room with the heavy scent of death. Up until now it had been easy. I had chosen the ship to our left and Viyara had levitated me over, still hidden behind Erya’s magic. Once I had been beneath the hull, I had shrugged off the concealment and used my wings to crawl along the thick planks, their weathered surface harsh against my skin. Nobody had been able to see me from above and I had had to be only a little careful to stay out of sight of the neighbouring ships. Every few metres I had gingerly pushed a wing inside the ship and used my second vision until I had found the stone chamber. One lonely pirate had been on watch, struggling to stay awake in the pressing heat. I hadn’t hesitated. A shower of sparks later he had sunk to the ground silently, his heart and lungs pierced by torrents of light, which had brought me to where I was.The roo
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86. Of victories, costs and a little bit of hypocrisy
Cassandra PendragonErya enjoyed her role as the apparent voice of our group and pranced towards Clovis, a wide smile on her face: “and we graciously accept. If you and your comrades would be so kind as to hand over your weapons. Not that I particularly care but there is a certain etiquette to these matters, isn’t there? Now then,” she waved her hand and the last traces of her magic vanished, returning the ship to its inanimate state. “Why don’t you put them all on a heap right here? And please, don try to hide anything, I’d hate to throw you overboard.” She had them well in hand and the bunch of seasoned cutthroats quietly complied, a varied assortments of sharp utensils clattering to the floor. Erya made them form a line and skipped up and down in front of them giddily. She was having the time of her life ordering them around, especially when Viyara joined the game of let’s-make-the-pirates-miserable and slithered along the railing until she came to a stop behind them. She neatly co
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87. Of introspection, mistakes and a little bit of reunion
Cassandra PendragonFlying could be awesome. The sinking sun turned the ocean below into a glittering sea of molten gold and reddish reflexions. The warm breeze that carried me along smelled of fresh salt. Cool winds blew along my body and over my tails while I whirled through the sky, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of freedom that coursed through my veins. My wings pushed me along while I rose and fell, following the air currents in an intricate dance that brought me ever closer to Ahri and my family. If there hadn’t been another emergency along with the news of more death that made my haste necessary I would have been happy. As it was I barely spared a glance for the exquisite scenery and silently cursed my companion whose weight was starting to hurt.It hadn’t taken us long to leave the hijacked ship in the caring talons of Viyara. To assure the smooth cooperation of her newest employees she had transformed back into her draconic self and sent a blazing stream of flames over the m
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88. Of reunions, responsibilities and a little bit of curses
Cassandra Pendragon “It looks almost… peaceful, except for the wrecked ships it could be some kind of holiday camp.” My voice was quiet and the longing I felt for what I had said to be true was strong enough to make it tremble. Ahri’s tails curled around my middle more tightly but she didn’t answer. There was nothing to say. There was no peace for us here, we were refugees on the run and instead of camp equipment and food, the tents most likely contained the dead and one who was fighting for her life. A fight she would win if I had my way. Exhaling deeply I squeezed Ahri’s hand and turned towards the approaching fey. Erya’s iridescent wings reflected the light of the setting sun in colourful sparks and together with her glimmering horns she made for a striking figure in the approaching night. Mysterious and hopefully powerful enough to bring Reia back from the brink. If not, well, I was decently sure that I could get rid of the curse that had infected her wounds but it wouldn’t be pr
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89. Of troubles, subterfuge and a little bit of light
Cassandra PendragonErya immediately sped past the curtain and Golamosh and I hurried after her. The small chamber contained nothing more than a bed and a tray with a bowl of clear water and some herbs which filled the air with a crisp smell that reminded me of freshly cut grass. Reia looked like a corpse. Erya had already removed the thin blanket and was nestling with a clean bandage that covered her left thigh. Reia’s clothes were gone but there were still some traces of soot on her body, apparently nobody had taken the time to wash her. She was pale, deathly pale. Her tail hung over the side of the bed limply and her breath was nothing more than the faintest movement in her chest. She looked frail and small, a far cry removed from the lively girl I had met a day ago. When Erya had unrolled the bandage a sweet, rotten stench entered my nostrils and I had to bite my tongue to keep from gagging. At first glance Reia’s flesh seemed abnormally white, even more so than her face, with an
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90. Of powers, pitfalls and a little bit of history
Cassandra PendragonMy wings lit up like a solar flare when energy rushed from my core like a tidal wave. Harsh light, at first silvery blue and then a glaring white, vanquished the shadows that had encroached upon me. A spherical shockwave pulsed from my body, annihilating everything it came in touch with. The creatures that still clung to the ceiling were brushed away like mosquitos in a storm and the unfortunate ones that had already dropped down were reduced to sparks of stardust in an instant. Pillars toppled over and burned before they reached the ground, the throne weathered the bright onslaught for a heartbeat before it disappeared in a blaze of light. Black marble became white hot slag when the darkness gave way to brilliant brightness like the night to a beautiful sunrise. And still I pushed more energy from my core, the infinite reservoir eager to finally come to life.The silvery marks on my skin were the first parts of me to change, erupting into a maze of glowing lines t
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