“You’re sure it’s here?” Bertrand asked Don, as they parked near Elleanore’s house.
“Yeah, Bert.” Don Replied. “I followed her up and downtown, and this is the place she always comes back to. So it’s gotta be her house. Let’s just watch and see if we can sense anything strange.”
“Right, your call then...” Bertrand agreed, a bit unsure of what would come next.
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Elleanore spent a bit more of her savings to call a few doctors to examine her daughter in her own home, because she found it a bit too much to take her to the hospital for something that she was sure didn’t have to do with Abby’s body.
The scans didn’t show a single anomaly in her organism, and the other routine exams also didn’t s
Don didn’t want to reveal his true form in front of the kid, but his punches were wearing off, and his demonic aura was fading from his fists, which only meant that he was running out of juice and had to think about another option to fight Asmodeus with the avatar conceded to him by ‘her’.Bertrand was dealing with the demon king in a better way than Don was, his punches landing beautifully and dealing as much damage as a human pair of hands could, but it still wasn’t enough, and Asmodeus was starting to toy around with them, just waiting for them to run completely out of fuel, so that the demon king could get what he wanted.‘Wait, what he wants...’ Don concluded to himself.“Hey Assmodeus, why’re you so eager to take the soul of that child?” He asked, mocking t
“Why did I become like this?” Bertrand asked Don one day, in the middle of breakfast. “Like this how?” Don would retort, not sure if getting the question right. “Pass me the toasts, please, you gotta stop getting them so close to you.” “And you gotta give me back my noodles.” Bertrand would scold his friend, giving him the plate half full of toasts. “You know how... Not human...” Don looked a bit concerned as he stared at Bertrand, while buttering his toast. “And who said you’re not human anymore?” “Well... It’s just that... Humans don’t have powers, you know?” “Who said that?” Don asked in disbelief. “Oh, don’t tell me you don’t believe in magic?”
Bertrand’s silvery aura expanded as if it was a huge explosion. Although it fortunately only reached the house’s walls, but not outside.The aura retreated to envelop Bertrand’s whole body once its expansion ended, and his body looked like a full armour set, with what seemed like the silhouette of four pairs of wings unfurling from his back.In his hand, only Asmodeus’s arm remained. And the demon king laid against the bedroom wall, bleeding a muddy substance from where his arm once was.“You... Metatron didn’t tell us about anything like you! You’ll pay for having dealt this much damage to my defiled body!” Asmodeus said, grunting.The next thing Bertrand heard, before the demon king’s ear piercing shriek, was Don&rs
The question caught Becca off guard, for even though she was an angel of Eden, she wasn’t aware of many warlike aspects of the skirmishes between edennans and the sheolshas, just because of her being an Ophanim.On the other hand, she had a chance of knowing a bit more of her own kin’s history through her enemy’s background, which was priceless if she wanted to have a chance in the upcoming catastrophe.Power and skill were of utmost importance. But if there was any chance of her finding a way to end the war without spilling unnecessary blood, and saving as many lives as she could, then knowledge was the absolute key.“Alright Baatar, pretend I’m completely ignorant, don’t know a single thing about deals, souls, ancient history, and start from the begin
Mathew and Uriel were halfway to the restaurant when they felt it, a shriek so loud and powerful that could deafen any regular human.However, they understood right after feeling it, that what truly mattered wasn’t the sound, but what caused it. Which was essentially the veil of reality getting thinner and thinner, being ripped to shreds at some ends, shrieking in inanimate agony.“It has begun!” Azazel’s voice sounded behind them, making them turn around to witness the grand marquis materialising right in front of their eyes. It didn’t make them jump, though. Only a whisper of surprise played through Mathew and Uriel’s voice.The grand marquis was about to say something else but his senses, sharper than usual because of the thinning of the veil, captured the immense power flowing
The heatwave passed through them like a typhoon, taking the whole house and everything around them with it.Bertrand still had his arms raised to protect Elleanor and the kid from the radiation in the air. He looked at the child, who had her eyes closed shut, and softly spoke.“You can open your eyes now little kid. And by the way, I don’t think I asked your name. Forgive my lack of manners as a guardian angel, but y’know... Kinda busy doing my job...”“I’m Abigail, but my friends call me Abby, so you can call me Abby too.” She answered, opening her eyes slowly.But when she looked around, she widened her eyes in shock.“What happened?” Abby asked.
‘I shall pour from your cup on mine, drinking all the impurities, leaving only what’s truly yours, I shall pour from your cup on mine, drinking all the impurities, leaving only what’s truly yours, I shall pour from your cup on mine, drinking all the impurities, leaving only what’s truly yours...’ Mathew repeated in his mind like a mantra, while Uriel screamed and grabbed onto him as though she was dying the most painful death. On her skin, strange marks started to show up, like sigils and other indecipherable glyphs, ancient language as if tattooed on her. Mathew’s finger on Uriel’s forehead seemed to be effortfully sucking the markings on her skin, Uriel screaming as the strange tattoos looked like clawing onto her skin, unwilling to go down without a fight. “Come on Uri, hang in there...” Mathew told her, but s
Metatron and Michael stood in their post on the highest layer of Eden. Where the scribe’s servant, the strongest archangel to ever be created, was reciting a monotone chant in order to complete the requisites for Metatron’s greatest scheme.The scribe of God looked at his most loyal servant, wondering and staring into time, when something alarmed him for a moment, making his essence pulse like a heartbeat.‘Why do I have to get my hands dirty again this time around...?’ He thought to himself, focusing his will in materialising his celestial blade, the Page of Truth.It was a breathtakingly beautiful sword, known to have never been used before. Its blade was carved with countless lines in the language of the Mallakins, and some would say that the carvings were just the same as the writings in