Cassandra was dressed in a black dress with gold trim as decoration. She had on black gloves with black lace tassels coming off them. She smoked a cigarette in a black extension; her hair was blond with a black headband that had been popular from 1919 on. She had a champagne glass in the other, and everyone was celebrating New Year’s. Her husband had left to have an affair; she had caught him in the middle of him having his way with a college student. She left and was with a man who looked out of place. He was dressed very luxuriously. He even looked like he was staring at her. The man stood six feet, two inches; he was muscular, and the tuxedo seemed to show it too. He had on his left hip a sword of some kind. It was black and about forty inches long. She guessed that he was for show. So she went over to him. He held two champagne glasses in his hand.
"Well, it looks like someone is in need of a kiss tonight”. He said.
“You’ll do”. Cassandra said to herself. She walked over, and they talked and went on through the night.
"Oh, really, and what is this I’m going to be a part of”? Alex said.
"Well, my husband is currently having an affair”. Cassandra said, “Would you be willing to maybe show me a good time”.
“Mmm, I usually don't, but given that your husband is currently working under me, why not”. Alex replied.
"Well, then why don’t you follow me”. Cassandra said.
They went back to her husband's house; the two-story mansion was located in the woods of New Orleans. The tall White House was dark; the place had new furniture and boxes everywhere. They kept kissing and taking off clothes, and when they reached the couch, he held her hips up, positioned his cock, and penetrated her. She moaned in pleasure. He looked her in the eyes and began to kiss her. He would thrust inside of her every second and a half, and with his hands, he placed his right hand on her left breast. He pinched her nipples that stood erect; his left hand was on the small of her back, letting her so her hips could be perfectly positioned for his cock that was now going faster and deeper. Her cunt was becoming swollen and tightening up. They both felt the intense feeling and came at the same time. They lay in bed for twenty minutes, and he sat on the edge of the bed and began to dress himself.
“So you just leave when you just came”. Cassandra asked.
"Well, it’s almost two o’clock, so I imagine your husband might be back”. He replied.
She sat up as the headlights shone through the windows. They reflected off the mirror and were illuminating the room, then darkness. Alex quickly got dressed and needed to put on his shoes. He heard the door slam open and a booming voice.
“Where are you, mother fucker? You too, bitch”. Her husband shouted.
"Yeah, I think it might be time for me to go”. Alex said.
When the husband came home, he saw the car and stormed through the front door. He went to the closet down the stairs, pulled out a shotgun, and loaded the shotgun. The clicking of shells being loaded in the barrel was sounding from the walls of the living room. The slide action was audible through the hallway, and then an explosion of the shot caused a huge hole in the door.
“Quickly get dressed and go out the window”. Cassandra said.
"Well, you know, we are on the second floor”. Alex said.
"Yeah, sorry, just bend your knees when you land”. Cassandra replied.
Her husband kicked the door in, and the loud boom of the door hitting the wall echoed through the room. He only saw Cassandra; she was lying in bed with a white blanket covering her, and sweat was beading on her forehead. The hot New Orleans heat was mildly visible; he heard the loud engine of a Buick VI driving off in the distance. He looked at his wife; he had an angry yet surprised expression. He raised the shotgun up, leveled it, and then pulled the trigger. Brain matter, blood, and skull fragments covered the wall, the bed, and the window. She fell over with half her face missing. He went to the bed, looked at his dead wife, looked at the empty space, and sat down. He put one heel on his right foot, took the shotgun, sat the butt on the floor, and then put the barrel in his mouth, pointed at an upward angle. He then inserted the heel into the trigger guard and kicked the trigger. Metal BBs flew upward through the barrel and out into his mouth. Hot, sizzling metal BBs made contact with the soft flesh and ripped through it all like paper. The ceiling was painted with the man’s own brains and blood. His body fell back without a head, and the mattress made a soft, slushy sound. The mattress was now soaked through with blood.
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Seraphina led her group through the castle. She had heard Dina say through her telepathic abilities, Help anyone. I’m in the southern section of the castle. She needed help. The five of them jumped from the nearest window, then flew in the direction of where Dina had last sent her telepathic message. They fell from one of the tallest towers, all five angels holding in their wings, their arms to their sides, and their legs together. They fell for thirty seconds, arched their backs up, and spread their wings out to give them the lift they needed to level out and fly across the hellish sky.
“Hurry, Zahariel, take Hesediel and continue searching; you know where to meet up”. Seraphina said, “While Kasiel and Alex distract Asmodeus, you two continue, and we will rescue Dina, got it”?
“Yes, sister”. Said Zahariel. The pair split and flew in different directions.
"Well, Seth, you’re with me”. Seraphina said, “Remember what Master Grimidiel always says: trust in the Lord and your training”.
"Yes, sister, it’s just that back there, that was the first time I really fought a demon”. Seth said.
"Yes, I remember my first tussle with the wicked”. Seraphina added, “But remember, don’t let fear and temptation get the better of you; it will..."
"Will you lead me to the dark side”. Seth jokingly said, “I think I heard this one before, but I’ll never forget it”.
“Enough talk, let’s go”. Seraphina shouted.
They flew faster and found the building. They had sensed their sister; the building was right in front of her, and with all her might, she used her shoulders and angelic strength to smash the top section of the wall and bust through. Debris rained to the ground, and two figures were in the center of the building; one was lying in a pool of holy blood, and the second figure was a female soul dressed in dominatrix clothing. She held the handle of the whip in her left hand and the rest of the whip in the other. She pulled it taut and held her right heeled foot on Dina's face. The female figure bent over Dina and used the whip to strangle the angel. Dina’s eyes were red; they looked up as she was turning purple. The shadow of a six-winged angel appeared right on top of them. Her faint signature was dimming fast. Seraphina also sensed two more, one faint but steady, and the other was Elyon. She opened her eyes and saw Dina lying on the ground, bloody; her wings were broken, and her feathers were missing. Blood was pooling around her; the once silver armor was red in angelic blood. She landed right next to the demon and Dina. She took the scimitar out and cut the whip. Dina’s body fell to the floor, and a thud was heard echoing off the walls.
"Hahaha!" Cassandra’s laughter was ringing out. “Poor Birdie was too delicate for me; can you last longer”.
“You foul demon, your soul is beyond redemption, but it is not up to me”. Seraphina screamed while she launched herself at the femme fatale opponent in front of her.
Cassandra had grabbed on to Seraphina’s arms and brought her close to her. They both spun in a circle for two full turns.
"Oh, how sweet! The delectable beauty of a seraphim is said to be beyond beautiful”. Cassandra said it lustfully in Seraphina’s right ear.
Cassandra then took the momentum and threw Seraphina foreword. They circled each other as they spoke. Looking at each other and not taking their eyes off one another. Seraphina flew up in the sky, and at her apex, she went into a nose dive with wings tucked in her scimitar out in front. Cassandra had cast metallic threads from her palm; they attached themselves in a web-like construction.
Seraphina’s scimitar could be heard hitting and slashing the metal web-like strands. The blade cut through each thread, the recoil snapped back, and it destroyed small chunks of wall paintings and demonic artifacts. Her sword made contact with Cassandra’s right shoulder. Her semi-caporal body spewed green and red blood—a large slash from her left shoulder down her right breast. The flesh that was her arm hung there like a ragged doll's arm. Once Seraphina pulled her sword out, the flesh began to repair itself. Her demonic powers were gaining strength—not enough to overpower a seraphim but enough to keep her on her toes.
Cassandra looked at her shoulder and back at Seraphim. An angry and savage woman was now standing there with her eyes whitely lit. She concentrated, and with one big surge of demonic energy, she threw it at Dina.
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Seraphina used her thigh muscles combined with her six wings to go from standing twenty feet from her sister to five feet in five seconds flat. She used the blunted side of the blade and batted the energy beam away. The minute it made contact, the electrical discharge produced conductivity through the blade. The angel's muscles spasmed, and she fell to the ground. The ball was batted five hundred feet away, and once it landed, the explosion caused a section of the wall to collapse and explode. Debris exploded in every direction.
From the smoke and debris cloud, a male figure stood behind Cassandra. He extended his arms wide, then immediately closed them around the soul that was in the beginning stages of becoming a demon. He held her tightly with the grip of two steel vices, grasping tightly around a steel pipe. His robes were splattered with red, glowing blood and ripped and torn in places. His hood had been down, and Elyon shouted to Seraphina.
“Sis, hurry, knock her out; I can’t hold her much longer”. Elyon shouted.
“Right, hold the miscreant in place”. Seraphina replied, “This is for my sister”.
She took the blunted side of the blade and struck the soul across the face, and her body went limp. Elyon dropped her, and he fell too. The only two angels that stood were Seraphina and Seth; he held Azariel, who was unconscious and was also bloody. Seth had done all he could to help his brother, and now he stood over Dina, looking over her wounds and healing those that needed the most treatment and which were superficial. He didn’t take long, and he went to Elyon to do the same.
“Sister, Dina is healed from any life-threatening injuries, as are Elyon and Azariel”. Seth said, “Let me heal you too”.
"No, I’m good; just tie the subordinate up and let’s go”. Seraphina said, “I feel the battle with Asmodeus is almost finished”.
In that instance, Cassandra used a huge, savage attack. She had regained consciousness after she heard Seraphina speak to Seth, and Seth was tying her up. She built up demonic energy from around Hell itself, and now she unleashed an assault on them.
“Watch out, Seth”. Seraphim shouted.
"Yes, watch out for her. I come birdies”. Cassandra laughed as she said, “I’m going to enjoy watching you run and suffer”.
Dina used all the energy in her body and stood up and threw herself at the now-imposing demonic woman in hell. She used her war hammer, and with a full-strength blow to her gut, she sent Cassandra flying to the broken wall, which took another impact. More of the wall collapsed, causing part of the ceiling to crumple.
Cassandra stood up from the attack, and brick and wood failed her. Her right shoulder had been healed; she let her left hand drop, the whip uncoiled. Seraphina was unaware of the whip’s existence. The leather rope began to slither on the floor, completely unbeknownst to the angels. The whip began to crawl towards Seraphina’s left leg. The moment the whip had wrapped around her ankle and midway to her calf, it tightened around the leg, and Cassandra wanked the whip up, causing her to slam her back straight on the floor.
“What did you do”? She managed to say.
"Oh, did you think I was playing fair”. Cassandra said, laughing.
“Seraphina, I’ve got this; come on, you sexy-looking human soul”. Said Elyon.
"Oh, what a sweet talker”. Replied Cassandra.
He yelled and pointed at her with his right blade, jumped in the air, used his wing’s to flap once, and tucked them with his left arm, bringing the blade down on her. In the same instant, Seraphina came from behind, spinning in the air, using her six wings to extend them, grabbing Cassandra with a vice grip, while Elyon came in, spinning the blunt end, knocking the soul out.
“Guess I win”. Elyon said.
"Yeah, with my help”. Said Seraphina.
“And using my move from before”. Elyon teased.
"Hey, if it works, why change a good plan”. Seraphina’s said back.
“Can some please heal again? I think I pulled something, and now I see Peter's gates again”. Said Dina.
"Yeah, I’m coming; hold your horses”. Said Seth, “So tell me where it hurts”.
“Hahaha, very funny. Just heal him”. Dina said it sourly.
“I hope Alex and the others are doing okay." I asked Elyon, turning to the section of the wall that was exposed to the outside. He could see the tower that had exploded; rubble now rained down, landing in the courtyard.
“Let’s heal everyone and tie her up”. Said Seraphina, "Ok, Dina, let’s get you healed”.
Seth carried Dina, and Elyon carried Azariel while they tied Cassandra with her whip. The group walked through the tall hallways and large rooms around this megastructure of a castle. The building was mostly dark, with many hellish creatures living within its walls—creatures too small to make any impact on five angels. So all they did was watch, eyes with red irises, sometimes yellow, white, and even blue. But that’s what they mostly did. Never once did they get a chance when they were going up the stairs. They remained just out of reach.
“Do you ever get the feeling of something watching you”? Asked Elyon.
"Funny, I almost forgot to laugh”. Seraphina said it mockingly while keeping an eye on them.
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"Hahaha, so that attack didn’t get you". Said Asmodeus.
“Enough lustful tramp”. Kasiel said it firmly.
“Be care…” Alex began but was silenced by Virgil.
“I can hear your noise.". Said Kasiel. Jerking his head to the opposite side of where his head was.
Rubble, smoke, and dust were obscuring everyone’s field of view. Kasiel held his broadsword up in a fighting position. His colorless eyes were open; his eyes have since gone. Listen to her footsteps. He jerked his head this way and that. The faint footsteps echoed on the stone floor and disappeared, but he could still hear her body cutting through the air. When she was close enough, he turned his body a quarter turn, brought the sword to bear, and cut his right arm off. The bony arm went sailing out of the window and out of sight. To Alex and the rest, what they saw was Kasiel meeting an invisible object with violet blood and white bone arms flying across the room. Her body materialized, and she was holding a bloody stump. An angry glare that could kill her opponent flashed across her face, but Kasiel was blind and just smirked.
“Lucky shot, old man, I can still fight”. She hissed, "Mmm, this does taste good”.
“Luck has nothing to do with it when you have the power of the holy one,” Kasiel said, looking slightly at Alex.
“He is on his knees, and his kingdom's sons will be under Lucifer’s control”. Asmodeus said.
As she jumped several feet back, blood dripped as she went. She took the torch that sat in the cradle on the wall. She then scorched the limp, and the smell of rotten, burnt flesh wafted through the air. Everyone cringes and turns their faces. She then dropped the torch, disappeared again, and leaped into action. Kasiel once dropped to a defensive position and listened to her footsteps. Small taps echoed off the walls once again, and Asmodeus quickly moved through the air. She grabbed one of her protruding bones, and a razor-sharp blade came from the spot. She used the thirteen-inch blade to make small cuts and wounds in Kasiel.
“Here I come, little blind angel”. She said as her voice echoed off the walls, “I could be right behind you or in front of you”.
“Enough talk and attack, or are you afraid of my strength”. Kasiel said as he waited.
The first laceration was made on his right back side. The blade sliced like butter, the skin split, and blood dripped out. She used the wall in front of her and her legs to spring back to the opposite wall. She was visible for a split second, then disappeared. She bounced off another wall and came back at him at blinding speeds. She made three cuts, one in the inner thigh on his right forearm and right index finger.
“And here I thought you would be stronger than this”. Her voice is still echoing in the room.
“Those were lucky shots”. Kasiel said as he fell to his knees when she cut his thigh.
He used the sword to pull himself up. Standing up, he stripped to nothing, and the little hairs on his body began to stand and wave. He held a tight grip on the broad sword with both hands and concentrated on the air currents. In Kasiel’s mind, he could see the current fight. The air currents were deep purple. He saw her outline from these currents that kept hitting the edges of her body. The color that they emitted was a red hue. The little, fine hairs on his body are what allowed him to see the image. They filtered the situation and acted like a pair of eyes. It was a technique he had refined through the centuries of serving I AM.
“We will see little birdie." Replied the demon.
Asmodeus saw that the blind angel had taken his robes off. He held the sword out and was staring directly at her. She, in turn, bounced from the corner in the opposite direction and used her speed to attack directly head-on. She held the blade in her hand and pointed it out to her opponent.
“Ready or not, here I come, my sweet little angel." Asmodeus said wickedly, “I love to slice and dice and make love to the holy angel that once was pure”.
Kasiel prepared himself for the assault she had started. He brought the blade back with his right foot, pointing forty-five degrees; his left foot was in front, pointing straight to her. He balanced his weight and waited for her to get close.
"An almost blinded bird that was really close”. Asmodeus said. “Checkmate, blind birdie”.
She was about five feet away when he brought the sword forward, like if he were swinging a baseball bat. When the blade came two inches from her face, she used her demonic vocal cords to deafen his ears.
“Ahhhhh” Kasiel screamed out, “My ears, my ears”.
This caused Kasiel to drop the sword and hold his ears; he had left himself open to an attack. She used one knife and sent it flying towards the angel. It landed in between his ribs. He fell forward and collapsed. He was still conscious but was now bleeding holy blood on the ground. Asmodeus saw the blood and his body on the floor and extended her legs to catch the ground. She then used a huge explosion and went to the fallen angel to try to finish him off.
“And now for my finishing move”. Asmodeus said, “I really did enjoy this game; too bad you couldn’t last”.
“No, but I can”. Alex said it casually.
Alex used the scabbard of his katana to knock the hell out of the demon. She went flying towards the wall, causing it to explode and bringing more debris down to the courtyard. Alex walked over to the blind angel. He checked on his condition and had two other angels carry him away. They brought Kasiel to Arella, who healed any serious injuries he might have sustained. Once they had taken him back and off the battle field, Alex unsheathed the blade and threw the scabbard to Virgil, who caught it with his left hand.
"Well, now who’s not playing fair”? Said the demon, "I love a man who can take charge”.
“That was not for your pleasure; that was for me”. Alex replied, “Your talking is now getting on my nerves”.
“Thanks, Sir”. Kasiel told Alex, “I’m in your debut”.
“That’s not important; now heal”. Alex said.
"Alex, remember what God said”. Virgil shouted at Alex.
"Yeah, yeah, I know only ten percent”. Alex replied, “She just really posed me off”.
Alex stood in the classic samurai pose and waited for the demon to come at him. He relaxed his entire body and felt the godly surge of power flood his blood system. The rush was euphoric every time. When she saw him, she launched herself at him full force.
“Your movements are really slow”. Alex said, "Here, I thought you were going to be a problem”.
“Funny jokes; I will have fun with you”. Asmodeus replied back.
Alex brought the sword to bear with one massive swing. The sword cut the empty air using the molecules as a dead blade themselves; everything that was in front of Alex and the direction the blade had cut was cut in half. This meant that the demon was unaware that she had been killed.
“You missed and to..." She trailed off.
When Alex walked over to Virgil, he sheathed the bade, and with a click, it displaced the air molecules that had once been there, causing them to trigger a cascading effect. The building's far-side wall exploded, sending debris everywhere. The entire room where they had been was now exposed to the night sky of the second circle of hell.
Asmodeus’s body was still standing, and a thin red vertical line appeared from the top of her left shoulder to the bottom of her right hip. The two halves of the demon began to become more apparent, and eventually both fell forward to be entrapped in the blade.
“Like I said, I wasn’t holding back; unfortunately, I don’t think my body could handle the sudden rush of adrenaline and energy”. Alex said.
“That’s way more impressive than I thought”. Virgil said, “Are you sure you used ten percent”?
“Of course I did; I would never use more than that”. Alex retorted.
When the dust settled and the room was clear, the once-torn souls began to cry and run in the liberation of their savior. collapsed. He had caught himself using his full strength; it was only when an image of God popped into his mind. He managed to drop his strength to nine percent. It was enough to finish the once-powerful demon, who was now trapped in the blade. In the midst of the battle, Alex, without notice, fell into unconsciousness.
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A bright world hung suspended in darkness, and two moons orbited the world. The bigger red moon was orbiting slightly faster than the smaller blue one. Alex stood twenty feet taller relative to the earth-sized planet. On a self-created platform resembling an ancient Roman rostra. Alex had created one from his thoughts.
“So you still live? Let me make this more clear: you will wave this planet be”. Alex shouted. His white robes blew from the unnoticed gesture, and his katana was behind him in an attack position.
“Bring it on, show me your power, and I’ll show you true power”. The behemoth roared back.
The planet shook, and the moons began to move closely to the planet, almost overlapping each other’s atmosphere. In his old universe, this would be impossible; here, he made them up. He let the three bodies rest like that, and they began to orbit one another at different speeds, only to ever truly overlap once in two hundred years. When all three bodies join as one vast creature, mass migrations happen. He jumped towards the massive creature. The blade had been blank except for the first image of him fighting the creature the first time. He managed to jump towards the behemoth monster, land on the thing, drive the blade into its eye, and slash the thing again. He was knocked off the creature, and his blade began to activate, and he was unconscious once more.