Your white dress billowed as your steps fell onto cushions of air, allowing you to leisurely waltz through the night sky. As you descended on a crowded city, you frowned at the urban sprawl that lay beneath you, the smog and litter marring the land. You remembered when this spot used to be just a pleasant valley.
You willed yourself to drop faster, shooting down towards the streets, wind whistled past you as you plummeted. With only a few feet to be spared, your decent slowed and you landed lightly on the wet asphalt. You grimaced, lifting up one bare foot in discomfort.
The slight glow that your skin gave off gave some illumination to your surroundings. You had landed in the middle of an abandoned street, trash danced in the wind and pollution permeated the air. You shook your head, ridiculous humans didn't know all the damage they were doing until it was too late.
You looked down at your flowing sheer dress and shivered, a tunic might have been a bit out of date. You glanced at you hand with a deadpan stare, and the whole immortal glow might be a little conspicuous too.
Reaching up, you pulled the glowing golden circlet from around your head and slipped it around your wrist. It flashed once with a blinding light before shrinking to the size of a bracelet. You looked down with a satisfied smile. Your dress had changed into a pair of white wash jeans and gold trimmed white jacket with a white camisole beneath. Your skin had also lost its golden glow, now you just looked like a normal woman who really like white.
Satisfied that you didn't look like you just came from a toga party, you focused on the task at hand. There was a demon problem in this city, terrorizing various chapels, synagogues and innocent people. These people deserved more than an early death at the hands of a terrible creature of Hell, and as an angel of fortitude you would hunt down the beasts.
You tilted your head back, inhaling deeply, your inhuman senses flooded with the smell of the city and you crinkled your nose. The whole city was rank with demons, the closest was up wind, to the west.
You took off with a speed to match the winds, the air bent to your will, allowing you to fly just above the cement as you weaved trough the streets. Following your nose, you skidded to a halt, floating down to let your feet rest on solid ground. You advanced carefully on the mouth off a dark street, the rancid smell of demons wafted by you. Peeking around the side of a building you caught sight of a reptilian form stooped over something on the ground, you saw a pool of blood seeping from whatever was lying on the concrete.
Body tensed, you gripped your halo that was around your wrist. With a soft glow it molded silently into a masterfully crafted ivory bow, golden accents curving with the beautiful design. Notching an arrow from the quiver on your waist, you wasted no time, letting it whistle through the air to bury deep into the demons back, golden lightning crackled over its skin from the point of contact. The purity and holiness of your arrow burnt the demon to the very core, with a wail of agony it crumpled into a pile of ash.
You lowered you bow, at least it was a weak demon. You quickly strode over to what the creature had been hunched over. Your fears confirmed, it was too late, a woman lay in a bloody puddle, slash marks clear across her stomach and innards spilling from the wounds.
Kneeling, you closed her glassy eyes, with regret. "I'm so sorry." You whispered to her corpse. "May you journey to heaven be an easy one."
Your head snapped up at the sound of a sniffle, you peered through the dark to see a small form huddled in a corner, half behind a dumpster.
You took slow steps forward to find a little girl curled into a ball, cheeks wet and eyes unfocused. Her entire form trembled violently with a white knuckled grip on her little blue dress. "Mommy…" she muttered to herself.
Your heart broke at the sight.
You knelt down and pulled her into your embrace, at your kind gesture she broke down, sorrowful wails echoing into the night. You pulled back with guilty eyes, placing a finger to her forehead you said more to yourself than to her, "A child should never have to experience this. Let these memories be banished from your mind."
With a yellow shine, the little girl's eyes glazed over as you wiped away the details of this horror from her mind, bearing them in your own along with a million other that you took upon yourself. Sleeping was never an easy thing, to say the least.
Your eyes narrowed as you looked over your shoulder to see another group of demons snarling and howling as they drew closer. You placed a kiss to the little girl's forehead before rising to turn towards the approaching monsters. You notched a golden arrow and leveled it at the head of a demon. "Get back to the pits of Hell where you belong."
Your voice was lethal as you let the arrow fly, but these demons were more powerful. The monster wailed in pain, but pulled the arrow from its forehead without a problem. Its crimson eyes narrowed at you and with a screech of a battle cry, it launched at you.
Grabbing the little girl's wrist, you leapt out of the way, pulling her with you as the thing's scythe planted itself into the asphalt where you once were. You ushered her farther back into the alley before turning to face the devils before you. Seven pairs of glowing eyes glowered at you, snarls and growls filling the narrow walls of the alley.
You notched two arrows at the same time, setting your sights, you shot them into the chest of one of the approaching monsters. You heartbeat quickened with anticipation, it wasn't very angel-like, but you enjoyed battle. You never did quite fit in with all the other angels, but it didn't really matter, you had a job and you were good at it.
Two more arrows and one of the demons was down. They slashed down half of your arrows with their rusted scythes, but for everyone they caught, one got through. You were able to keep them at bay, side stepping attacks that got close and driving them back with your arrows. Ducking, you scowled as a blade whistled over your head and sliced the ends of your hair. At this rate they would have you tired out before you could take them all down with arrows, and every passing second your scent spread to attract more demons. You needed a new approach.
With a vicious grin you twirled your bow and with a flash it melted into a double edged broad sword. A demon launched at you and with a lunge you sliced through him, grinning at how it was like cutting butter.
"Return to your lake of fire." You sneered down at the ash pile of a demon.
Another lunged at you, catching your blade on his and holding you. You raised you foot to kick it away only to stop at the sight of a monster leaping over you with a gleeful howl and bounding towards the quivering girl in the corner.
You yanked at your blade, but the demon held it firmly under his serrated scythe, a clawed hand gripped your sword despite it burning his flesh. The grin he wore was enough to know that he knew what he was doing.
Without thinking, you abandoned your blade and took off towards the little girl, the demon raising his scythe to swing down. Using all your strength, the winds pushed you at break-neck speed towards the two. With a shout you got there just in time to shield the girl.
Your breath stopped as the rusty, serrated scythe cleaved into your back, the tip just barely peeking out of the front of your chest. You looked down with wide eyes to see the blood blossoming across you white clothing in striking contrast. You took a ragged breath only to cough out blood. The pain hit you like a freight train; every twitch sent a nerve to brush against the blade embedded deep into your back. White hot pain coursed though your body, wiping everything from you mind, making the world come to a crawl. Your body tried to black out from the pain, while you angelic side kept you awake through the anguish, trying to heal around the blade only to cut itself again.
Agonizingly you reached an arm around to grip the wickedly sharp blade, metal cutting through your skin as you tightened your grip. Gritting your teeth, with a hard yank the blade came free from your rib cage. You let out a cry of agony, letting the bloody blade clatter to the concrete. You gripped your chest, feeling the skin sew itself back together and you organs slowly repair themselves. With ragged breathes you slowly rose to your feet, still unsteady.
Your body was still on fire, despite the blade lying on the ground. With a cough, more blood splattered onto the concrete, the fire in your chest was slowly spreading, the pain making your mind fuzz. It was a cursed blade, just the touch of it seared your skin, being impaled with one was not good.
You concentrated enough to focus on your blade, laying between the feet of two demons. The four demons stared you down, licking their chops as if they knew you were fading. The little girl wailed and you knew that you had no choice, as dismal as it may be, you had to fight. You couldn't let this girl die such a horrible death.
In a last ditch effort you shot at you blade, able to side step the first two demons in your way, but just as you fingers curled around the hilt of your holy sword, a scythe slashed across your side. More pain blossomed as your blood sprayed across the ground and you felt the curse of the blade searing your open wound. You caught your staggering steps and, with a fierce battle cry, cleaved through the demon that had injured you.
You turned to the others as their comrade burst into ash. You took a step towards them before you body failed you, crumpling to the ground, you head smacking into the asphalt.
In a rasping whisper you peered past the beasts to the scared eyes of the human girl and said, "I'm so…sorry."
You steeled yourself as a demon raised his scythe above his head, a twisted grin on its ghoulish features. Oh well, you had lived for so very long, maybe it was time for you to move on to whatever there was after heaven. Prepared for death, you gave the thing one last glare and parting words. "Go fuck yourself."
Not what one would expect an angel's dying words to be.
But the blow never came, through you fuzzy mind you saw flashes of red, blue and silver. Loud shots rang in your ears as you tried to keep a hold on your consciousness. You heard two voices, distinctly male, and black licked at your vision.
"Is she alive?"
"It seems so."
And everything faded away.