Authors Note: Enter at your own risk. I like to write dark stories and if you are offended by pain coming to any of your favorite characters (especially the daughters), you should turn back now. This story is rated PG 13 now but may be rated R in later chapters. Thank you!
The last remaining daughter shrieked in agony as the impact of power sent her flying into a nearby building, jagged brick slicing into her skin. Groaning in pain, but determined not to show tears, once again she rose to her feet. Losing her balance, she fell back against the building, brick thorns clawing at her arms. She took a moment to look to the heavens, expecting a glow of eternal, white light, but nocomfort was there. No ivory accomplice to shield her in her time of need. It was one of the three nights when her courage fled her and her enemies stood strong. She continued to stare as ominous clouds ruled over tar black skies and shards of stinging rain scathed her already blood stained face.
"You'd do well to surrender, Goddess". She looked up to see Tymmie walking towards her, a merciless snarl enveloping his features. "Do you want to end up like your sisters?"
She gave a pained gasp, unable to transfix her attentions to the three fallen daughters spread out over the blood soaked concrete, their moon charms smashed to bits. Catty had been the first to go, incapable of defeating such a high concentration of the Atrox's energy. Divided they fell, beginning with Vanessa and finally ending with Jimena who had probably fought the hardest. Now there was only one daughter left. One sole vigilante, soon to perish if not to serve a darker fate. Trembling, Serena pushed herself from the building, wincing as the brick pulled from her skin, producing fresh, new cuts. Sure that she was too weak to fight them in mind to mind combat, she commenced to her only available option.
"Alma mater dirige nos". She clasped her hands together and began a chant to her mother for protection, despite the building chaos of snickers and chuckles arising in her audience. The only comfort she received, however, was an imminent crackle, much too advanced for her initiate opponents and then a quick lash of energy that whipped through the atmosphere and nearly knocked her off of her feet. Stunned, she straightened her stance, hesitant to make a move.
The mass of Followers all smirked at her malevolently, expecting her to retaliate. She cocked an eyebrow with the little energy that remained in her person. Where had they all come from?
"We're waiting".
"Try it, Goddess"
"Aut vincere aut mori dirige nos"
Conquer or die.
Serena struggled to step forward, but only collapsed to her knees, too fatigued to go on. Soaked, red tresses hung over her eyes, crimson curtains of death.
It's over, she thought to herself, a small, yet strangely insane giggle escaping her lips. Exit right. Stage left.
"Good girl". She stared as Tymmie bent down beside her to remove the drenched hair from her face and with his touch, her eyes burned with an emerald flame. If she couldn't destroy their army and avenge her lifeless sisters, the least she could do was take one of them out. After all, she was going to die anyway. Taking a black pocket knife from her jeans, as discreetly as she could manage, she bowed her head a little, a false indication that she had given up. Then, taking it firmly in hand, she jammed the blade into his back. She looked up to see a confused look in his eyes and finally an agonizing pain.
"Shit!" He roared streaming out an equally offensive string of curse words. Then, as if summoned, they all gathered around her, murder in their eyes. She cursed to herself as a rejuvenated Tymmie made his way back through the crowd. How could she ever forget that they were immortal? Gradually they all hovered down on her, and determined not to scream, she let them. For there was not much else she could do.
"Wait!" A voice traveled through the crowd.
Stanton? She thought, sure that he had come to rescue her, but apparently she was wrong. Another boy raced through the crowd, dark hair bouncing behind him. She hadn't seen Stanton during the entire day and it had finally occurred to her that they had plotted behind his back. After all, he wouldn't abandon her. Would he? Suddenly a glint of recognition formed in her eyes.
"Ethan!" She spat out the cursed name of the boy who had attempted to seduce the former daughter, Tianna, months before. Well, he wasn't a boy exactly. Ethan had actually been the force that the daughters had been fighting all along.Ethan was theAtrox.
Regaining some of her strength, she stood to face him without hesistation
"Hold her", he whispered, a hiss as ancient as the cobra's. He smiled a smile to vanquish even the darkest evil and to charm Lucifer himself.
Serena moaned a little as several bolts of energy sent her staggering back. She watched as the moon charm slipped from her neck and hit the ground, fragments of silver shards shattering at her feet. She gawked in horror as they marred into the muddy, blood infested ground. Then like a door slamming on the light of opportunity, her soul caved in, leaving no hope or joy to shine upon. The last angel had fallen, opening a gateway to an era in which existed only night and darkness stalked and preyed upon the living world.