Chapter 3: Angel's Fury

A week had passed since Chandra had been found in the mountains, and in that time, she had grown to feel at home with Jason and Syllia. They shared stories with her, and her with them. She learned about a young walker named Moira Khan who had been here a few months ago, about a race of beasts that couldn't be stopped as they rampaged through the local crops until Jason discovered that they were mesmerized by fire, and about things from Jason's home plane. He introduced her to his favorite kind of music, which he called country. She got to listen to songs with names like The Devil Went Down To Georgia, God's Country, and How Country Feels. And to top it all off, she found herself enjoying them. The songs, the stories, the general company. She hadn't felt this at home even with the Gatewatch, and she was beginning to debate not returning.

Her condition had improved enough, and Syllia had said that it was okay for her to go into town. She and Jason walked down to the small village, remaining relatively silent most of the way. His breathing seemed to be quick, and Chandra wasn't sure if he just wasn't used to the walk, but given how long he said he had lived here, she decided it was probably something else, but she didn't want to pressure him on what it was. Of course, the young woman started getting bored and just had to break the silence. "What's the town like?" Jason shrugged.

"It's not much. Just a small settlement. Wood houses, an open-air market, a town square with a fountain that's always frozen, a blacksmith's shop, several farms on the outskirts, and I think the church is still up, but the blizzard last year caused it to take some serious structural damage, and it's been close to collapsing ever since. I think it might have been on its last leg a couple of months ago. If it's still standing, then that thing's been blessed or something." Chandra laughed, but the laughter quickly died down as they rounded the corner. There were several plumes of smoke coming up over the horizon.

"That wouldn't happen to be the blacksmith's shop by any chance?" Jason shook his head, and they both broke into a dead run down the trail, reaching the town in record time. When they arrived, the first thing they encountered was a mass amount of crops burning. Not sure of what had caused it, they continued into the village, and were greeted with a theater of horrors. Everything was on fire, people ran around screaming, and only stopped when something came down and slaughtered them. Chandra's hands clamped over her mouth in terror. Jason quickly brandished a small blade the he kept on his hip and ran into the fray. Not knowing what else to do, Chandra followed.


Eve didn't mind the death. She had seen enough of it. She didn't care that she was a righteous figure taking a life, for these people were impure. What annoyed her the most was the people who attempted to fight back. These people truly believed they could challenge someone as powerful as her, and she was glad to prove them wrong. Today alone, she had lost count of how many swords and pitchforks she had shattered, each one's wielder being killed moments after. She did not laugh at their deaths like the mad angels of Innistrad, nor did she mourn them. She was simply annoyed that they believed they could challenge a higher power. What she hadn't been expecting was for one of the humans of this world to coat her in flames. She turned around and saw a man standing below her, eyes aglow, hair ablaze, and fire pouring out of his hands and right towards her. "Pathetic," was all she said as she hit him square in the chest with a beam of divine light, sending him sprawling on his back. A young woman ran over to him, but Eve paid the pair no regard. This was a mistake, as the young woman roared in rage and and launched multiple balls of fire at her wings. Had she not had a brief lapse of vigilance, the blows wouldn't have affected her. But as it was, she felt flesh and feathers burn, and she fell to the ground.


It wasn't the fact that Jason had been hit, though, that did fuel her rage even more. It wasn't the fact that the angel attacked without warning or even that she didn't seem to have been provoked. It was the fact that she killed with no emotion, as if this place was just a means to an end, and Chandra wouldn't have that. She blasted the angel, and was satisfied as she fell to the ground with an audible thump. With the angel down, she turned her attention back to Jason. He was groaning and attempting to sit up. "No, let me help," she said. "That was a pretty bad blow."

"I've had worse," he grunted as he brushed bits of dirt and rocks off of himself. "I don't think we're getting those vegetables we needed," he chuckled to himself. Chandra gave him a wary smile.

"Let's just get you back home so Syllia can patch you up." She lifted him up and put his arm over her shoulders to help support him, and had her hopes dashed when she heard the angel cackling.

"I'll remember this, little one. I'll remember how you defaced a divine being, you and your impure magic." Jason turned to look back at the angel.

"Yeah, up yours too," he shouted as he pointed to the sky with his middle finger. He limped out of the village with Chandra supporting him, neither one noticing the white light growing in intensity behind them.


Syllia groaned as Chandra and Jason busted through the door. "Would it kill you to knock? Or at least leave the hinges in tact? And what happened to getting the vegetables!"

"Well, unless you enjoy charcoal stew, we weren't getting anything," Chandra shot back. "Besides, Jason's injured." Syllia's hands flew up to cover her gaping mouth when she saw the state her friend was in.

"What happened?" she asked quietly.

"He was impure," someone said from the door. "And I had to rid the world of him." An angel walked in, the same angel Chandra had blasted down in the village, only now her wings were back to normal, as if she had never been attacked. The redhead's hands started glowing and embers traced around them.

"Who the hells are you?" she said, her voice laced with venom and fury.

"I am Eve, the greatest of all creation. I am the one to judge what is impure, and the multiverse has plenty of impurity to offer." Eve brandished a sword. It was a short blade, only two feet long and an inch in width, but it glowed with holy light. She slashed at Chandra, who dove on to the table to get out of the way, destroying the piece of furniture in the process. She looked back in terror to see an arc of light passing right through where she had been standing. The angel readied her blade to strike Jason, who was laid out on a cot that Syllia had set up, but was stopped by the young elf shoving a knife between her shoulder blades. "I believed you could have been pure, little one. It appears that even divinity can be incorrect from time to time." She slammed the her blade into the ground, Syllia leaping out of the way in the nick of time. She stood up and stepped back into a blue-green shimmer as she disappeared.

Chandra had run over to Jason while Eve was distracted. "We need to go," she urged.

"Go where?" Jason asked.

"A different plane. We can't stay here. Syllia just left." Jason reached up and grabbed the music device from the workbench.

"Alright, how about Kaladesh. I'd like to finally see it."

"Kaladesh, sure. Let's go." Eve had turned her attention back on them and was preparing to strike. The two pyromancers clasped their hands together and planeswalked away in a fiery blaze, leaving the angel alone in the small building.


Eve is officially the villain, the trio has been forced off of Baath, and Chandra's bringing a boy home. This is gonna get interesting. Until next time, don't forget to review. Driver out.