I didn't know what to do.
Sure, I've always knew that one day the angels would find me again and wish to continue the long fight between Heaven and Hell, but I'd never thought I'd be discovered like this.
An angel had infiltrated my school under my nose this whole time and I didn't know it. A failure and mistake on my part that I'll make sure not to happen again.
"So, you know what I am, the question is just what are you going to do?"
I made my voice hardened with cold intelligence, and yet slick with a cocky undertone. A little something to hide the small queasiness that was steadily rising in my stomach.
Mr. Hayes looked at me with newfound disgust, as if I was the most horrifying and revolting thing he had ever laid eyes upon.
"It should be obvious dweller of the darkness", Mr. Hayes responded in a cold manner, now standing at his full height and walking away from the desk.
I stood up from my seat ready to take on anything this angel was going to throw at me.
A magic circle of golden energy made of angelic Enochian runes had appeared and the magic began to alter Mr. Hayes appearance. No longer was he the wrinkly old man I had come to know him as, but instead he was now an angel that towered over me as it's angelic form stood eight feet tall.
It's body was humanoid, similar to that of an Applaud, but it's entire body was decorated in red armor lined with gold. In one hand the armored angel held a large circular shield with a similar color scheme whilst in the other was a large golden sword.
I recognized this angel from one of the many supernatural books I had read.
This armored angel was known as Ardor.
The Ardor let out an unearthly shriek as it charged at me and swung it's massive blade, it's intent to kill me was loud and clear.
Wanting to keep my head attached to my body I barrel rolled out of the path of the sword sweep, the massive blade reduced the school desks to mere splitters of wood and scraps of metal.
This was getting to dangerous, and I couldn't fight the Ardor on the normal plain of existence. I'll have to go into Purgatorio and finish him off before anyone decides to check out what's going.
Speaking of which I heard a small amount of pattering footsteps approaching the door.
"Mr. Hayes? Selene? Is everything alright in there!?"
Mackenzie! I thought internally.
Reaching out with my hand I called upon my magic power.
A wave of energy surged through my body and through my hand as a magic seal was placed on the door, the Umbra Witch sigil bearing the Eyes of the World held the door in place no matter how hard Mackenzie pulled and screamed for the door to open.
"Now that no humans can interfere..." I turned to Ardor and before the angel could react I round-house kicked the angel in the face, the enhanced physical strength I possessed as a Witch knocked the Ardor out of the window and into the small school garden below.
Good...the classroom was getting to cramp for my style anyway.
Without hesitation I leaped out of the classroom window despite the classroom being on the second floor high off the ground.
As I was falling through the air I made sure to conjure another magic portal using the Umbran sigil, this portal acting as my gateway to Purgatorio, the middle plain between the three realms that was sort of like Limbo in a sense.
Passing through the portal I was now able to fight the Ardor head on. But it would seem that he called for reinforcements as small low ranking Third Sphere Affinities had come to his aid.
Pfft, pitiful, I thought to myself.
Calling upon my magic once more I summoned my four guns to my aid in battle. My handguns were electric blue in color, the name of the guns Forever Charmed written along the barrels in silver. As part of the Umbra Witch power, all Witches equipped two guns to their hands and the other two to the heels of their shoes, and it was the same with me.
With my guns now at the ready I decided to make quick work of the Affinities, the poor bastards didn't even stand a chance against my Bullet Arts.
As the angels charged forward to attack me I fired a flurry of bullets before dodging their golden spears in quick succession. Triggering Witch Time I was sure to launch a few melee attacks coupled with some free flying bullets to add insult to their injuries. Needless to say, they went down quickly.
Turning around just in time Ardor was lunging at me with his large golden blade. Thinking quick on my feet I forced some magic into my guns and erected a quick protective barrier of dark magic purple in color. The sword rebounded on the shield and temporarily knocked the angel off kilter.
Seeing this as my chance I clenched my fist around my gun tightly as I felt the wild feeling of magic well up within my fist.
Punching the air in front of me my magic then took form, a small spell that I had to say may have been one of the strongest in my arsenal.
The familiar boom of a Wicked Weave was heard as a portal to Inferno opened to reveal the speeding fist of one of my demons, Madama Butterfly flying towards Ardor and colliding hard with it's body.
The force of the fist blasted Ardor into the wall up against the school, it's shield and sword falling before it as most of it's armor began to crack and fall off, revealing the damaged porcelain skin underneath. Great, it was time to finish this.
As Madama Butterfly's fist sank back into Inferno I sauntered up to the weakened Ardor that was now crawling to get away.
Without mercy I plunged my heel into it's back, a shrill screech escaped it's beak before I kicked the angel on it's back. I wanted to see the look of terror on it's face for what I was about to do next.
Chanting in Enochian, the ancient Divine language of the angels and demons, I casted my spell to summon another weapon from the depths of my infinite inventory.
"ALCRETE!"
From within my long magic laced hair I pulled out a large oversized demonic chainsaw, the revving of the engine spurred the sharp serrated blades to life.
The Ardor looked at the chainsaw with newfound fear, but I was anything but. Too far gone into punishing the angel I brought down the chainsaw with full force, only to find Ardor still had enough strength to fight against it's imminent doom.
I slowly began to overpower Ardor until the chainsaw started ripping it's body clean down the middle, it's arms going limp as it's body is cut clean in half. The angel of Paradiso's body shattered into fragments of light, angelic blood stained the ground but was quickly sucked deep within the depths of Inferno throw small dimensional pockets.
With the angels I've killed so far plus the Torture Attack I had just used on an Ardor should keep my demons downstairs happy, at least for a few days before they once again become ravenous and demand more holy sacrifices.
With that out of the way I made the chainsaw disappear in a puff of violet flames. The school suffered minor damage and no casualties, although I guess we'll be in need of a new math teacher since I technically killed our last one.
But this still baffles me.
If the Ardor was going to try and kill me then why did it wait so long to do so?
Why didn't the angel just kill me when I still didn't have a full grasp of my powers? I could think of several moments where it would have been a great moment to attack me while off guard.
And yet...
Here I was. My hands once again 'stained' with blood.
How long will this go on for? As the last surviving Umbra Witch am I truly doomed to fighting the Divine until I become old and weak, and even then my soul will be resigned to endless torment and damnation in the flaming pits of Inferno, or whatever circle of Inferno Witches go to when they fulfill the contract.
Walking over to the large hole I left in the window and the wall of my classroom I began trying to think of some powerful illusion spell I could cast to make it seem like there was something logical going on that caused this damage.
Two gangs fighting over territory maybe?
Before I could use my magic to cast my next spell I felt something lurch in my stomach.
It was an odd feeling to say the least, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
It started off small until it soon grew bigger and bigger.
And that's when I realized that it wasn't just some random feeling.
It was my senses as a Witch warning me of a powerful presence.
As I turned around to face my new enemy, a white hot fireball of dark magical flame in hand I gasp as I felt something pierce my body.
I looked down to see a sword sticking through my stomach, crimson red seeping through my shirt.
As my head began to swim from blood loss and my vision blur I turned to my attacker, my eyes as red as blood no doubt held nothing but fury in anger.
The man's face was cold, and held no remorse.
Removing the blade from my stomach in one quick clean move in muttered something under his breath.
"Death to the Umbra."