Gary turned another corner and was surprised that the path had changed. Instead of the brinstone walls that held him tightly, the path ahead merged into a old decrepit mineshaft.
"Weird the path changed," Gary said.
Gary ignored this and continued forward but was stopped by a farmiliar hand on his shoulder.
"I don't think we should proceed. We should turn back. The floor could break away any second."
Gary shrugged her hand off of his shoulder.
"Like I would ever litsen to you!"
Gary took one step and fell through the floor into a bottomless chasm. Down and down he went into complete darkness. The only light that could be seen was the slight refractions off of the rock walls. Iren appeared right by his side as he was falling.
"I hate to say I told you so…"
"Just shut up and save my ass."
Iren slowed Gary's fall and eventually landed on a cold floor. Iren hovered by his side waiting for those two words but nothing came out of Gary's mouth.
"You know, I've just about had it with you! Is that any way to thank someone for saving your life!"
"You don't have to follow me you know."
Iren's face turned red with anger.
"Fine! When you get yourself into trouble again, don't come crying to me!"
A loud boom shook the ground like a level ten earthquake. Dust was scattered and produced a cloud of brown poison, blinding the sight of anything that came in contact with it. The dust made its way through their lungs, coughing uncontrollably trying to expel the brown poison.
"Look out" Iren said while covering her mouth.
Iren grabbed Gary's arm and tugged him out of the way. They burst out of the cloud like a bullet. They escaped the deadly brown poison. When the dust cleared all that was left was a bunker in the ground where Gary once stood.
"I thought you weren't going to help me anymore!" Gary shouted.
Gary turned his head only to see a huge Demon. It had to be at least a three hundred feet high and no more than two hundred feet wide. At some parts on its body were scales that resembled a snake like skin and the other parts resembled decaying flesh. A huge curved spike was protruding out of its forehead. Its eyes were stiched up. Huge fangs decorated the sides of its mouth. A long muscular neck connected its huge head to its torso. Huge arms with massive claws were making themselves apparent around the neck and moved from one location to another. Six legs were stomping with anger, making little craters each time they hit the ground. Bones forced themselves out of its back and retracted and then repeated. The tail was thrashing about, knocking rubble out of its way. Bones covered with blood were lining themselves across its tail.
"What the hell is that!?" Gary shouted.
Iren grabbed his arm again.
"Don't ask questions, just run!"
Iren ran with Gary treading behind her. Blasts of energy were sounding off behind them. They dove in front of a huge pile of rock escaping the beast's sight.
"Get your hands…" Gary started before Iren put her hand over his mouth.
"Be quiet," Iren whispered.
Iren peaked her head out of their hiding place. Just as she thought the Demon only senses movement.
"What is that?" Gary asked quietly.
"A Fallen Angel." Iren answered.
"A… Fallen Angel?"
"You don't know who the Fallen Angels are?"
"Never heard of them."
"So that's why you're still alive," Iren whispered to herself.
Iren paused, remembering her horrible past before she came back to the present.
"The five Fallen Angels are Demons each named and representing the five fruits that no human should ever feel or commit. Rage, Despair, Revenge, Sadness, and Trickery. They are known as the high generals of the Demon army."
Out of all those names, one stood out in Garys mind. Trickery. By definition trickery means to decieve usually for some kind of gain. Now he had even more of a reason to lose her as fast as possible. She could be the Fallen Angel of Trickery.