Here. You guys deserve another chapter from me. It's got a good amount of action in here, so if you like Vlad very angry and powerful… yeah. I'm done. References to earlier chapters are in here. You might wanna go back and reread some.
Yep. You might want to.
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11. Vengeful Fallen Angel
Damon Gray enjoyed peace and quiet. Nighttime was the only way he could get away from his job and spend some time with Valerie or moments with himself. He had been having a hard time for the past couple of weeks- ever since Project Silencer had been a success; he had yet to see Vlad or his assistant Plasmius anywhere. Not that it worried him or anything- Damon disliked Vlad Masters with a passion.
Unlike many people in the city, though, he had a plan of action to stop him. He knew that Valerie and her friends were in on the plot now, and he couldn't help but worry about the secret. He figured it was time to have a talk with Valerie about what she, Danny, Tucker, and Sam had all seen. Damon thought it had been a long enough time for the little group to understand what he was doing.
Sighing, Damon got up from his desk in the office, making a mental note to clean off all loose papers and other assorted items from it. It was somewhere around seven-thirty, and he knew that Valerie had finished her homework. Judging by the sound of weapons being test fired in the Weapons Chamber, he knew she had an off-day in school. He pushed open the door and watched his daughter from afar, smiling. She was turning out to be like her mother.
Her mother- Damon felt his heart sink. Emmalyn Gray had been dead for four years now after an attack on the lab by ghosts had taken her from the world. She had been test-firing weapons in the chamber as well, when suddenly the alarm went off and startled her from her rounds. She went to see if everything had been okay, and… Vortex had zapped her with a lighting bolt. Add that with Skulker's missiles, Johnny 13's shadow… no. Emmalyn didn't stand a chance.
She died upon immediate arrival to the hospital.
Damon forced back the memory and swallowed, walking up to his daughter and standing next to her. When she had finished a round with the Axion Blaster, she took off the ear guards and started at seeing her father. "Dad!" she managed to get out, putting the gun down and smiling. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to talk with you, Val… about the couple of weeks ago when you stumbled upon my office and decided to look through my things."
Valerie tensed up. She had been waiting for this talk for quite a few days now. She didn't know if she had anything to worry about, but the tone in her father's voice proved opposite. Damon sounded serious, upset. It was rare when he got like this. "Dad, I told you before. It was a mistake that we went in that room and fixed the portal. Everyone is extremely sorry about it. Can we just not talk about it?"
He shook his head. "Valerie Emmalyn Gray…" She cringed at the use of her middle name. "…we need to talk about this. I have to make sure you didn't tell anyone at school or anywhere else for that matter. If word of my assassination plot gets out, something very bad could happen to the both of us. And the last thing I want to have happen is for you to die by the hand of a ghost… like your mother."
Damon's voice was suddenly thick with emotion. The teenager led her father over to the chair outside the Weapons Chamber and sat down with him. She embraced him tightly, tears leaking from her eyes. She had never brought up the death of her mother with her father- too often had he burst into tears at the point of her death. And right now, all it had taken was for him to mention her name and status, and he was already emotional. She tried to smile. "Dad, it's okay. I won't die by the hands of a ghost."
"Valerie…"
She looked at him, cocking her head in an attempt to try and bring him back from his memories.
Damon shuddered, took a deep breath, and regained his composure, taking the stern fatherly appearance she had grown accustomed to over the past sixteen years. "All right. Those plans for killing Masters were detailed enough that I could read them and you not understand them. That's what I tried to accomplish. But I can't let him in on the secret."
"Dad, I don't think you have to capacity to kill," Valerie tried to reason with him. "Face the facts- when you had that ghost in the lab for examination, you couldn't even dissect it. You had me do it for you."
"That's the truth, you know. Getting your daughter to do all the dirty work for you."
A wry chuckle was heard in the room, and Damon looked around, alarmed and alert. He stared at Valerie in the eyes. "Get out of here. There's nothing you can do."
A pinkish mist formed in front of them, and the demonic ghost figure of Vlad Plasmius appeared before the little family of two, a strange smirk on his face. "Hello, Damon. Long time no see."
"Plasmius," he replied coolly, inching ever so slightly towards the door. "How has Masters been? Haven't heard from him in the past couple of weeks."
The ghost examined his gloved hand, which was now glowing with a magenta energy. "He has been doing perfectly fine. But you, on the other hand…" He formed a long piece of rope in his hand and lashed it out at Valerie, pulling it tightly and wrapping her up in it. Plasmius took the six inches that was left of it and used it as leverage to throw Valerie into the wall. She screamed in pain, giving Plasmius time to roll his eyes and shoot some ectoplasmic goo onto her mouth. "You are not going to be good after what I do to you."
Damon stopped inching for the door and began to go for the Axion Blaster that lay on the table. "What are you talking about?"
"Your plan, you fool," Plasmius lazily replied, watching the father in amusement. "Don't worry. No one knows about it except for you, me, and your poor excuse for a daughter, Valerie."
He stopped. Plasmius knew about his assassination attempt? "I don't get it."
The cape-clad ghost laughed harshly. "But of course you wouldn't know anything about it. You really have no idea about who I am."
"What?"
Two black rings of light split down his waist, and a forty-year-old man stood in his place. One all-too-familiar male in Damon's eyes. The father stepped back as if he had been slapped in the face. "You're- you're kidding me… impossible."
Vlad shrugged and morphed back. "It's long and complex, and I'm afraid I'm too busy to go into the details about my form. But, I will say this- you pick up that gun, and I will make you wish I hadn't sent those ghosts after Emmalyn… but you."
"Emmalyn…?" Damon's head was spinning. "Wait a second…"
The distraction did its magic. Plasmius sprang forth and grabbed the gun off the table, crushing it in his iron grip. He stared at Damon, eyes shooting daggers. "So you decided to try and kill me, did you? After all I've done to make your life better, Damon, that's the thanks I get? An assassination attempt on my life? A plan to kill me?" His eyes sparked. "Exactly how long were planning on taking before sending Valerie to do your dirty work and kill me?!"
He stepped back, hand in front of his body in an innocent manner. "It's not like that."
"Really?" Plasmius arched an eyebrow. "Explain it to me, then."
There was no response.
"I didn't think so."
The ghost smiled, showing all his pointed teeth. His hand was still magenta, but it was now aimed at Damon's heart. "You know, if I was feeling merciful, I would destroy in my ghost form. But given that you have decided to betray me…" He closed his eyes, glowing with a pinkish aura that lit up his hands. His hair began to lengthen, turning grayer by the moment. Long streamer-like pieces of cloth emerged from his arms, a white cloak embracing his body. It was down to his ankles- similar to an angelic robe. Finally, a large demonic wing, like a dragon, emerged, as did a black angel wing.
He opened his eyes and grinned. "Given that you've decided to betray me, I think to die by the hands of a fallen angel is more appropriate."
"F-f-fallen angel?" Damon spluttered out.
Cherubim, the Fallen Angel of Darkness, looked back at where Valerie stood struggling in her bonds. "I suggest you not do that, dear girl," he advised calmly, as if they were talking at the dinner table and not a weapons chamber. "You might kill yourself in the process."
Turning back to the father, he stared at his hand and aimed it at him again. "So, Damon- how does it feel to know you'll be reunited with Emmalyn after four years?"
"Bastard," Damon spat out, looking defiant.
"My thoughts exactly," he whispered, his hand glowing. He brought the fist into Damon's upper torso, sending the man flying back and hitting the metal wall. A muffled scream escaped Valerie as she struggled with the ropes once again. Cherubim merely gave her a look before turning his attention back to Damon. "Well, you did say you were going to kill me, Damon. Aren't you going to keep that promise? Answer me!" He strode across the way and picked him up by his neck. "I said answer me!"
The fallen angel threw the struggling father across the room, wings twitching. Damon screamed in pain, hearing a snap.
Cherubim's eyes narrowed. "I see, then." His hand began to glow with an intense black energy, eyes flaming. "You can't bring yourself to kill me. Good."
He aimed his hand at Damon, who stared at him, wide-eyed.
"Lucky for myself, that rule doesn't apply."
The hand released a blast of energy.
Screaming was heard.
A maniacal laughter filled the room.
-Archangel-
Jazz sighed and sat on the couch the next morning, flipping through the mail that she had received in the mailbox only hours before. Bills, magazines, special offers… everything seemed like junk now. Garbage… garbage… garbage… letter to Jazz…
Wait a second. Jazz put down the news offers and picked up the envelope addressed to her. She frowned, trying to read the address. It didn't look like something familiar- the label stated that it was from a place known as Heaven City. Shrugging to herself, she gently ripped open the envelope and pulled her legs up onto the couch. A letter came out, front and back. She blinked- well, this person must've had to say something to her.
Getting comfortable and plucking a pillow from off to her right side, she curled up and began to read:
Dearest Jasmine,
I'm not sure if you remember the day that your 'brother,' 'Danny,' came down to Earth from above, and I must say, those ten years have passed by all too quickly. Your parents are in a better place now- here in Heaven City. Allow me to introduce myself- I am Sugaru, leader of the Fallen Angel Council. I am the one that sent young 'Danny' to your planet so he may try and live a normal life as a teenage earthling.
I am afraid that the time for caring for your brother will soon be up. For you see, it has been discovered here that Cherubim, the Fallen Angel of Darkness, has revealed himself to two mortal humans, one of whom is now dead. He is survived by his daughter, Valerie Gray, and is currently seeking refuge here with your mother and father, Jack and Maddie. Times are trying here right now. The Armageddon is seemingly upon us.
This is where 'Danny' comes into play.
Your 'brother' is actually the Angel of Light, Seraphim, destined to bring down Cherubim. I cannot tell you how long I've wanted to tell you this, but he must fight Cherubim until one of them dies. The prophecy states such a thing, and if the prophecy isn't fulfilled, the ghost zone, human world, and angel realm will be destroyed forever.
There are two loops that are in this equation, however. One of them is the fact that 'Danny' must not be told that he is Seraphim. The boy must discover his secret on his own. I must beg of you to keep this from him until the right time comes. Otherwise, who knows what calamity may fall upon the city of Amity Park
The second is that he has a brother. Cherubim is actually his unknown brother, and I must ask you not tell him this either. I fear I cannot tell you who Cherubim is right now, for if this falls into the wrong hands…
Time is short. You must accept this feeling that your 'brother' may be killed in a few days.
I'm sorry.
-Sugaru-
Jazz stared at the letter, tears in her eyes, confusion clouding her judgment. Danny was really an angel? He had a brother? His brother was a killer?
This was so much to take in at once. An angel of legend?
She hadn't really remembered anything from that day ten years ago; she had only been five, seven? She wiped away the tears and heard Danny coming down the stairs. Immediately, the boy felt a different atmosphere from his slightly perk mood and quickly made his way to Jazz, sitting down next to her. "Jazz? You okay?"
His 'sister' embraced him suddenly, throwing aside the pillow and sobbing. Danny, completely lost by this sudden gesture, could do nothing more but awkwardly hug her in return. Sadness wasn't an emotion his sister usually showed, and it frightened him to see her burst into tears like this. "Is there… is there anything I can do, Jazz?"
"Promise me you won't die," she whispered back.
He couldn't speak.
"Promise me!"
He swallowed and choked out, "Yeah. Yeah, I promise I won't die, Jazz."
Wow. What a chapter, huh? I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I liked writing it. Don't worry. The next chapter will have some DannyValerie friendship and Vlad vs. Danny goodness. And if you think I should change the genre to something else, tell me what, too!
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