Erm... sorry for the wait! I apologize! But anyway... YAY! Chapter 25! I'm not sure how long this story will go on for, but it's still got some ways to go! :) I can't wait for all your reactions to the end...just keep in mind that this is all still in the past! Currently, in the present (which is actually in the future- like 2050 or something lol) Bubbles is passed out and is kind of watching this whole thing over again...seeing every little detail to it. Remembering...everything. More in-depth than she NORMALLY could. Why? Hmmm...strange, eh? Well, we'll find that out when the end comes! But..he he..not here yet! :P In this chapter, we'll see Angelica and Pyro talking, and what happens from there. We might also see what Bubbles is doing. Review, and enjoy! On with the story! =D
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Angelica
Chapter 25:Adieu, Until We Meet Again
P.O.V.: Angelica
Relevant quote to chapter: A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.
~Joseph Stalin
Setting: In the past. Angelica has teleported to a lone beach, and Pyro has followed her. It's a bit past 12 AM. All is silent, and the nighttime air is crowded with stars.
The soothing waves of th moonlit beach crashed against the sand endlessly. The shimmer of the moon and stars reflected in the giant ocean in front of me, bedazzling to see at night. I had never seen the ocean at night. It was hypnotizing and intoxicating. If I weren't feeling as guilty as I was...I would've been smiling at it, inhaling the aromatic scent of the sea into my nose.
But I couldn't. I just stared at it, feeling like I belonged in those waves. Like I was already in them...drowning.
"Hey." A voice sounded, startling me. An almost impossible feet. It was Pyro...
Pyro. Why was he here? He didn't have to follow me...
I looked at him from the corner of my eye, my pale blonde hair whipping about in the wind.
"Angelica...I'm...I'm sorry." He gently admits, which is amazing, because demons are almost never sorry for anything.
But, it can't replace what I did...
I look away from him, towards the moonlit sea.
"...I should have been the one." I say after a few silent minutes go by. My voice doesn't sound like my own. It sounds foreign, icy, and cold. I don't like it...
I'm used to my voice sounding warm and full of life. I'm used to it being sweet and honeyed...
"It should have been me. Not him...me."My voice is quivering now, trying to withhold my tears. What's the point anymore?
Pyro's eyebrows raise as he looks at me, but the look of shock is replaced by a burning madness, a look of wrath on his face.
"Don't say that!" He suddenly smacks me, a bit too harshly too, because I slam right down onto the sand. I'm sprawled against it, just like I had been before, when Mother...hit me.
I don't move though, I deserved it. So it's okay.
"A-Angelica...I'm...I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that! I just thought, maybe, I...I don't know. I could knock some sense into you was all...stupid fucking jerk I am..." He kneels down and helps me sit back up. I just stare away from him, my silky hair covering most of my face.
My eyes dart to his when I'm sitting almost upright, when he's helping me sit up by holding my arm. Under my mass of tangled hair, all he can see is one, aqua blue eye of mine, peeking out at him. That one piercing eye...
"...I'm a horrible person. I got my Father killed."
Those words were like knives. They hurt to say, they stung so badly. A sharp pain went through my chest, as if a dagger was digging itself into my flesh. I cringed and grew weak...collapsing helplessly into Pyro's arms.
He took in a deep breath and smothered me affectionately, stroking my somehow still soft as silk hair.
"..No, Angelica. You didn't do anything. Stop this. Just...stop."
"But, I'm a monster..."
"MONSTER? Phhh, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard in the whole world! You're the farthest thing from one! You're an Angel for crying out lo-"
"No! Okay? No, Im not! I can't be! Not after this! God will...will surely sentence me straight to hell. He...He must hate me now. I've done something so terrible that all the Angels would shun me the minute I went back to Heaven...if I go back to Heaven...ever." The torture in my voice was evident. I was panicking, my chest heaving unsteadily. I had killed my Father. I had killed him.
Some daughter I am. Some Angel I am. Sentencing my own Father to death like I had...I should've just kept my big trap shut...
But I was delirious. I never meant to... It just, kind of, happened. Thanks to that poison.
But I still don't deserve any compassion! Any understanding, any consoling! Mother does. Father...does.
"Angelica...you can't say that. You...you can't mean that. Why would Heaven cast you out? It wasn't your fault! Aren't they all forgiving?"
"...I...I don't know anymore, Pyro." I admit, feeling defeated and deflated, "I don't know..." I whimper, as if it's my dying breath.
Silence takes over for a bit as we stay huddled there on the sandy ground, embracing each other.
Thoughts rage to and fro in my mind relentlessly. I...
I think I know what I must do.
"...Pyro?"
"Yeah?" His voice is harsh, like he doesn't want to be here. I gulp at that and close my eyes.
"...I'm sorry."
"For?"
"For everything. I've made a mess of your life as well. Now...you can't go back. They'll kill you too, won't they? The demons."
"...I chose this."
"Because of me."
"...Perhaps, but it was still my call."
"...I wish it hadn't been. I wish that I didn't cause so much hurt. I never meant to."
"Of course you didn't. Geez Angelica, did you think I thought so?"
"I can't tell anymore."
"Please don't act like you don't know these things by now. You're all knowing."
"...I don't feel like that anymore. I feel cut off. Like I don't posses angelic powers anymore."
That hurt to say, like a bullet to the chest.
It was true, I felt like they were gone...even though I knew, for whatever reason, they weren't.
"Just...stop it. Stop it already! I know you have them, and so do you. I don't...I don't like this Angelica. I can't stand seeing you like this..." He admits, "It freaks me out..."
I gather the strength to look up at him, the wind blowing the hair out of my eyes. Finally.
"Why?" Is all I question, his black eyes looking into mine. I was surprised to see his were filled with emotions, while mine were hard and icy.
"...Because." He sighs out, "If you can't be happy, no one can."
That made sense. He's seen me be happy all this time. Nothing more, nothing less. He's never seen be broken. I've never seen me broken.
I hated it.
I wish I was whole again. But to do that...I'd have to...have to...
My eyes suddenly popped, a burning urge to get up inside me welling. I knew what I had to do now...WHY didn't I think of it sooner?
"Pyro. I...I can cure him! I can cure my Father!" I exclaim, a smile beaming across my face immediately. He's a bit taken back by the sudden change of mood, but his eyebrow raises in curiosity.
"What? Um...how?" He queries, intrigued yet doubtful. I bite my lip anxiously as I stare into his eyes, a new found hope filling them.
"With my powers, of course! I can mend him, I can restore life into his body!" I exclaim, happiness reviving inside me again. I get up from the sandy ground and Pyro just stares at me, his eyes fixated on me. He doesn't say a word. He looks unsure. Hesitant. As if he doesn't believe I could do it.
"Pyro?" I blink, my smile fading gingerly. The look on his face was worrying me. I thought he wanted to be happy? What was wrong?
"...Angelica...babe..." He frowns, "I don't know if you'll be able to do that..."
"Why not?" I smile, puzzled, "I can. It might take a lot of energy, but as long as I can get his body..."
"He's been torn to pieces." He suddenly blurts out. Just like that. His face like a stone.
My whole face drops, my smile, my mouth, my eyes...I feel like I can barely stand. So, I don't.
I literally collapse onto the ground, on my knees, before Pyro can catch me and cradle my weak body in his arms. Before I slammed face first into the sand.
"Oh..good...God..." I can't take it. I just can't. Tears...they needed to come out. Burning, threatening...enticing.
I needed to cry. I needed to cry so bad right now. It wasn't even funny.
What would it feel like? Would it hurt? My throat was burning and closing up, so maybe it did hurt a bit. It certainly hurt emotionally...
" Angelica...Angelica, I'm sorry! It wouldn't have been safe to go back there anyway! I wouldn't even be able to protect you, and there were millions of demons who would've-"
I had stopped listening. Suddenly...just like that, I snapped.
The thin line between sadness and depression was crossed, and I couldn't quite handle it. I was never meant to.
And just like that...
It slipped out. A tear. All was silent as it tricked out of my eye and down my cheek. All was silent when Pyro realized what was happening. I couldn't even hear the waves behind me, it was almost as if they stopped...
"...Angelica?" Pyro's voice was the only sound. I mean that literally. It was if we were in a small, sound proof room, and that was all I could hear.
My whole body began to rise in temperature. Pyro could feel that...he could feel it to the point where I was burning his hands, and he had to let go of me. It was okay though, because I slowly rolled myself up into a standing position.
Now, there was sound alright. One, strong sound. A high pitched, ringing sound, occurring at an extremely high frequency. It was deafening. The whole ground seemed to shake, as if an Earth quake was occurring, yet I stood there, planted to the unstable sandy ground as if nothing was happening. That one tear still glistening like a strand of melted silver down my cheek.
I was glowing. I could feel it. My whole body was shining vibrantly, a thick, massive aura of pure, innocent white light surrounding me. Innocent, but powerful.
I stared at Pyro as he stared back in awe while trying to stabilize himself on the shaking ground and covering his ears at the same time.
I had no feelings of hate in my heart, no feelings of loss, hurt, or woe. All I felt...all I knew...
Was what I had to do now. My mission was no longer to create peace in Townsville. That was obsolete, at least in this state I was in.
My new mission, in my soon to be angelic form, is to go to that hellish place and tear it down to its entirety. Leaving no demon untouched, leaving no fire unvanquished, leaving no HIM alive.
It was time. I could feel the white light growing so strong and powerful, that my aqua blue eyes became orbs of white, glowing light altogether, along with my hair. I was no longer just Angelica any longer.
I was my true self, in my true form.
My whole being turned white with light, and suddenly...my back started to pound as I looked up at the nighttime sky, tinted with white light.
Suddenly, huge, white wings eject from my back and spread out elegantly, casting a beautiful, unattainable, unexplainable glow of white on the beach that made it look like the beach's sand was a pure white instead of a tan color.
Pyro's eyes were wide, huge in fact, his mouth dropped in awe, speechless awe.
His dark eyes filled with the light of my wings as my body slowly stopped glowing so much, leaving a less intense aura around me. The wings were the things glowing the most now.
They had such a intense shimmer it looked like glitter had been sprinkled all over them. They stretched out so far and wide that it took up at least half a mile with them spread out properly, and I was sure this light could be seen throughout the whole town, depending on who was awake.
My angelic form was no longer in my nightly attire.
I was clothed in a bedazzling light, powder blue dress that poofed out at my knees, and was a tube top. I wore on my chest a shining silver heart with wings necklace, and had on silk white gloves up to my elbows. My shoes were white boots that came up to my knees and were laced up with powder blue laces made of silk. I had even longer hair in this state, and it was just as shiny as ever, a white flower attached to the side of my hair. It was the same style, just a different length, straight down to my knees. Long, silky, and perfect.
My eyes were back to normal now. They were aqua blue again, and not glowing white any longer. However, now, they glowed neon aqua in the dark brightly, as if my eyes were a light that could glow in the dark.
My skin had a shimmer to it too, and was a very light peach color, with shimmers of silver and white, as if I too was bathed in glitter or some sort of shimmery body powder.
I also had a white staff that had a silver heart with angel wings on the top of it...matching my necklace. Around me, circled two orbs of light. These orbs of light balanced me with both peace and unconditional love. Four figures materialized beside me, and they were my protective Angels, sent to guard me on my journey if I had needed it. They would help me do anything once I let out that first tear. And here they were. They had on shining, protective armor, and each of their wings were different colors. One angel had blue wings, another had red, another yellow, and another purple.
Pyro was stunned and shocked at the sudden change. He didn't know what to say.
The Earthquake had stopped, along with the high pitched ringing. Everything was normal, except for me, and my band of Angels.
"..A-An..." Pyro tried to speak, but he was still at a loss for words. He got up shakily, because he had been on the ground this whole time, and stared at me, astonished.
"Ang..Angelica..." He finally mustered to say, or rather, question.
I couldn't help but smile a small, amused smile.
"Yes, it is I. I may not look like the Angelica you know...but it is so. My real name, in the Angelica realm, is Charmeine, but you need not know that. You may still address me as Angelica, for that's who you know me as. Who I...now know myself as." I explain to him gently, my real voice sounding. My real voice is still gentle and soothing, honeyed as ever. However, it's slightly deeper, more wise and more learned. There's something very motherly about it.
Pyro just gulps and eyes the other Angels standing by me.
"W-Who...?" He points to them and I laugh at his innocence.
"These are Angels who've accompanied me here. They guard me, and are here to help me complete my...mission."
"To...restore peace? You didn't need them before..."
"No, I didn't. I cried. I unleash my true self when I cry. This is my true self. Shocking?" I smirk gingerly, wisely. He's silent, obviously confused.
"Don't fear this. However, know that my mission is no longer just peace. That's in my human form. In this form, which I have summoned, my mission is to destroy the realm of the demons. To destroy their hell, so that it no longer exists, and that Earth can be at peace, so that all Ancient Ones may come here without fear of being killed or disrupted from their mission, like so many else have. Like I have..."
Pyro's eyes pop at this. A thousand questions fill his mind and eyes.
"D-Destroy all demons...? How? Angelica- if you go there- they'll out number you! Easily! They'll try to kill you!" He protests worriedly, becoming quite animated about this. I simply blink and continue to smile.
"Then so be it. If that is how it's supposed to be, then so shall it be. But I will do my best, and I will have confidence in my powers. I am confident, as you should be as well in my capabilities."
"What about me? HUH? Ever thought of that? Ever thought about how I'd feel if I lost you to them those sons of bitches! Huh, Angelica?" He rages, his curse causing me to wince.
"And...And are you going to kill me too? I'm a demon too, you know. You'll have to kill me too!" He roars, a violence in his eyes, a hurt to them as well. I stare into those eyes...for what seemed like forever.
"...If you get in my way.." I begin gently, "I will have to consider it." I warn him gingerly. His eyebrows raise at such a statement, but he gets angry quickly again, this time, in a desperate type of way.
"Wha...WHAT? You'd do that just because you're in an 'angelic state'? What about us? About what we have? Angelica, please!" he almost seems to beg now...his eyes pleading, "Don't do this...! For fuck's sake!"
I stare at him, a thin line for a mouth, my lips still a shocking hot pink and magenta color.
"..Pyro." I close my eyes and smile to myself, unconditional love for him overwhelming my heart now. Memories of us flash through my mind eagerly, daunting and yet beautiful to remember.
"I love you very much." I reassure him, my voice stable and unshakable. I'm in front of him now, floating, my wings not even doing any work. I'm just levitating there, as I reach out and touch his cheek with my glove covered hand.
He gulps and grips my hand on his face into his own, his eyes sad.
"That will never change. No matter what. I hope you know that. I will...never destroy you. I will keep you alive. Like the many times in the past, I will repeat myself again. I see hope and potential in you. Unlike all those other demons. Hope and potential..."
"My friend. Leonard...he has that in him too. I think. Please-"
"He shall be spared. If you believe in him, I shall too." I smile reassuringly.
His sighs and stares at my lips, looking weary, but slightly reassured.
"...I still have to get that Lilith... maybe you'll get her for me."
"Pyro. I'm not doing this for revenge. I'm doing this as a command from God. There is no revenge in my heart in this state. I promise you that."
"Then...then can you do me something? Can you...if you see her, can you teleport her to me? I'll stay here. I want to take my own revenge against her...if I may." His voice is filled with tightness, restriction and loathing.
"Dear one, I do not agree with your actions, but since I cannot contend with your request or free will, I will teleport her here if I encounter her. This I promise."
He stares at my eyes, his eyes concerned now.
"..Angelica...promise me something else, too?" he seems to query, and I smile at him, already knowing what he'll ask. Knowing I cannot promise it, in advance...
"Promise me you'll come back." He demands, grabbing my face into his hands, a seriousness to his voice, his face.
I stare into his eyes, getting lost in them easily.
"...Promises, promises." I smirk bitter sweetly, "Nothing is definite, nothing is secure. The only way it can be is if demons, the evil ones anyway, cease to exist. I cannot promise such a thing, since I am going there and will be attack by creatures who procure my fate with their actions. I cannot fulfill this request." I admit, and he just stares at me, into both my eyes...
He astonishes me by biting his lower lip before leaking a tear or two of his own. I can feel the heartache in his heart...and...and I want to cure it. To make it go away...
But I can't. It's not my purpose right now.
I smile sadly at him as we embrace each other intensely as he sobs into me. I've never seen him so vulnerable, so frail...I've never seen any demon like that, in fact.
He was different...
And I loved him for it, with all my heart.
If this night be our last, may you find happiness elsewhere Pyro...you deserve it.
And then he kissed me. So deeply, so intensely, that I felt my heart swell up with happiness and love, although it was slightly bittersweet. I kissed back, even though I could tell the Angels behind me were a tad uncomfortable at this display of affection towards a demon.
They weren't used to it, which was understandable, but they didn't judge it either. They understood me better than anyone on Earth could, along with God, who has been with me my entire journey.
Knowing my feelings, seeing my feelings.
"...Goodbye, Pyro." I blissfully, yet bitterly whisper out after we finish our parting kiss, and he just stares at me as I float away from him, flap my wings, and zoom off into the nighttime sky, a trail of white, shimmering sparkles behind me.
"...Goodbye. Angelica..."
P.O.V.: Him
It was a rare, unexpected surprise when I heard the sudden silencing of the cheers from my demons. Why weren't they cheering for me any longer? A few moments ago, the ceremony had started, and all were cheering, showing their devotion. The fight below me had even started up! The annual fighting of two of our strongest demons takes place on this holiday. The one who kills his opponent gets honor like never before. In this case, I was willing to let the winner take Pyro's place! However, now? All was still...
All was quiet.
It was then that I knew something was deathly wrong. I could feel it in my bones, and I could feel my head pound endlessly and more intensely as the seconds went on.
With a growl, I got up off my throne and looked ahead, out at the whole crowd of demons who were all staring back at me.
And at that moment, right when I was about to yell at them all for dawdling, I felt it...
A sharp, unexplainable pierce through my chest. It was so quick, so sudden, that I was thrown back, and stumbled, falling right onto my throne.
What was that?
At first, I thought perhaps Pyro had been stupid enough to come back and challenge me again...
But no. The headache indicated something else...something 'good'.
I looked down, shocked to find myself actually bleeding. Although that couldn't kill me, I definitely don't bleed easily. And I know for a fact that this was no ordinary wound...it must be from someone or something very powerful...
Something like...
"You!" I growl out, my eyes snapping over to the angelic figure floating in my realm, my hell! She was right above the crowd of demons...who appeared to be getting into fights with other Angels who've come here as well.
Why? WHY were they here? Today of ALL days!
She smiles gently at me, as if she has done nothing at all. For a second I actually believe her, but then I remember that this wound I have is more than likely from her...and her damn staff.
Pumping her strong, glowing wings and flapping them effortlessly, she flies on over to me, and lands in front of me.
She's beautiful, if you like angels. I hate them, so to me, she's hideous...repulsive. She makes my head spin, and not in a good way.
I growl maliciously at her, my eyes filled with wrath and fury, unbounded.
"HOW DARE YOU, INSOLENT WHELP!" I roared feverishly, "I SHALL PUNISH YOU FOR THIS! ANGELS AREN'T ALLOWED HERE!"
She was silent, still smiling too. She cocked up an eyebrow at my statement and raised up her staff. She pointed it at me, the silver heart and angel wings poking at my wounded chest.
"Really?" Her voice is like silk, "I suppose there's a first for everything!" She almost giggles, causing me to wince. How irritating...
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?"
"I believe we know each other. Perhaps not personally, mind you. But I still know you. I know what you did. The name Boomer Jojo sound familiar to you?...Ah yes. It does. I can see it in your eyes." Her eyes are probing into mine, as if she can read me so easily. Like I'm an open book.
I hated that, so I quickly grab her staff and yank it from her, pulling her close to me. Yes, it sends an electrical current through my body to touch that thing, but it was worth it, because now, I had her in my grasp, in my clutches.
She lands on me, her body as soft as a pillow. As fragile as a butterfly. I could easily rip her apart, here and now. My head's pounding from being so close to her...her body pressed up against mine. I flick her wand over to the side carelessly too. It slams onto the ground and makes a clatter sound. I like that sound because it sounds like I broke it, even though I know it'd take a lot more than that to break her staff.
I held her tight in my grip, not letting go of her for anything. We stared into each others eyes, and I found myself a bit fascinated with her. I had never been so close to an Angel before.
"...How might you know of Boomer, my sweet?" I hatefully spat, taking in her scent. She...her hair smelled of dainty baby powder and a fragile flower that blooms only in spring...
It made my head ache more, and yet, in a strange way it made me magnetized to her. She was intriguing.. Perhaps I could use her for pleasure? Just for a little bit?
Before I kill her, that is.
"I know Boomer..." she begins, her voice steady, even though she was being held in my clutches, "because he was my earth Father. And you killed him."
My eyes widen at this and I realize...
Pyro. He talked of Boomer too. Now I know why...this was Angelica! This was the girl he has fallen for! I saw it when I probed his mind while beating him up...
However, she didn't look like this when I saw her in his mind's eye. I'm guessing this is her angelic self.
"Boomer...was your earth father? What a pity...I feel bad for you. He was a pathetic excuse for a Rowdyruff." I insult him willingly, a sinister smirk on my red face now. She just stares at me now, no smile on her face. No frown either.
"Oh?" She blinks, and in moments, I'm surprised to find her pull away from me! She was that strong? She didn't look it, or feel it when I held her...
She was perched on the podium in front of me, her wings flaring out in boastful way.
"My Father was a beautiful person. It wasn't his time to die. He shall be back...rest assured. Now, however, is your time." She seems so assured, her words so confident. They never fizzle. They never stumble. They're secure, and positive. And I hate them.
"NEVER! I SHALL NEVER DIE!" I roar, getting up from my seat, the wound in my chest healed now. She jumps towards her staff, but I grab her leg and slam her into my palace walls instead. The stone crumbles when I do that, and I was sure it would harm her, but she looks unfazed. She gets up, and simply dusts herself off with a little hum. Then, she reaches her hand out to her staff and wills it to come into her hand.
Not good. I have to step up my game on this girl. I underestimated her.
Entirely.
"Everything dies. Everything on Earth, that is. True immortality is only in Heaven." She gently, but firmly states. I cringe at that, making my claws enlarge and try to snap at her. She dodges, seemingly effortlessly.
"I'LL MAKE YOU EAT THOSE WORDS!" I roar wildly, trying to get a good grasp at her. She just dodges and keeps dodging until I get frustrated and stop.
"ENOUGH! Are you trying to mock me?" I hiss, my blood boiling. She just smiles and points her staff at me confidently.
"Mockery is something out of my grasp. It is you who mocks yourself. Now...to finish this."
"I don't think so...Angel girl." I sneer. Using my own mind abilities, I command her to stay frozen in her spot. To drop her staff as well.
Her eyes widen a tad, and she tries to resist, putting up a good fight as well. Her whole body starts to twitch as her grip on the staff becomes shaky, until she finally lets it drop.
With a smirk, I dart towards her and grab her hand, taking her slamming her down into the podium. Her wings slammed into the stone ledge around the podium, breaking the stone ledge completely, but also putting her wings in a defenseless, tense position. Some feathers scattered and fell off the ledge, down towards where my army of demons fought at. She lets out a yelp of pain that pleases me immensely to hear. The whole podium cracks and breaks at the pressure, and below me, I see my demons actually being killed off by the blasted Angels this one brought with her. I growl at this as I lay on top of her, clutching her menacingly in my grip. She can't squirm or fight free, since she's under my mind control.
She just stares at me, her eyes turning hard. I wouldn't say angry, but more or less, they were tense, as if she was disappointed in me. What the fuck...?
"When will you angels ever learn? You can't kill me. I'm Him. I'm all the evil you'll ever see or know. And trust me, I'll also be the last thing you ever see...but tell me, hmm? Why so eager to try? Such a waste of a woman..." I smirk deviously, making her tense up even more.
"I try, and I succeed. This is God's mission. He wants you taken care of. And that will be done. Trust in that."
"LIES!" I seethe with rage, "ALL LIES! NO ONE CAN KILL ME, NO ONE CAN STOP ME!"
"Do you really believe my Master would send me here just to die in your clutches? If it were impossible to kill you, he would never carelessly endanger my life. God loves me enough to -"
I cover her mouth with one of my claws after that, causing her eyebrows to furrow. Those baby blonde eyebrows...
"Hush, hush..." I murmur, an evil idea suddenly sneaking into my mind, "All is well dearness..."
In that very moment, I started to morph. I was no longer just 'Him'...I was shape shifting.
Her eyes widened in shock as she saw who lay on top of her now.
"...Hey babe." I smirk, staring into her eyes, letting my now human hand trail along her cheek. It was so interesting to have human hands. They allowed for so much more...physical enjoyment.
She shivered at my touch, and I liked that. Her skin was smoother than a baby's bottom.
"Y-You're not Pyro." Her voice sounded, for once, a bit shaky, but it was still a statement.
"No...?" I smirk, and cock up an eyebrow, "How do you know? I could've been fooling you this whole time.." I challenge and tease her, knowing she couldn't do anything anyway.
"I was just with the real Pyro. He would never...even dare attack me the way you just did. He loves me."
Those words dug into my chest, for whatever reason. I hated the fact Pyro let this girl ruin him. He was so weak...when he could've been so great.
I sneer crossed my lips. What was so great about this bitch anyway? She was...an Angel. DEMONS CANNOT FALL FOR ANGELS!
Impossible, absurd, unconscionable, unheard of! Unbearable!
"Now, now..." I smirk suddenly, an idea sparking in my mind, "Don't be so sure."
That was when I reached down and did something I hadn't done in ages- at least not meaningfully.
I kissed an Angel. JUST to see what it'd be like. Just to try and figure out why the hell Pyro would dare trade me for her!
And...and...what...what was it like? I barely understood it. I didn't get it.
She didn't even kiss back, her eyes grew wide as she squealed out in protest. However...
This sensation was strange. It almost made me feel...happy?
NO! ABSURD! I would...NOT let her win! These emotions ... she was trying to overcome me with goodness, wasn't she? HA! I would NOT give in! She must've poisoned Pyro's mind with kisses like this...mind controlling him into loving her!
Oh, but I would NOT be so weak to fall for that!
And yet...why couldn't I stop kissing her? Freakishly...my lips felt glued to hers...was this under her doing? Was she controlling me to stay there, while I controlled her to stay frozen, stiff?
AHHH, I HATED IT! Yet I...
"LET HER GO!"
I finally stopped kissing her when that voice sounded, my eyes widening. I knew that voice...
Angelica's eyes were huge, in shock, and disturbed. Yet she showed some sort of surprise at the sound of the voice as well.
"Pyro...YOU FOOL!" I hiss out, seeing that he was floating right by us...glaring at me. I still look like Pyro too, so it's like I'm his bitter, evil twin.
"I said, let her go you fucking bastard! HOW DARE YOU KISS HER?" He roars aggressively. I guess he hasn't learned his lesson yet. Pity...he'll have to die too.
"Let her ... go? Let her go? Eh?" I smirk wildly, a thought rising into my mind. I look down at her, her neon aqua eyes staring back at me, puzzled.
"Well..." I begin, a smirk displaying on my face, "If that's what you want...I'll let her GO alright. Go to heaven! HAHAHA!" I triumphantly screech, suddenly jamming my 'human hand' into Angelica's chest...or should I say heart?
Her eyes widen as wide as they possibly can, as I hear Pyro scream out in the background, so loudly that I can't even hear myself think. Everything in that moment seems to stop...
And before I know what hit me, I'm being tackled by Pyro himself, who's actually crying while he fights me. I barely fight back.
I'm too busy laughing evilly, yet I'm dazed by this laughter... his punches don't even hurt...
"YOU. FUCKING. BASTARD. I HATE YOU! DIE FOR FUCK'S SAKE AND ROT IN YOUR OWN CORPSE FOR ALL ETERNITY!"
Everything else is silent, apart from Pyro's rants. I even stop laughing...to watch what's going on behind me.
Slowly...I see her form. Slowly, I see her shakily raise herself up, clutching her heart. She's not bleeding..rather, a rainbow light is escaping from her wound. Her hands and legs are shaking, and her balance is completely off. Her wings are battered and limp, and her lower lip quivers endlessly.
She has somehow obtained her staff again too, and now, all the other Angels are standing near her, their heads bowed solemnly. Pyro looks back at her slowly, his eyes wide now, still filled with blurring tears.
"A-Angelica?" Pyro's voice is like a squeak. It's barely audible.
She offers a shaky smile as he gets up and starts to walk over to her. He stops in his tracks when her wings start to flap though, and she takes off into the air with the other Angels surrounding her. As if it were her support group. Or...as if they were waiting for something to occur...
She had to die. She must. I sent my hand through her heart, after all. Surprising she didn't die right away, actually...
She keeps trying to ascend upwards, as if that'll make all the pain she's feeling go away. As if she could get away from the situation she's in if she goes high enough. But she can barely fly. Her wings are hurt from the slam into the stone ledge, and they look to be weakened by the damage. Not to mention she was in loads of pain from my attack...and crying silently to herself. She could barely breathe right now, I could tell.
"Angelica!" He Pyro calls out to her, and she stops ascending upwards at that. She's stopped smiling now, and she just floats in that one spot, looking down at Pyro now, clutching her heart area while also clutching her staff.
"...I...love...you..." She whimpers out, but somehow, she puts meaning into it, her eyes gleaming with tears, a small, shaky smile gracing her bedazzling lips. Almost everyone can hear her too. All the demons, and of course me.
And then, surprisingly, she looks towards me.
"And this?" she almost whispers out, "Is for you..."
Meekly, she takes her staff and charges it with white energy, and suddenly, she throws it directly towards me! I feel paralyzed, like I can't move. I think the other Angels are controlling me to stay put...like I had controlled her. Their eyes are glued to me intensely, and I can tell they're outraged by what I had done to their precious Angelica. Like I cared...
But... when that staff hits my heart...full force? I gasped, immediately breathless. I feel my whole body slowly break down, bit by bit, and I watch as I transform back into my original state, red skinned and all. I... watch... devastated as I am reduced to dust ever so slowly...but surely. It's horrifying... and painful!
And yet, at the same time...I also watch Angelica. With hateful eyes, I watch as something similar happens to her as well...only on a grander scale.
Battered wings on her back, tears on her face. A rainbow colored light leaks out from her instead of red human blood. She lets her hand touch the rainbow colored light leaking out of her and lets out a terrible earth shattering cry, as if she couldn't take the pain anymore. Her head arches back, her wings finally becoming still, her knees bending, as if she was going to fall to the ground.
And then...a flash of bright light covers the demonic world and making it all white in an instant. Her earth shattering cry seems to fade into oblivion, echoing in the background when this happens..
Then, when everything fades back to their normal colors...
...All that's left of the girl, is a single white feather, floating endlessly to the ground. A random demon catches it, silently. He stares at it, baffled, for some time.
...She's gone. Forever.
And...so am I.
OH. MY. GOD. ...CAN YOU BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED? THIS CHAPTER WAS EPIC... yet the ending...was so upsetting. Now you all know what happened to Angelica. Now you all know what happened to Boomer. But is that ALL that happened in the past? Or is there still more to know in the past before we return to the present? Where Bubbles is past out? Hmmm, guess you'll have to stick around and find out, eh? Please review and um...sorry for any spelling mistakes! Hope you enjoyed. T-Thanks! =')