A/N: Is this real?! Yes, I'm doing a update not too long after the last one. I'm also making chapters a little longer, the previous lengths weren't exactly satisfactory. Of course, this story is nearing its close, so that's why I'm going to try and describe the preparation for the battle and the battle itself as much as I can. That means research and trying to add a few subplots.
Yes, subplots. Just to stretch the story a little more as it is a little short.
So till next time (Probably soon, but knowing me with this story another 6 months),
D.L.D
Gwen's P.O.V
"Stay right there," I say as I see the group of angels freeze.
From what I could see there were six of them. Two of them, a brunette and a guy with jet black hair, were near Dawn. The brunette held a sword and Dawn's pale blue eyes were wide with fear.
"Who said that?" A blonde who had been in the shadows, with a guy with auburn hair and glasses, spoke.
"You really want to know?" I say, remaining in the shadows of the trees.
I saw them nod as sighed as I stepped forwards into their sight. I know it was risky having pitch black wings, but I didn't see any other way to get Dawn back safely.
"You're Fallen too," The brunette breathed, her gaze cold and hard on my wings.
"Fallen?" I laughed, earning me odd stares, "I was born like this. Ever heard of an angel related to both Satan and God?"
"So the legends are true..." The guy with auburn hair and glasses breathed, "There are angels who are both corrupted yet pure."
"Yep," I say, "And you need to let go of my friend."
They all looked at Dawn who was smiling slightly.
"Not so fast," The brunette spoke, "How do we know you're telling the truth?"
I sighed as I rolled my eyes. Of course they had to be led by one of those angels. The ones who think that only white winged angels were pure, forgetting the fact that demons and devils could turn into them easily.
"Would a demon or Fallen know about where the real Testament is kept?" I raised a brow.
The brunette froze as she lowered her sword. No-one knows where the Testament is kept except for a few angels, which just so happened to include my family. Not that the Testament can do anything now. It was probably destroyed in the war.
"She's a real angel," The brunette looked relieved, "We've finally found it!"
"What do you mean, 'found it'?" I gave them all a confused look and so did Dawn.
"The last safe place!" The tan matching girl beamed, "The place where all angels go when Heaven is destroyed and all hope is lost."
"Come again?" I say truly confused.
"Every time the Afterlife broke out into war, all of the angels somehow find their way to one destination," The guy with jet black hair explained, "Before this war it was Ascension City, and before that was Heavenville itself. But neither God nor Satan survived this war, meaning the angels couldn't gather together for years."
"It's true," The brunette nodded, "I'm Courtney by the way. He's Trent, the matching girls are Sadie and Katie, the blonde's Dakota and the guy with glasses is Sam."
"Nice to meet you all," Dawn spoke before I could say anything, "We're glad to have the extra help on our land."
"Land?" Sadie laughed, "That's a good one! There's no grass anywhere for miles aroun-whoa!"
The whole group laughed as Dawn pointed towards the grassy plains I'd grown for years. The sun was setting and the grass was bathed in a beautiful amber light.
"I guess what that goth chick says is true," Dakota smiled, "Heaven's becoming beautiful once more."
I just smiled at her words, knowing fully well that it was true. Bit by bit, piece by piece, our home was becoming beautiful.
Heather's P.O.V
"Stars," I growled as I looked at the burning balls of gas. That's probably the only thing I like about them. "Why is the sky so clear?"
"That's the beauty of nature," Laurie smiled.
Ew! She's one of the vegan hippie people. No wonder she likes this disgusting eyesore.
"She's right," Miles, the other vegan hippie, sighed, "Nature truly is beautiful."
"Barf," I roll my eyes as I get up, "I think I'm just gonna go back to my tent."
Grumbling under my breath, I stomped towards my tent only to step in animal shit. Of course I fucking do!
"Who's animal did this?!" I seethed as I looked at all of my troops.
"Animals?" Scott, another of my brain dead soldiers, sneered, "I don't see any."
"Why would we have animals, Heather?" Taylor rolled her eyes, "It's bad enough we have to be out here...in the wilderness of all places!"
For once I agree with her. But we're out here for an excellent cause. We have to destroy the ever-rising Puritans before it's too late!
"Ooh, do you mean an animal like this?" Lindsay held a small chihuahua, "It's totes adorbs! Just look at its eyes!"
A group of lamebrains cooed at the animal as Lindsay held, while the rest of us held glares.
"You can't keep an animal here," I say firmly.
"Why not?" Lindsay asked, her expression confused.
"Because they're filthy and slobber all over the place!" I say trying to keep my cool, "Return it to the shithole it came from at once."
"But-"
"Now," I say teeth bared as I tried not to snarl.
"Ok, Heather," The blonde glumly walked away.
"Great, now get back to resting," I smiled, "We have a big day tomorrow!"
Lindsay's P.O.V
I sighed as I set the puppy down onto the grass. I don't know why Heather wouldn't let me just keep it. It was so adorable and I didn't want it to live out there in the wild. It deserved a home...
I looked at the puppy and it stared back at me, eyes wide with hope.
I can't do it. I have to take this adorable fuzzball with me. Heather can kill me for all I care. No-one was going to make me give up this puppy. It was mine now, and I know it wants to be.
"I'm not letting you go," I say, picking up the puppy. It licked my cheek happily before barking in reply.
"Now, we just need a way to hide you..." I say as the puppy continued to nuzzle itself against me, "I know!"
"Lindsay?" I froze as I heard someone call me.
"Yeah?" I reply, nearly face-palming myself. Why did I do that? Am I trying to get caught?
"I had a feeling you'd still be with the dog," They approached me, smile on their face.
"Wait what?" I say blinking.
"Here," He passed me a backpack, "Just make sure it doesn't peek out."
"Thanks," I smiled, as I turned to face them fully, "Taylor?!"
"No, it's Tyler," He sighed.
"Oops, sorry," I chuckled slightly, "Names aren't me strong point."
"It's fine, I'm confused for her all the time," He laughed as I put the puppy into a backpack.
"Well, thanks for helping me hide the pup," I smiled, blushing slightly.
"No problem," He replied walking back to camp.
Something tells me, that me and Taylor- I mean Tyler- will get along just fine.
Duncan's P.O.V
"So you guys survived the war too?" I raised a brow as I looked at the group of new angels.
Once again, like every time Gwen goes missing for a while, new angels appeared out of nowhere. Not that I'm against it, but I don't exactly trust this group. Something seems shady about them...well all of them except the blonde and the guy with glasses, maybe the twins too.
"Yep," The brunette, Courtney, replied, "We all found a way to survive and banded together."
"Must've been a tough journey, dudes," Geoff smiled. They all nodded.
"Nice to have you all here," Bridgette smiled, "I can imagine what you guys went through."
"Oh my gosh!" Katie, the tan twin, beamed, "Sadie look! Her hair is, like, so perfect!"
Gwen, Leshawna and I rolled our eyes at them. The twins were those types. The ones that share everything they do together and have to squeal about it. I've met my fair share of those before the war...God were they fucking annoying.
"Girl, calm the fuck down," Leshawna smiled, knowingly, "All Bridge did was wash it and give it a lil bit o' love."
"Teach us your ways!" Sadie begged, "Pretty please."
"Girls, leave Leshawna alone, you're name's Leshawna right?" The blonde, Dakota smiled as Leshawna nodded, "She's probably overwhelmed."
"It's fine, sugar baby," The African-american replied, "I'm used to crowds."
That's how most of this evening went. Everyone talking and trying to get to know the new members, while I studied the most shady of the group. Trent and Courtney.
Something about those two doesn't make me feel right and usually if I feel that way, I'm right. Problem is: what are they gonna do?
Gwen's P.O.V
I sighed as I watched the stars come out into the night sky. Tonight was so serene, making me envy the world for being so still while I was a jittery mess of nerves. Why couldn't I just have one day where I feel ok? Just one day? Oh, I know why. Because God decided to rage war with Lucifer? Like who the actual fuck does that except a complete egotistical maniac? I almost forgot...he's my great how many times uncle. Like that's any better.
Lowering my gaze, I stare at the grassy plains before me. A few years ago, I would've never thought that I'd find any friends. I would've laughed at the mention of it, maybe even broken down after laughing. Not that you'd care. But, now...here I was. Living in a broken world, restoring it piece by piece and yet repeating history. For around the millionth fucking time! You'd think history would get tired of repeating itself so much. Guess not...
"Release the sands of time, and help me to unbind the half demon and angel sides to once again combine," The words are soft in the silent night breeze as I look at my bow. I've repeated them countless times and yet the meaning never came to me... Who knows what they mean.
Sighing for a final time, I head back to my bed. This may be the last time in a while till I get another peaceful night.
