All looked up to see a charming male youth dressed in fine gray attire,
standing in the doorway.
"Greetings, all. Hello, Iilana. Nice to see you again."
"ERIK?!"
"Who is he?"
"Why, Iilana, can't you remember your old flame?"
Erik purred. Carl felt-weird. He actually felt...jealous? All went,
"OLD FLAME?!"
Ignoring them, she turned to Erik and asked,
"What are you doing here, Erik? Did Circe send you?"
"Why yes indeed."
With that, he moved so fast that before anyone could say a word, he was at her side, holding her wrist.
"Come along-
SLAM!
He flew out of the crypt and hit a stone angel.
"Poor thing,"
commented Carl.
All looked at him.
"I meant the stone angel."
All went,
"Ohh...".
"Tell Circe if she wants to get me-take the initiative and come get me herself."
"You have become so cold-
"I went off you the moment I found out you helped Circe turn me into a demon. You disgust me."
The men winced at her cold barbs. (A/n: Move over Simon Cowell)
"You're indeed a beauty. You're so desirable when in a rage. Fine, I shall have to teach you a lesson-but not in this form, my love.". "
In moments, wings shot out of his back. His lovely face distorted for his mouth and teeth to elongate. His hands became claws.... In moments, he became a demon, just like Iilana (If you want to know how he looks like, just imagine Spawn's the Violator and Dracula's demon form rolled into one and you got it).
Carl mumbled something along the lines of.
"Mimblewimbley..."
"Oh my God,"
muttered Anna-wearing Gabriel's jacket.
Gabriel grabbed a crossbow and fitted an arrow into it.
"Gabriel!"
Iliana barked.
"It is between Erik and I. Do not interfere."
Reluctantly, he placed it down.
"Let the others go."
Erik chuckled.
"Always the angel. Run along then."
Anna gave Iilana the thumbs-up sign before Gabriel picked her up and left, along with Carl towards the village.
In moments, Iilana too took her demon form. Both snarled and bared their canines at each other. Then, as if some signal had been given, both charged at each other. They clawed and bit viciously. Graves were broken and bloodstained as they fought. Both were equally skilled so the victor was uncertain. Then, spreading her wings, Iilana sped towards the hill nearby only for Erik to leap upon her, fangs bared. She slid down the hill, her clawed hands grasping Erik's snout. She bared her fangs and bit down HARD- on his arm. He booted her aside.
"Giving me a love-bite? How sweet."
He sneered, rubbing his raw shoulder.
Then, before she could react, he fought back viciously. She soon lay in his arms, bleeding, and in a torn suit.
Despite that...she's so beautiful.
He thought. Before he could do anything, an arrow shot him away from her. He looked up to see-Carl. He was angry-a first.
"Leave her, you filth!"
He laughed.
"So YOU are the one who is in love with her. See if you can stop me next time."
With that, he flew off. Carrying her gently, Carl rode back to the village- or what was left of it.
EARLIER
The trio was shocked at the sight that greeted them. The village was burning, many dead and many more were injured.
"My God...who did this?"
A snarl answered their question. Pushing Carl and Anna aside, Gabriel pulled out a few shurikens and flung them at the large hound behind him. It howled in a rage. Carl took this time to get back on his horse and return- with a crossbow- to help Iilana despite her warning. Meanwhile, Gabriel unsheathed a sword and stabbed the hound's flaming furry hide. It battered him aside and would have finished him off if Circe had not ordered it to cease and retreat.
RETREAT! I WANT THEM ALIVE-NEXT TIME!
With that, the hound was gone.
"Gabriel! Are you alright?"
Anna...
"You're alive..."
"Indeed. Iilana's spell worked."
"I'm sorry I killed you-
"It does not matter now."
Both of their faces were close to each other. Then,
"Gbriel! Anna!"
Both jerked away from each other-to see Carl holding Iilana in his arms.
"Iilana?"
"She's hurt! We need to save her-
"Along with the others!"
added Anna. The trio shook their heads at the situation.
"Well, things can't get any worse,"
replied Anna.
The Gods of Irony must be having fun at her expense, for it started to pour seconds after the words left Anna's mouth. Gabriel sighed and pushed his wet hair back and said,
"Anna, don't ever say things can't get any worse, for they WILL always get worse."
"Greetings, all. Hello, Iilana. Nice to see you again."
"ERIK?!"
"Who is he?"
"Why, Iilana, can't you remember your old flame?"
Erik purred. Carl felt-weird. He actually felt...jealous? All went,
"OLD FLAME?!"
Ignoring them, she turned to Erik and asked,
"What are you doing here, Erik? Did Circe send you?"
"Why yes indeed."
With that, he moved so fast that before anyone could say a word, he was at her side, holding her wrist.
"Come along-
SLAM!
He flew out of the crypt and hit a stone angel.
"Poor thing,"
commented Carl.
All looked at him.
"I meant the stone angel."
All went,
"Ohh...".
"Tell Circe if she wants to get me-take the initiative and come get me herself."
"You have become so cold-
"I went off you the moment I found out you helped Circe turn me into a demon. You disgust me."
The men winced at her cold barbs. (A/n: Move over Simon Cowell)
"You're indeed a beauty. You're so desirable when in a rage. Fine, I shall have to teach you a lesson-but not in this form, my love.". "
In moments, wings shot out of his back. His lovely face distorted for his mouth and teeth to elongate. His hands became claws.... In moments, he became a demon, just like Iilana (If you want to know how he looks like, just imagine Spawn's the Violator and Dracula's demon form rolled into one and you got it).
Carl mumbled something along the lines of.
"Mimblewimbley..."
"Oh my God,"
muttered Anna-wearing Gabriel's jacket.
Gabriel grabbed a crossbow and fitted an arrow into it.
"Gabriel!"
Iliana barked.
"It is between Erik and I. Do not interfere."
Reluctantly, he placed it down.
"Let the others go."
Erik chuckled.
"Always the angel. Run along then."
Anna gave Iilana the thumbs-up sign before Gabriel picked her up and left, along with Carl towards the village.
In moments, Iilana too took her demon form. Both snarled and bared their canines at each other. Then, as if some signal had been given, both charged at each other. They clawed and bit viciously. Graves were broken and bloodstained as they fought. Both were equally skilled so the victor was uncertain. Then, spreading her wings, Iilana sped towards the hill nearby only for Erik to leap upon her, fangs bared. She slid down the hill, her clawed hands grasping Erik's snout. She bared her fangs and bit down HARD- on his arm. He booted her aside.
"Giving me a love-bite? How sweet."
He sneered, rubbing his raw shoulder.
Then, before she could react, he fought back viciously. She soon lay in his arms, bleeding, and in a torn suit.
Despite that...she's so beautiful.
He thought. Before he could do anything, an arrow shot him away from her. He looked up to see-Carl. He was angry-a first.
"Leave her, you filth!"
He laughed.
"So YOU are the one who is in love with her. See if you can stop me next time."
With that, he flew off. Carrying her gently, Carl rode back to the village- or what was left of it.
EARLIER
The trio was shocked at the sight that greeted them. The village was burning, many dead and many more were injured.
"My God...who did this?"
A snarl answered their question. Pushing Carl and Anna aside, Gabriel pulled out a few shurikens and flung them at the large hound behind him. It howled in a rage. Carl took this time to get back on his horse and return- with a crossbow- to help Iilana despite her warning. Meanwhile, Gabriel unsheathed a sword and stabbed the hound's flaming furry hide. It battered him aside and would have finished him off if Circe had not ordered it to cease and retreat.
RETREAT! I WANT THEM ALIVE-NEXT TIME!
With that, the hound was gone.
"Gabriel! Are you alright?"
Anna...
"You're alive..."
"Indeed. Iilana's spell worked."
"I'm sorry I killed you-
"It does not matter now."
Both of their faces were close to each other. Then,
"Gbriel! Anna!"
Both jerked away from each other-to see Carl holding Iilana in his arms.
"Iilana?"
"She's hurt! We need to save her-
"Along with the others!"
added Anna. The trio shook their heads at the situation.
"Well, things can't get any worse,"
replied Anna.
The Gods of Irony must be having fun at her expense, for it started to pour seconds after the words left Anna's mouth. Gabriel sighed and pushed his wet hair back and said,
"Anna, don't ever say things can't get any worse, for they WILL always get worse."