The five sitting at the table looked to where the scream was emanating from, and were surprised to hear it coming from outside. Everyone in the cafeteria quickly jumped up, rushing to where the scream had come from. Christopher and Eamon were at the head of the rushing group, and as they burst out the door, they saw something that made their hearts almost stop beating.
It was a large gang of demons, behemoths loomed above them, and smaller ones were clustering around a group of nuns, none of them armed, and all crying, their faces held in agony. And then, he walked out. Rael.
Impeccably dressed as ever, in a tailored black suit, the man just walked forward, drawing his rapier, and wearing the same cocky smirk as the last time Christopher and Eamon saw him, he just chuckled slightly as he walked to them.
"Well, well, looks like you and the half-breed survived. I must say I'm impressed, but this time, you two won't get away too easily. As a warning to all you militia here at the Magdalene Order, back off if you don't want to meet your maker," his voice was smooth, like velvet, and commanded every bit of attention as he smirked, walking forward with liquid grace.
"Stay back, I'll handle him…" Eamon spat behind him to the militia. "Do you have any more fight left in you?" he asked to Christopher, who nodded her head.
"I have all the fight I need…" she replied, her voice deadly quiet as she walked forward, a large wind whipping around her in a mini gale, making her hair swirl above her like snakes to a charmer and ripped the bandages off her skin, sending them whirling to heavens.
As she stood there, she felt it, the power in her, locked, and she felt it breaking loose, and then the burning pain, just above her ears, and she fell it race through her body, free. And once the wind settled, she could hear a portion of the militia draw back…
Rosette pulled out her gun, checking for the amount of ammo still in it, and she looked at Chrono, who nodded his head quickly.
"When I say go," she whispered just loudly enough for him to hear, when their attention was drawn by Christopher, who now looked just a bit different.
Just above her ears were a pair of demonic horns, long and slender, protruding out of her hair, which was now a deep blood red all the way to the roots, and short, cut roughly at her chin, with one slim braid running down to the ground. She slowly held up her right arm, and they could see a frightening black aura twining up it, giving the pattern of snake scales delicately on her skin. But protruding out of her back were a pair of black wings, the feathers a deep coal that shimmered oddly in the light.
"What the…" Rosette trailed off, and then quickly shook her head, nodded to Chrono, and they darted into the fight, as Eamon and Rael began to fight, or rather Eamon dodge the blade of Rael.
Christopher had already quickly darted into the air, and her right arm shot out, sending a wave of the black energy out, hitting various demons, and then, a shock wave of fire sent many into a brilliant blaze. The air was filled with the sound of holy spirits as they collided with various demons, but it was a losing battle.
There were far too many demons, and no matter how many were burned, beaten, or shot, three more took their place for every one that fell. Azmaria stood there, doing her best to avoid the fight, as she was not the one for physically assaulting any demons. But it seemed the demons knew this, as many started advancing on the small girl, who was too far away from the door to head back in and hide. But help came from Christopher, as she landed gracefully in front of the girl, casting a glance back at the girl with pure red eyes with cat like slits for pupils. A odd mark ran down across her left eye, and Azmaria couldn't help but pull away slightly from the girl, who looked suddenly frightening, the dress she wore in tatters, and rather revealing, the middle of the bodice torn out and the skirt torn to above her knees and the arms and neck gone from the top.
"Are you alright?" Christopher asked quickly, and luckily her voice still remained the same, giving comfort to the young girl.
"Ah… yes… LOOK OUT!" she quickly pointed at one of the demons which had advanced quickly, hoping to take out Christopher so the girl would be an easy target. But Christopher swung her right arm, her claw like fingers digging into the demon's flesh, sending him flying into the air.
"Can you fight, or do anything?" Christopher growled as her right hand sent a stream of flames to engulf the demons that were still advancing…
Meanwhile, Eamon was battling with Rael, and was not winning. With no weapon to be seen, all he could do was dodge the sharp, thin blade as it cut into various parts of his body. But he was still fighting, that is, until he heard a nun scream, holding onto her arm which was bleeding ferociously. It was in that split second that he faltered, looking at the woman, worried, when he felt the blade plunge deep into his chest, right into his heart.
It was odd, all he felt was cold and his lungs refused to breathe as his heart failed, pumping the last of his blood out of his body. He sunk slowly to the ground, as though falling through water and blood filled his mouth, and slowly, his eyes darkened. He could barely feel the blade be pulled out, and the sound of laughter, and the last thing he heard was "So the great Israfel has fallen at last, that's what you get for becoming human…" and tears slowly fell from his eyes, landing softly on the ground.
Christopher noticed instantly, as she felt him die, and Azmaria noticed the girl falter, pulling back slightly, and saw the shock on her face.
"What?" Azmaria asked, worried.
"He's dying… Eamon's dying…" she heard her whisper and suddenly, Christopher felt weak, her knees giving out from under her, as she felt a burning pain stab through her heart, and she collapsed on the floor, a thick wave of energy seemed to explode off of her, sending a large portion of the demons into oblivion, suddenly falling into ash and being whipped into the air by the wind that issued from the girl.
Azmaria attempted to catch her, only slowing her fall. As she looked up, she clasped her hands to her chest, and with that, sang, hoping to heal the wounded, and maybe even stave off the demons that still fought with a blood thirsty lust.
The air was filled with the true notes of her voice that danced through the air.
They weaved in and out of the demons and humans alike, until finally settling on the dead Eamon, who lay sprawled on the grass, lying in a large pool of his blood. The moment the notes reached Rael, his smirk dropped, and yet again, disappeared in a flurry of feathers, many settling on Eamon, who, to anyone else, looked to be just sleeping.
But as the notes reached Eamon, he felt it, like a jolt of electricity, and then… darkness… but there was someone calling his name…
-Sorry this chapter so short, the next chapter will be longer, I promise. Thanks, and please review. Oh, and Eamon's not dead, and neither is Christopher.