Look… I'll admit, it's an odd chapter. This is still serious, not humour, this chapter just comes across fairly humorous.
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Scripture VII - A Wise Man Knows not Only How to Attain Success, but Also when Success is Impossible.
"FALLEN!" Ramiel screamed as loud as he could, leaping from his chair to attack the Fallen Angel with the kitchen knife he had snatched up from the worktop. Already the redheaded abomination was unfurling her wings, displaying purest black wings as large, if not larger than his own. She was obviously powerful, but with the element of surprise she would fall like any other.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see the dark haired girl, Kirika snatching her gun up and getting ready to fire, a small grin lit Ramiel's face. One more Fallen dead.
Without warning she struck. Faster than any mortal could hope to achieve she ducked forwards and slammed into Ramiel with her palm extended, smashing it into his stomach and winding him. In his moment of weakness she attacked again, placing him in between herself and Kirika so that the young Asian could not fire, Ramiel tried to slash blind with his knife but felt his arm caught by hers, a swift jerk to the side and down had him bent over with his face facing the ground and his arm held out horizontally behind him. There was a loud snap and a scream as she brought her elbow down on his twisted arm.
"Don't move or he dies!" She shouted out, kneeling next to Ramiel's broken form with the knife to his throat. The young Angel let out a whimper as his arm screamed to him in pain, he held it to his chest to try and lessen the agony.
"Don't listen to her, kill her!" He called to them, but stopped as the bitch behind him pressed the knife further into his throat, pricking his skin. Kirika looked to Mireille for instruction, who was at that moment slowly bringing her gun out of her handbag.
"Continue if you want this Angel to die, then I'll attack you. Just put the gun down and talk Mireille." The blonde didn't stop.
You just don't understand Fallen, she doesn't care about me. She will simply kill us both. The thought scared him, but then again, he was as good as dead anyway with his own kind casting him out. The Fallen Angel had obviously realised this too.
"Besides… I have information you need…. Remember?"
This made Mireille pause, throughout this Kirika had not batted an eyelid but had stayed with her gun trained on the Fallen Angel's head, simply waiting for Mireille's command.
To Ramiel's surprise the blonde let her gun fall back into the handbag.
"Alright." She answered. "What now?" There was a release of tension from the Angel holding him, and had he been at a hundred percent he would have capitalised on it to escape. As it were he merely sat in the clutches of his enemy, cradling his throbbing arm.
"What I said earlier, it was all true. I'm here to help you, I merely defended myself against your trigger-happy friend here. I still intend to be your ally. So if you promise to let me explain then I will let him go." Her voice was warm and was whispered against his ear, making him shiver slightly at the feeling rushing through him. Angels weren't above such thoughts, it was simply how one dealt with them that made you Divine.
"Kirika, don't shoot." Mireille instructed of the young girl, who kept the gun pointing at the Fallen Angel a moment longer than necessary, a silent promise, before letting it drop to her side.
"How can you trust her?" Ramiel demanded incredulously of the blonde assassin, "She's Fallen! You cannot trust Fallen!" He was again silenced when the arm around his neck tightened and this time the knife drew a dribble of blood.
"I don't like you much either Divine, but I'm willing to stomach you." The way she said the word "divine" made it sound like an insult. "Or… I could just kill you?"
"No!" Mireille commanded, making the blade stop and Ramiel let out a breath of relief, "If you come here in peace then you don't harm anything. That goes for you too Ramiel. No attacking her just because she's a Fallen Angel."
"You hear that white-wing? Give up now, show your inferiority to me." She taunted in a smug voice, at the mere thought of that Ramiel bristled and growled angrily. He would never allow her dominance over him!
"Go to Hell." He gritted back to her. Mireille watched worriedly, but made no move to intervene.
"You forget, I've been there. You think you can get out of my grip like that? Just surrender to me, I'll let you live, besides we'll be allies soon."
"Malyssa! Put him down." Mireille commanded with an edge to her voice.
"Put him down!" She commanded, not fully understanding what was going on here, but not liking the tension in the air. Why did Ramiel not just surrender for now and let that be it? Was his pride so damned big? Malyssa turned to regard her.
"It's an Angel thing Mireille, I won't harm him." She applied pressure to his arm, making him yelp, "As long as he submits."
Submits to what? She wondered. Looking at Kirika showed that she was just as confused as Mireille was, but she seemed to be willing to simply watch.
"Ramiel…" Mireille spoke, "Just give into her for now, we have important things to discuss." The look he gave her in reply made her pause.
"You don't understand!" He snapped back at her, but she could see a faint glimmer of shame or fear in his eyes, as if he was asking her for help.
"Malyssa, that's enough, whether he submits or not, let him go now!" She snarled out, annoyed at the both of them in equal measure, she assumed it would be easier to reason with Malyssa than Ramiel.
She was wrong.
"NO!" The redhead snarled, throwing her weight onto Ramiel and dragging him to the floor, Mireille froze on the spot as they wrestled on the floor for a brief moment, the knife having been knocked away. It didn't seem as if anyone was going to be killed so Mireille just watched in a little confusion.
Malyssa was winning, that much was obvious, though Ramiel was holding her off fairly well with only one working arm. It didn't take long however for Malyssa to pin him down on his back with his good arm against his own throat and his bad arm in Malyssa's grasp. His wings splayed about underneath him as she sat on his stomach with her legs on either side of him.
"Pride will get you nowhere kid, now give up!" She snarled angrily at him, pulling on his arm in a manner that made Mireille want to go and stop it. Ramiel's pained cries weren't helping. Kirika looked to be fighting with herself whether or not to attack.
Ramiel tried kneeing her in the back but the woman simply bared her teeth and slapped him painfully, leaving a large red mark on his face.
"Last chance kid, give in now, or I swear when you do submit I'll make it worse for you." She finished her threat by twisting his broken arm, making sure they all heard the grinding bones mingling with Ramiel's pained whimpers.
"…" Ramiel whispered something so quietly that Mireille could not make it out. Malyssa grinned madly.
"What did you say kid?" She demanded in a pleased voice.
"I submit…." He said it just a little louder. She applied more pressure to his arm.
"AHH! I SUBMIT! Please don't hurt me…." Even as he said it his white wings began withdrawing under him and into his back, making Malyssa's grin widen, if she were a cat Mireille was sure her tail would be swishing happily.
Mireille let out a breath as the redhead released his arm, letting it fall at the young Angel's side. Ramiel made no threatening gesture as he let his muscles go limp and remained with his arms laying out beside him.
"There." Malyssa said in a soft voice, "Not so difficult was it?" She leaned down to Ramiel's face and looked into his eyes for a moment, making Mireille wonder for the tenth time just what the Hell was going on.
"Alright, Malyssa you've made your point, let him go." Neither of them moved as Malyssa studied him strangely.
Before Mireille could even sigh in frustration Malyssa dived down and began kissing the young Divine Angel passionately, pressing her lips against his and dipping her tongue into his mouth. Mireille gaped like a fish out of water. Kirika tilted her head to the side in mild confusion and kept watching.
"Just what the HELL do you think you are doing on my floor?" She cried out in anger and shock, what was this? Some kind of warped Angelic mating ritual, you had to beat the crap out of who you wanted to marry in Heaven? Throughout her thought Malyssa continued to engage in a kiss which looked designed to clear out a good portion of the upper intestine.
"THAT'S IT! STOP NOW!" Mireille screamed, losing all patience as she fired a shot into the ground by their heads. The message got through as Malyssa's body froze and her face slowly lifted up. She turned to face Mireille with a blush, of all things, covering her face.
"Oh…" She commented with the blush growing, along with Mireille's confusion, "I guess I got carried away, sorry." She quickly climbed off of Ramiel and stood up, Ramiel made no move to climb to his feet, and yet at the same time didn't look as shocked or mortified as Mireille would have expected.
"You can get up now Ramiel." Mireille commented with a deep sigh, feeling a mounting headache coming on. He made no move to follow her order. Malyssa smiled a Cheshire smile.
"You can stand up now Ramiel." Malyssa this time repeated what Mireille had said. Ramiel slowly climbed to his feet with one arm hanging useless and his face looking at the floor. "Oh stop pouting!" Malyssa commanded.
"Kirika? Take Ramiel and clean him up, re-set his arm while you are at it." Kirika nodded and led Ramiel away, Mireille could see the small amount of apprehension on his face, Mireille pitied him, it would be very painful. But she had more important problems.
"Okay Malyssa, what the hell did you just do? What have you done to him?" Malyssa didn't drop her grin.
"I just did what has not been done for six hundred years! I subdued a Divine Angel!" She sounded far too happy, and not a bit apologetic about the experience. Mireille glared at her angrily.
"Care to explain?" She hissed.
"Oh sure. Basically I made him submit to me, in a way I suppose you could say I showed dominance over him. We Angels are a little more primal in our characteristics, it's what makes us so dangerous. Basically he will be fine when the depression of losing wears off, but he'll almost always submit to me and do anything I say!" She clapped her hands together at this and Mireille let out another frustrated sigh.
"So he's a Fallen Angel now?" She asked, wondering if that was why he had withdrawn his wings.
"No he's not, and he probably wouldn't follow my commands to kill his own kind, primal urges don't extend that far. Also he might be a little resentful, not only because he has broken a long chain of Divine Angels never submitting, but because I have shown my superiority and he will want to prove himself against me. So he might challenge me a little. Think of wolves in a pack, I'm now the Alpha male…. Or Alpha female…"
"And that made you almost rape him?" At this Malyssa's face went beet red but she smiled through it.
"Pretty much, it's a heady feeling being dominant over someone and it made me act more primal. Besides he's cute…. Nice butt too!" Mireille could only sigh at this, she was too exasperated to be angry.
"And now he has a broken arm and will be useless to us…"
"It'll heal before tomorrow night. Angelic healing powers. He'll be fine, but more importantly, why is a Divine Angel here?" More importantly? Mireille thought to herself angrily.
"We helped him kill a Fallen Angel and helped him heal, he's a friend, so watch where you step! And no sex in this apartment!" She added as an afterthought and then cursed herself for how stupid she sounded. Aspirin was sounding like a good idea right now, that or a large bottle of Scotch whiskey.
"Yeah fine, look, Mireille, I'm very tired is there somewhere I can sleep?" A loud snap and a yell echoed across the apartment, making the both of them wince.
"No there isn't, Ramiel has the futon on the floor, I can get you a pillow and you can sleep on the ground." Mireille stopped as Malyssa smiled and waved her away.
"It's okay, I'll sleep with Ramiel, no don't worry not sex, I have my standards! It'll be much comfier." As she finished she walked off to get Ramiel.
"I don't think he'll let you." Mireille called after her, wondering when the situation went so far out of her control.
"I don't think he'll dare stop me." Malyssa called back before disappearing around the corner of the petition.
"Stupid Angels…" Mireille muttered to herself as she climbed into her own bed that she shared with Kirika, with Ramiel here she had to get undressed under the covers. What would living with two Angels, one Divine and one Fallen be like?
The answer came to her easily.
Bloody complicated….. and they hadn't even achieved anything this night? With those bastards hunting them they couldn't afford to waste time like this…
Okay this is odd…. It sounds like a humour chapter and I guess it is. But it IS an integral part of the storyline! I promise! I have not given up on seriousness or anything, and the next chapter is planned to be fairly serious!
Keep in mind, what may be of humour to you, is torture, shame and defeat for Ramiel… and fatal complications for Noir. See! It's all part of the plot.
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