Chapter 11
Mazdikeen waited in the shadows of the alleyway, on top of the rooftop. Her dark eyes zeroed in on her prey, the little rat that had escaped her earlier.
Her tongue licked her pearl white teeth, dark eyes eyeing the little thing like she was a cat that had spotted a particularly plump mouse. Her fingers curled into a fist as anger arose within the head torturer of Hell. Maz never forgot about the humiliation the little pigeon put her through. No one, not even a Messenger with the basic skills of fighting, humiliated her.
But as much as Maz wanted to pounce, right there, right now, she knew she had to wait. She made the mistake of pouncing too early, without a plan of action in mind. Maz learned from her mistakes.
If she wasn't careful this time and then she would miss her chance to get answers.
Her fingers softly drummed on the bricks.
The pigeon was watching the Lux's entrance. Maybe she was hoping Lucifer would come out? Maz smirked to herself. This little Messenger probably wasn't good at gathering intel, otherwise she would know that a party like the one going on now wasn't going to end until the sky was turning pink with the new sun. Or maybe….
Maz leaned forward a bit, her brow furrowing a bit. Maybe this pigeon wasn't as stupid as she thought.
She would be waiting until Lucifer would wear himself out, and he would be too tired to fight her off.
Smart little bitch, isn't she? Maz thought. Clever as they come.
Too bad that wasn't going to save her.
Maz jumped down, landing in a crouch. The little pigeon was startled, whirling around with the face of fear. Tears prickled in the young being's green orbs.
The fear smelled so good.
"Hello little pigeon." Maz snarled.
"Don't call me that." The Messenger whispered. Her voice shook.
Oh, Maz was going to have fun.
"Why not?" Maz asked, cocking her head, walking her way towards the little Messenger, swaying her hips seductively. "You are nothing more than a little pigeon, caught in the snares of the hawks and eagles that tower over you."
"Elegantly put and very well known." The dark-haired Messenger stood, shakily, and slid out a sword. One that Maz immediately recognized.
A Heavenly Sword, one that burned with Holy Fire.
A sword that, if wielded by someone like an Archangel or Principality, could be dangerous and could utterly destroy the essence of a demon. But it wasn't in the hands of an Archangel, Principality or even a Seraphim.
It was in the hands of an untrained Messenger that was utterly terrified of Maz.
"Why are you here, pigeon? Why take on the Devil himself when you can barely hold that sword in your hand?"
Tears fell from the Messenger's eyes but she remained silent.
"Fine. Be that way." Maz stepped back. "A little persuasion is what we need here."
Without warning, Maz leapt into the air, coming down on the Messenger. She was so shocked that she didn't think about raising her sword upward to protect herself. The angel dropped it as Maz collided with her, the blade thankfully not cutting Maz's skin. The Messenger backed up; her eyes wide. Maz slid the blade back deeper into the alleyway.
"Night, night, little pigeon." Maz muttered as she leapt forward once again, before smacking the Messenger so hard that the young being collapsed.
Maz shook her head, muttering about how much more difficult than it should've been. All the while picking the unconscious being up and throwing her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Hopefully, getting answers won't be as difficult.