Segment 3: The Creatures of Hell
The sound of beating wings, along with feathers shifting against each other filled the night. Slowly, a rain of black and white leathery feathers fell from the heavens, to blanket the earth with the only evidence of what happened this night. Two figures occupied the air this night, the forces of light and dark.
"Why do you flee Dark? I thought you wanted the pain?" The light opened his hand, thus forthcoming an orb of energy. Upon forcing his arm forward, the orb emerged from the energy, moving toward the direction the darkness rested in.
Damn Krad... Always so wasteful with his magic... The darkness shook his head, sighing to himself. Through the corner of his purple hue, he could see the movement of the energy orb. Shifting his weight to the side, thusly forcing his body to move with the action. He did not make it unharmed though, for the overall movement was sluggish, causing the end of his left black wing to become singed. The reddish-blackish blood leaked from the wound, running down his majestic black feathers, and falling to the ground, staining the feathers of black and white. With each flap of the wounded wing, a sharp pain would stab though the wing and into his shoulder joint. Wincing from the pain sightly, those deep purple hues of his searched the sky for his opposite.
Where is he? The darkness thought, as he turned around to look behind him. Nothing there... Then where? The thought was late, as he felt an arm wrap around his neck. Quickly forced against the body of the light, he growled to himself. "Dammit it Krad, let me go!"
"Ah, this seems rather familiar, doesn't it Dark?" The light asked, though a slight hint of mockery resided in his voice.
"No, it doesn't... Why don't you enlighten me as to why it seems familiar?"
"Because..." The light lowered his head so it rested on the darkness' shoulder. "This is the end for you... It will haunt your soul for eternity..." He whispered lightly, pulling his head back.
"Heh, you wish..."
"Wish? Hardly... This I know..." The light released his grip, though with a swift arm movement, struck the darkness in the back hard.
Fuck, why does that damn bastard always get me? The darkness thought as he fell. Opening his wings wouldn't help, for they were injured themselves, though he had a plan for later.
Upon seeing the feathers of black and white shoot up from the impact, the light slanted those emotionless ice blue hues of his. "Dark, are you dead?" He called, tilting his head to the side, as the wind blew past him, forcing his long, blond hair to move in the direction along with it.
Slowly, the once full moon became covered by a thick, black cloud. From it, the silence was broken by the sound of the rolling thunder in the distance. A flash of a blueish colored blot emerged from the cloud striking the ground below the light.
"Best go see what happened to him..." The light murmured as he slowly descended towards the ground.
Once the light landed on the ground, the skies opened up, unleashing the tears of the angels. The rain fell heavily upon the light, as he folded his wings, slanting his blue hues in an atempt to see though the rain and the night. Where did he land? The light thought, shifting his gaze to look around. A flash of bright blue would scatter the darkness that had gained control of the night due to the rain. In that flash, those ice hues would search the area for his opposite.
"Hmmmm..." The light wondered, slowly crossing his arms across his chest, those pure white wings of his shifting as the water ran down them, inbetween the feathers.
Through the sound of the rain and thunder, he could hear the sound of a bush move. Quickly turning to face the area where the noise had come from, he canted his head to the right. "Dark, I know you are there..." He said, slanting those ice blue hues of his looking between the drops. Taking a step forward, the rain water running down his clothes and face, only to drip off onto the already soaked ground. His golden mane dripped with the water that fell from the sky, though he has his attention focused on the bush.
Coming up to the bush, he kicked it with the tip of his shoe, watching as it shook from the force, dropping the water it had collected onto the grass and dirt that rested beneath it. Dammit, where is that bastard? He's got to be here some where... Or did he really die? Damn if he did... The light looked around, a slight growling rumbled in the pit of his throat.
"Hm, Krad, not as dumb as you appear to be are you?"
Before the light could react, he was pushed to the ground, feathers, water, and grass being forced windward, due to the pressure of the impact. A flash of lightning revealed to him who had caught him.
"Dammit, Dark, get the hell off of me!" The light growled, trying to prop himself up on his elbows, but to no avail. His deep, emotionless ice hues staring into the darkness' semi-warm purple ones. Water dripped from the oddly spiked purple hair, falling onto the light as did the water from the sky. Another clap of thunder would eliminate the steady slience, besides that of the water rainning onto the darkened planet.
"I thought you were going to kill me? Or was that just an empty threat as well?" The darkness asked, a slight hit of sarcasm hinted in his low voice.
"If you want to die so badly, I can made your wish come true..." The light only grinned in return, for he knew that there wasn't much he could do in his current predicament. Being forced to the ground, on wet and slippery grass didn't make life easy.
"Hmmm..." The darkness thought for a moment, contemplating that which he was told. "Sounds promising... Too bad I have too much to do, so I can't let you kill me, not yet at least... But... Unfortunately, there is nothing to stop me from killing you..." A sadistic grin crossed the features of the darkness, as lightning flashed in the background, followed by the drumroll of the angels.
"Sykira, wait a damn minute... Where the hell are we going?"
"I dunno, just run, before they catch us!"
"And your afraid of them?"
"Chet, no... It's just fun to watch them chase after us, cause their atempts are futile." The creature with the long, lava red hair looked to his companion, giving her a warm smile.
"... Sykira... You're an idiot..."
"Stop ruining my fun, Raji! It's fun to screw with people after you have been locked up for thousands of years."
"Whatever..." The white animal like creature rolled her deep red hues.
The one called Sykira wore all black. Gloves adoned his arms, though didn't cover all of his fingers. Wearing a skin tight shirt with a small vest placed on top of it, the lining of the vest was silver, and a silver ring in the middle held it all together. His pants gave more leaveway, being kinda baggy, but not to an extreme. Black, flexable shoes covered his feet, though allowing for all sorts of foot movements. His clothing was constructed for fast and flexable movement, and helped him greatly. Long, lava red bangs covered one hue, the other stood out. The one hue was a deep purple, as was the one covered by the red hair. His hair went to about his shoulders, the rest was pulled back into a white tie around that flowed down his body, the end of the tie around released what was left of his red mane. On top of his head rested a pair of navy blue dog-type ears, accompanied by brown, slightly curved horns. Three wings were folded along his back, though they were ever shifting due to becoming uncomfortable. The right wing was demonic, the fingers of the wing here blue, three black claws rested on top, the skin that connected the fingers was black, and torn at some parts. The left wing was angelic, though all the feathers were stained just as black as the night that had taken control. The last wing, came out of his back bone. This one was angelic and demonic. Fingers ran down the middle of the purple tinted feathers, the fingers, themselves, were a pigment of black. Three, navy blue tails emerged from his coccyx. At the end of these tails, that had a lion-like appearance, was red hair, like on his skull. He was the exact opposite of his associate, who was adorned with lighter colorations.
Raji, the other one, didn't have too much of a humanic appearance. Her body was covered in dove white fur, though along her chest and stomach was deep black fur, which kinda threw off her odd appearance. Her face was in the shape of a muzzle, due to the fact she was a jackal. Around those deep, blood red hues, was an oddly shaped blue marking. One strand of her long purple mane hung in her face, dividing it into almost perfect symmetry. On either side by her cheeks, there were small braids, at about the base of her skull, there were two more small braids that flowed with her deep purple hair. That mane of hers hung down, past her waist and was let loose, to blow in the free wind. A white top covered her breasts, but they were covered natually by long, black fur. Her lower half was covered by a white skirt, with slits on the sides, revealing the fur up to her thighs. A poofy white tail swayed with the motion of her hips as she followed Sykira. In her hand, she held a staff in the shape of an ankh, the ankh was gold in color. From her shoulder blades, emerged two mahogany demonic wings, though they had no visable fingers showing. Her pawed feet made light sounds as they ran, she cursed to herself.
"Sykira!" She called after him, "Where are we going?"
"To find the one who sealed our fates..." A malicious grin crossed his demonic features as he ran.
"Where is he?"
"Can you not feel the magic in the air, or has your sense dulled over the thousands of years?"
"No, I can feel it..."
"Good, then lets go!"
Sykira stopped, opening two of his three wings, then bending his knees to push himself upward when he unbent them. Once in the sky, he flapped those two wings to stay airborne, waiting for Raji.
Raji followed his influence, but opening her wings and taking off. When she met him in the sky, he made a small hand motion, the two taking off in that direction.
The guards who were chasing them had given up by now, just turning to go and get a cup of coffee, and act like this never happened. The two demons of Hell were released, hoping to make all Hell freeze over.