Angelic Vengeance

Chapter 3: Rescue, part two

Hey guys! It's ChrystalDragoness here, with a new chapter of Angelic Vengeance ;). This chapter is from a certain plan-making demon's point of view, and beware, she is quite skilled in the use of vehement language! But, Alias has to be my favourite out of the bunch. She's just so much fun to write!

Anyways, on with the story! I don't own AnE :( *Alias points and laughs*

Alias wondered if all science facilities were so easy to break into, or if it was just her awesome strategic plans. And no, she wasn't going to be modest about it. Modest just wasn't her style.

And besides, her strategic skills and plans were badass.

Currently, she was crawling along through the vents of the huge scientific facility with Wafer.

The humans HAD obviously put some thought into keeping intruders out. The hallways were heavily occupied with guards and scientists, cameras were all over the place, and security measures were very high.

But they were demons. Things like that were cakewalks to get by to them. A little 'barrier' wasn't going to stop them either. And neither were these vents that were much too small for the average human-sized anything.

This was why old 'I'm fucking better than you' Spazleth (he was a VERY pompous asshole and had quite a temper) had to go fetch Okumura-chan, because even if he had the ability to be invisible, he didn't have an ability that would allow him to fit into such a small space.

'Unlike us.' Alias thought, quite smugly, as she continued to pad through the dark vents that she could see perfectly in, thanks to her night vision.

She looked at Aros, who, at the moment, was in shadow form. The strange dancings of pitch black shadows around her were the only reminder that the frail looking half demon was actually there.

She once again examined her form. It was absolutely fucking brilliant. It was so freakin' brilliant that if she was saying this out loud, she would be saying it in such a posh, English accent, that the queen of England would be begging Alias for 'posh English accent lessons'.

Fuck yeah, that's how awesome it was.

At the moment, Alias was a pitch black cat with her own tail on it instead of a normal cat tail, so it was basically a reptilian scaly tail that had a tip shaped like a spade (or a heart. Depends on which way you look at it...) and she retained her piercing emerald green eyes.

All in all, she was badass. All the rest of 'em shapeshifter bitches ain't got NOTHIN' on her. After all, she was the most badass and powerful shapeshifter bitch in a long time.

She once again ran over the map that she had memorized immediately and completely because of her photographic memory, and found them to be nearing the large storage room where Kurikara was.

"Oi, Wafer, we're almost there." She whispered to the slithering shadows that were pooling around her feet.

"Yes Alias, I know that. Do you forget that I'm actually NOT an idiot and that I had made the map myself?" Aros snapped back in a voice that sounded like snakes hissing. (Or bacon cooking. That shit sizzles, you know.)

WELL. The little fucktard can be fucking snarky in shadow form.

Alias simply curled her lips into an animalistic snarl. Well, she was a cat at the moment. Obviously her snarl would be animalistic.

Shaking herself out of her amazing thoughts, she glimpsed a flash of bright light and saw the vent's end. Her eyes immediately lit up and she hurried over. She nearly yelled 'FREEDOOOOOOOOM!' but held it back. This was very important, so she had to do the impossible. Keep quiet.

But, she was also trained in the art of being a ninja (not really. That was Aros' forte).

She reached the end of the vent quickly, and peered through the slits in it to see what was down there.

Surprisingly, there were minimal guards and cameras and shit. They must fucking think that this place is safe, due to the vault door that they thought would protect them from all the other silly humans that might get in. And they obviously thought that demons weren't a problem because that barrier would have triggered their alarm system and exorcists would have taken care of them.

Fortunately, Spazleth wasn't good for nothing.

The storage room was very drab and grey, but very large, probably taking up the entire level. It was filled with a bunch of paraphernalia that was just about everywhere, covering shelves, strewn across the floor, and there was even a couple of skeletons hung on the cieling. The drop was about forty feet from where she was, and the room must have been forty five feet tall.

Alias grinned before using her paws and pushing the vent cover out. Immediately a tentacle of shadow snaked past her and caught it before it hit the ground. Alias nodded at the shadows behind her and jumped from the vent.

The wind rushed through her soft fluffy fur and roared in her ears. Alias smiled happily as she gazed at the quickly nearing floor in excitement. Now THIS is fun. She was about five feet from the floor when she quickly used her shapeshifting ability to get black leathery wings that resembled a dragon's...or a demon's.

She quietly chuckled and pulled up quickly, and just in time too, for if she hadn't she would've been a furry little pancake smushed on the ground. Mmmmm, pancakes. She could go for pancakes right now.

She hurriedly shook her head of the thoughts of delicious pancakes (with whipped cream, and strawberries, and especially maple syrup!) and landed safely on the rafters on the ceiling. She turned her head to see a dark, shadowy glob slide quietly out of the vent that was once again closed, and then silently gather on the floor to meld into a vaguely human shape. Alias watched as the shadows seemed to peel off to simply leave an innocent looking Aros standing in its place. Tch. Cool looking little fucktard. It obviously didn't look as cool as she could make HER shifting look like, but please. The little fucker already had enough firepower.

She quietly snorted and gently let herself float to the floor. She wouldn't let Aros have the satisfaction of seeing her jealous. Envy just wasn't her style. She landed lightly on the floor, the soft pads of her paws making little to no noise, and quickly shapeshifted, feeling the extra limbs on her back melt back into her, getting bigger, the black fur disappearing, among all of the other normal things you feel when you shapeshift. Which would probably make a normal person nauseous. Alias stretched and stood up on two legs rather than four, and quickly used her amazing awesome demon senses (which was one of the few things Aros didn't have. Achievement achieved!) to discern if anyone had heard them and were coming towards them. The first thing she noted was that it REEKED of musty, dusty stuff. She could smell the rotting pages of books, decades worth of dust piled up in some of the shells, and she even caught the scent of old. Just old in general. It was like walking straight into a human's old folks home, the scent of ALMOST death, but not quite. It was like weather beaten clothes, worn by a man who lived in the oldest house in America, for at least fifty years, and then set in a barrel of dust to sit undisturbed for a century or two.

Ugh. The scent gave Alias the heebie jeebies.

Other than the awful scent of old, Alias didn't find anything out of the ordinary. She didn't hear any one coming their way, nor could she feel anyone near them using her heat sense. In fact, the only person she could sense was Aros and herself, so obviously the two guards that she'd seen before were gone.

She grinned at Aros, who was obviously confused as to what she was doing.

"Heheheh, looks like we're all alone together now, Wafer!" She grinned at wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, but Aros looked vaguely concerned/disturbed about that comment, so Alias decided to lighten the mood. She didn't need Azleth to go all crazy apeshit bananas on her ass for making his 'precious younger sibling' feel uncomfortable. Damn, that man boy was clingy.

"Al'ight, where d'ya think tha sword is, Wafer?" She said, her voice slipping into a sort of southern drawl that she liked to use lately. Yeah, America was pretty awesome.

But it could never compare to Canada, in Alias' opinion. Canadians made the best pancakes.

"Well, it might be in here. I think they moved it since yesterday. If you use your heat sense you should be able to find it."

Alias blatantly raised her eyebrow at this comment. "Dude, it'sa mothafuckin' SWORD. Objects dun HAVE heat imprints."

Aros stared at her with a blank look. "What? Do I have somethin' on ma face?"

"Alias, the sword contains the blue flames of SATAN. I don't think you'll have a problem finding its heat imprint."

Oh. Well now she just felt stupid.

Alias huffed and concentrated, this time not on the heat of flesh and blood, but for the familiar heat of flames. The first thing she remarked was her own imprint, like a big green blob of fire, and then, like someone slowly turning on a light, everything around her seemed to come into focus. She could sense quite a few things now, and some of them piqued her interest. She could sense an extremely powerful and potent essence of a Phoenix, and holy SHIT those things are hard to come by. She was DEFINITELY stealing that. She would be an idiot if she were to pass up opportunities like that. There were also a fuck ton of other cool shit, but she didn't have time to focus on those. Soon, a huge, powerful imprint flooded out her senses of all the others. She saw it, a blindingly blue imprint in the shape of one of her favourite weapons. A katana. It was fuckin' awesome! This bitch must be powerful.

She opened her eyes again and tried to get used to the feeling of seeing with her eyes. Damn, she hated that part. She looked at Aros, and then walked in the direction of the crazy powerful sword, gesturing for him to follow. Immediately, she saw the iron vault door that no doubt lead to a room full of awesome shit. Jackpot!

She chuckled, her klepto tendencies were coming out at the prospect of all this loot. She smirked and looked towards Aros, who got the gist of what she was trying to say. A shadow once again took the place of the little fucktard, and it slipped past the ever so minuscule cracks in the vault. Such was the advantages of being a shadow. After a few minutes, the vault door slowly slid outwards.

"Alias, I believe you may be interested in this."

Alias scrunched up her nose and walked in. What on earth (Assiah. Whatever!) did the kid find that he thought would be interest her that much?

As soon as Alias walked in, her eyes bugged out and her mouth fell open.

For this room was filled with some of her favourite things in the world.

Weapons and materials.

She looked in awe over the countless weapons on the walls, just waiting to be picked up and used, to be stained with blood, to be...

...she wasn't going to continue that trail of thought.

But what she was really excited about was the materials.

"HOLY MOTHERFUCKING JESUS BITCHES!" She exclaimed, her fingers gently brushing across a box filled to the brim with mish mashes of a metal that looked like silver.

"What's wrong, Alias?" Aros said, looking genuinely confused.

"Aros, do you realize what this is?!"

"No."

"AROS! THIS IS STABILIZED CRYESIUM! DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING RARE THIS SHIT IS?! I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS SHIT FOR CENTURIES, AND THIS IS THE FIRST BIT I'VE FOUND! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU GUYS SAY, ALL OF THIS SHIT IS MINE NOW!" Alias yelled, fumbling a bit trying to take off one of her combat boots, and when she did, she turned it upside down, as if trying to shake sand out of it. Instead, a small leather pouch fell out. Alias put on her boot again before picking up the pouch and bringing it to her mouth and breathed out, inflating to the size of a backpack.

'Ah, magic holding bags, how much I love you' Alias thought, before emptying the entirety of the box into the bag, which looked as if it hadn't even begun to get filled.

Alias nodded to herself, and then begun to rave about all the other things in the room, emptying the entire vault of its contents.

She looked back at one point to see Aros watching her numbly, as if shocked by her audacity.

"Well, aren't you going to help me Wafer?" Aros nodded numbly and started to collect more things for her and putting them in her magic holding bag.

After a they had stripped the room of all of its contents, they had finally found Kurikara hidden in the back of the room.

"Ah, we finally found it! Isn't that great Alias!" Aros said, who seemed to finally get over Alias' klepto tendencies.

"Yup. Now, until Spazleth contacts us through telepathy, this place is victim to me! WAHAHAHAHA!" Alias exclaimed, excitedly walking out of the vault and collecting even more objects in her bag.

Aros just sighed and said "Wait for me, Alia-chan!"

LINELINELINELINELINE

After an hour and emptying the most part of the storage room of its stuff, Alias and Aros received a message via telepathy from, who else, but Azleth.

'Guys, we have a problem.'

Alias got up and said "Ugh, what did that idiot do now?" Before turning into a winged cat again and flying into the vent again.

Aros simply sighed and smiled, before turning into shadow form and following after the troublesome scatterbrained kleptomaniac of a demon, and sent a telepathic message straight back to Azleth.

'Hold on and tell me where to meet up, Nii-san, we'll be right there.'

Done! Next chapter will hold a brief appearance for an OC or two! I look forward to posting the finished product for you guys! It will probably take a little longer for me to post it, but it's coming!

Oh, yes, kudos to a certain reviewer who had noticed a little detail! I'm pretty sure you know who you are. Don't worry, next chapter is going to have an answer to your question and lot of small details (and sad moments)! Remember, tell me what you liked, didn't like, what I should change, and what I should improve on!

Oh yeah, I'm kind of in need for a couple of cool bad guys. If you guys could help me out, that'd be great!

Sincerely, ChrystalDragoness