Author's Notes:
And here I am! With your next chapter. Well, while I consider this chapter filler, there is some useful information in this chapter…well I think.
Disclaimer: Hey…look…it made it. I own nothing except any OC's and the plot.
United
The soft, constant clacking of heels against metal is the only sound that fills the empty hallway. Monochrome, gray hues dominate the room from an ashen gray to a dull gray. All around, the walls seem to vibrate with an ethereal presence.
Mai stiffens slightly, the sound of her heavy breathing matching the even clicks of her heels. She knows exactly where she is; in fact, she had been here numerous times.
This, these, are the walls that lead to the half' n' half council. Every time a hybrid is born, they are checked along with their parents, and the group is inducted into the small community. Or at least the community had been small when she was young.
Coming to the end of the hallway, there is a large portrait of a blonde hair lady with bright green eyes. Mai sighs; this picture always brings back awkward memories of her teen years. She and Pegasus had a short fling, but thanks to an internal disease, the two never made it to marriage. He is still obsessed with her, and apparently, is under severe watch in the fear that he might commit suicide.
Upon entering the 'main room,' she comes face to face with a large throne, and perched atop it sits Pegasus, her older brother.
"Ah Mai dear, how long has it been?" Pegasus asks good-naturedly. Mai shrugs, instead taking the time to look around and take in all the changes.
The council's seats are no longer floating, where the council could look condescendingly down at her. Instead, the room is painted a snazzy red with gold crowning encircling the ceiling and white encasing the bottom. The floor is a sleek, black marble, with tiny specks of white scattered around its surface, and suddenly, Mai feels greatly out of place in the magnificent room.
"Too long," Mai jokes good-naturedly, a small smile gracing her lips. Pegasus nods in agreement, stepping off his throne and making his way to his sister. The two embrace tightly as Pegasus motions with his hand for a slave to get them both a glass of wine.
"Come, sister, we must catch up on old times." Pegasus sings, leading Mai towards a door behind the throne. Taking one last look around the room, Mai smiles before following her brother.
They enter into a white room with monotonous gray chairs and tables ringing around the room. At the head of the room stands a larger, gray chair—possibly acting as a makeshift throne—and a singular desk. Mai chuckles to herself, thinking how this reminds her of the old court room.
Once the door has shut, Pegasus's bubbly smile dissipates into a frown and his bright, jubilant eyes wither into tired slits of mud brown. Mai gasps, the sudden change catching her off guard.
"Sister, I wish we could meet on better terms, but things are just so confusing right now." Pegasus explains, a small, melancholy smile creeping onto his face.
"We are currently in a civil war against some radicals who believe that we are the ultimate being. In fact, they believe that we half breeds should rule the Angel and Demon Realms." Pegasus continues, pacing around the room as he speaks. His hands are folded against his abdomen, and his fingers twitch sporadically—a stress habit he had formed when he was young.
"I see, is that why you called me here?" Mai asks. Pegasus's head shoots up, and immediately, he stops walking. His singular, brown eye, not obscured by hair, widens.
"I never summoned you." Pegasus states plainly, contemplating how convenient their coincidental encounter had been.
"Here are the coordinates I was given." Mai says, showing her brother the note Duke had slipped her.
Pegasus quickly skims over the note, instantly recognizing the coordinates. Mai stares straight at her brother, noticing as he freezes how his pallid skin turns ashen.
Pegasus mutters something too low for Mai to hear, but by the wan look on his face, Mai can tell it isn't good.
"You read these coordinates incorrectly." Pegasus mutters with a frown. He knows his sister isn't stupid; in fact, she is the most brilliant healer ever to come from the Half-n-Half realm—possibly out of all angels and demons.
"Oh...?" Mai asks with a raised brow, wondering if Pegasus was making a jab at her intelligence.
"You switched the placement of the two numbers," Pegasus explains, "the only reason you ended up here is because the Half'n'half Realm is located in the middle of the Angel Realm."
"So, what does that mean?" Mai asks.
"That we are going to use this to our advantage." Pegasus turns and looks his sister dead in the eye, "Obviously they were hoping to recruit you as one of them; so, I'm going to need you to do some undercover work. Find out their motives, their strengths and weaknesses; then, I need you to report it here. These people have been interfering with this kingdom for too long." Pegasus growls, briskly walking towards the door and throwing it open, leaving Mai to gawk at her brother.
Mai remains silent, analyzing the information that Pegasus had just given her. So, Duke is one of the rebels...and these rebels are trying to take over both the Angel and Demon Realms while holding a civil war against the rest of the Half'n'half Realm.
"So, I'm working incognito..." Mai muses to herself, an amused smile playing across her lips.
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"Shit!" Noah exclaims, banging his head on the keyboard in a frustrated manner. "Why are their wings still so pure?"
Glancing over at the stasis tubes, the aqua haired teen groans. The angels are supposed to be farther along in their transformation process. One shouldn't even be able to tell that the angels were angels in the first place by now. They should be deformed right now, grotesque, ugly…
An exasperated breath escapes his dry lips as Noah looks back towards the tubes. Little fangs could be seen poking out between their lips and small horns are rising out of their heads; yet, there is no change in the color of their wings.
Did his magic not understand how important this mission is? The angels! They need to be demons! These angels might be the most resistant, but there are only four of them! Even if the millions of other angels are easier to change his magic may not be strong enough.
"Shit, I'm drained..." Noah moans, "What's another thing that can speed up their process...without magic." Noah muses to himself as he walks towards the four tubes. Looking at the Angel Prince, whose fangs seem the longest, a dastardly idea pops into Noah's head.
Mates, multiple mates.
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Anzu. Was. Stressed.
Not only had the boys disappeared, but so had Mai. Ryou was supposed to be preparing for a meeting and then a public speech about the war at hand. He's supposed to relieve everyone's stress from the war. Meanwhile, Mai is supposed to be helping with watching over the king and Ishizu, making sure everyone is prepared for the war.
"Any luck?" Ishizu asks, calmly walking into the advisor's tent. Anzu looks over to her with a grimace before shaking her head.
"They wouldn't have just disappeared." Ishizu reasons, glancing around the small tent, and Anzu deflates.
"Do you...by any chance think they went to chat with the demons?" Anzu asks, and Ishizu freezes.
"After the attack, they are still hanging around those demons?" Ishizu grumbles, her fists clenched. She had been as shocked as the king when she discovered that the Angel Prince had relations with the Demon…King. It was even worse when she discovered her brother participated in the same nefarious activities. After all that has transpired, they could not still be together.
Anzu's eyes enlarge as she stares at the rigid lady before her. Anzu can see the muscles of Ishizu's arm, her veins straining against her skin. Looking down, Anzu notices little droplets of ruby leaking from where Ishizu's fingers are clenched.
"Demons..." She mutters, her aqua eyes staring off into the distance.
"Ishizu?" Anzu asks cautiously.
"Come on, we're going to have a little chat with the demons." Ishizu growls, grabbing Anzu's arm and dragging her out of the room.
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The stink of must, alcohol, and sex blended together in an undeniable club mixture. Yet, there were no bright lights or pounding bass. Sure, there were people, thousands of them even, but they were not dancing, or gyrating, or snogging each other. Instead, they stood silently, breath abated as one person rants on from ahead.
"We will not take this! We refuse to stand here and be treated like shit! We are superior to those angels and demons in every way! We are the epitome of both races!" The firer starter continues screaming into the microphone, punching the air with every chant. Caught in the speaker's frenzy, the followers eagerly chant along and fist the air, the entire group moving like a wave.
Stealthily slipping thought the crowds, Mai makes her way over to the bartender. He's an old angel with soggy, brown wings—the tell take sign of a drinker—but since his wings aren't black, she can tell he hasn't slept with a demon.
"Helo." The guys greets, dropping the first 'l' in the word.
"Hmm, a drunken angel." Mai taunts, only to chuckle at the indignant glare he gives her.
"Whadaya want?" The angel growls. Mai sighs dramatically, tilting her head to the side and resting it on her palm. Her eyes stare off into the distance, apparently glazed over in thought as she pushes her chest forward, exposing the top of her cleavage. Hungrily, the man eagerly takes in the sight lust clouding his eyes.
"I want to join...tell me how." The half'n'half demands suddenly while banging the counter for emphasis, jumping out of her fake stupor and snapping the man out of the impromptu show.
"Alrigh' alrigh', ya damn arrogant 'alf'n'alfs tink ya rue da ream." The angel groans. Pulling something out from under the table…
Author's Notes:
Well, there you go. I hope you guys enjoyed.
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