Disclaimer: I own the plot and idea. Richelle Mead owns Vampire Academy.
He felt like he was drowning; being pulled under a sea of mud, his lungs struggling to function, his eyes blinded by darkness, his limbs being uselessly dragged along.
Even if he had the strength to, he could not free himself from the demon's grasp, one tendril like hand seemingly fused to his arm while she drug him further and further away from his reality…
And then they were up for air, so to speak.
He collapsed to his knees, gasping desperately for much needed air, though at the moment even that was a struggle. The air felt thick with an inhuman energy, his body struggling to process the sudden change.
His eyes took in the scene before him. He was in a cabin, that much was obvious. With the roaring fireplace, lush carpet and dim lighting coming from multiple candles, the scene would have been quite romantic…
...if it were not for the demon shifting from her borrowed image back to her natural, ghastly state.
And the real girl, bound and gagged in a corner, her shrieks becoming fiercer as she took in the man, still in shock.
From above him Chaos laughed with glee, turning his attention to his demon minion.
"Marvelous work, Galina my dear. Just marvelous." The smokey, lanky figure with glowing red eyes and dangerously gagged looking teeth let out a hiss of apparent glee.
"You may rest now. I will join you and the others later." Chaos dismissed her, and with that, she melted into the Earth, slinking back to her home.
The fallen angel turned to his new human companions, grinning maniacally. "Hello dears! How nice to see the two of you reunited with each other! And, may we note, that it was I who orchestrated this glorious reunion? Not Love, that thick-headed little sycophant-"
"What did you do to her!?" The human cut off the formerly angelic being's rant, finally catching his breath and taking control over his body once again, running to the young woman's side.
Chaos rolled his eyes. "You interrupted me, that was quite rude, human." He waved his hand and both pairs of human eyes widened as a dark tendril of demonic energy arose, curling out and about before wrapping themselves around the neck of the man.
Enough to choke, but not enough to kill.
The fallen angel smirked; the motion highlighting the gaunt, hollow features of his face, pulling his skin across his cheekbones in such a way he looked clownish.
Clownish, and still terrifying.
"That's better," ignoring the muffled screams of the girl as she looked at the man, attempting to grapple with the binds around his neck to no avail.
"Now allow me to formally introduce myself. I apologize for the delay! You two were just so much fun to mess around with, and those pesky angels kept getting in the way, you see! The name's Chaos, once upon a time I was Peace." He rolled his eyes. "However, I outgrew that, and may or may not have ruffled a few feathers with my exit. But no matter, I moved on...to better and darker things...and I am afraid those guardian angels did not take to that kindly either." His eyes darkened as he sneered. "They ruined my existence, my plans for glory, for power! And now they will pay! One by one they will...starting with Love and Anger...that's where you two come in, if you have not noticed yet. Now worry not my dears, I know this all seems out of sorts now, but soon, it will all be alright! Now, any questions, comments, or concerns?"
The man began to frantically wave his hands, signalling he had something to say.
With a snap, Chaos allowed the bounds around the man's neck to loosen infinitesimally.
"You-you…" the man struggled as Chaos huffed impatiently.
"Get it together man and spit it out."
"You...are...in-insane...and you will not-not get away with this."
And then the man gathered up the last of his courage...and spat at the feet of Chaos.
"Why you-!" Chaos seethed, and suddenly the temperature in the cabin ratcheted up quite a few degrees, sparking overheating in the humans. "You foolish little being!" He roared before-
"I could say the same about you, Chaos," a familiar voice rang out.
The entry door flew off its hinges, breaking the back window as it flew through it, revealing a very anger Love, accompanied by yet another angel.
An angel who, judging solely on his enraged demeanor and appearance, would best be described as death in a cowboy duster.
"Love. Anger. How nice of you two to join the party!"
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