Excerpt: Pandemonium

Chaos, there was no other way to put it, the state of Fort Olympus that is. The demigods ran hither thither from one wall to another. They strived to hold the barricades and their lines of defence; with sweat on their brow and blood on their armour, each and every standing warrior carried an aura of pure, un-restrained power about themselves.

They had vowed to protect Fort Olympus to their last breath. Sadly, they had been failing to do so. Their efforts in vain but their endeavour to hold their ground was still strong. Unlike the castle and city which was crumbling under the power and sheer strength of the attacking hordes of enemy warriors, the demigods stood resolute to fight for their honour and pride.

They knew that protecting Fort Olympus now was a far cry but they wouldn't hand it to the enemy on a platter. No, they'd die trying and if they all died then they'd make sure that there was nothing but a razed piece of barren land to mast their flag on. If they were to go, then they'd go down in history as warriors who died fighting the celestial warriors of chaos.

Mikaela Sapientia ran across the burning fields that were once the sacred woods dedicated to the Hunters of Artemis. Slashing and Hacking through the Malakhim, the mortal angels of Heaven, her body and armour was covered thick in blood but not once did she allow herself to get overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of the enemy. She didn't deter once and ran towards the approaching warriors, with a sword in each hand she jumped in the air and spun around like a ballerina.

Her sword dance cut through each warrior that tried to approach her. Spinning about herself with her head looking towards the sky, she prayed for strength. Blood sprayed across her face, from the warriors that she had culled. When she realised she could no longer spin with all her might she jumped high into the air and whistled for her Pegasus. She prayed to her mother that he be alive, if not she would fall to her death on over a hundred swords.

Her eyes closed, she silently prayed. It wasn't long before gravity took over her body pulling her back towards the ground and the hundred awaiting spikes. Her death called to her but that was not to be. Minerva had answered her prayer and from behind the clouds came her chestnut Pegasus, Bronzor. He caught her at the perfect time and she adjusted herself on his back and took a hold of his reins. She pulled at the reins diving towards the ground. Letting go of the reins she drew the twin long swords on the saddle. There were too many of them and she couldn't slash through each and every one of them. She had to draw her last card.

She prayed to her mother, tears running down her eyes. Mikaela thanked her for giving her this opportunity to try for Elysium. With that last thought she drew on her last shred of divine strength, calling out to it from each and every cell of her body. She could feel the core of her strength illuminate with the last bit of her divinity.

It was now or never. Concentrating she muttered the spell under her breath, Gladiis in Ignis. Before the words were even fully out of her mouth, the two swords were lit on fire and not just lit. A whirlwind of fire formed around the two swords.

"DIE" Mikaela shouted as she swept through the ranks of the Malakhim burning them to ash and cinders. Not leaving even one behind, she burnt them to death covering the blazing field with a thick layer of ash and a few burning embers. What was now left behind was a scalding graveyard of angels burnt to ash and dust, their weapons burning red hot.

At the centre of the field stood a worn out Mikaela who fell to the ground on her knees, still supported by her sword wedged deep into the earth. It was over, at least this battle was. She had to get to some place safe and recuperate her energy.

Bronzor landed beside her, whinging he nudged her with his snout to get up kicking the ground in agitation.

"What is it boy?" asked Mikaela in a calming voice, trying to soothe the anxious Pegasus. But even before the words were completely out of her mouth the Pegasus was lit on fire.

Mikaela screamed as the fire consumed her companion who writhed in pain falling apart in a heap of ash and dust in from of her. Shocked, fresh tears began to fall and she looked to the sky to find the person who had committed the crime.

Seething with anger she drew on her strength, the very last of it. She knew it wasn't enough but she was going to give her best. Her eyes gleamed, the flame of vengeance evident. She didn't deter from looking at the daunting figure of Chaos' warrior angel.

The figure soared down from the sky above to stand in front of her, closing its massive wings that blazed with a blinding harsh light.

"A Daughter of the wisdom goddess is it" the angel said drawing her sword from the scabbard on her back, "I'd like to see how last you long in front of me." She said her voice cruel and venomous. "Get up" she hissed.

Mikaela spat blood from her mouth and wiped her face on her sleeve. "What name should I carve on your grave stone?" Mikaela said taking a dig at the woman in the golden armour, who simply laughed. A smile crawled up the woman's face, "We'll see about that. But I guess, you should know who killed you." She said with a sneer, "My name is Uriel, The light of God." And with those last words, in a flash of light she drew her sword blinding Mikaela for a moment and that was all the Angel needed. Within that moment, she ran her Sword through the demigod warrior with a prayer on her lips.

The harsh light disappeared as she sheathed her sword. Running a hand through her long blonde curls, she looked around the battlefield. The girl was right, it was a scalding graveyard and on that thought she spread her wings that blazed with light and took to the sky to eliminate yet another warrior.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy Pandemonium, the sequel to FIRE in the VOID.