Angel Wings
Amy47101: Ugh...
Flare: What's with her?
Forrest: She's been overexerting herself with schoolwork.
Wynter: Oh?
Surge: Yeah. Apparently she's learning some really wacky science. Can't wrap her mind around it. Now she's suffering from a overload.
Wynter*looks at Amy*: Huh.
Forrest: Amy47101 does not own pokémon.
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(Eleanor P.O.V)
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I jolted myself awake, breathing deeply.
"What the hell...?" I panicked for a moment, no idea where I was or what happened. I took a deep breath. "Calm down. Lets see..."
I remembered the meteorites and the eclipse. Barlow yelled, and then being wrapped in light... then the light being... and I am seriously unsure wether that was a dream or reality. I looked around.
Well... it was definitely scoring a fifteen on a one to ten scale for creep factor. Full of darkness, shadows even darker than night flicked around, and a think misty fog covered the area. I couldn't see three feet in front of me. And I couldn't see Carter or Prince or anyone.
I was alone.
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Carter P.O.V
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"Just frigging peachy." I muttered as I walked through the fog. "Hey Eleanor!"
Eleanor... Eleanor... Eleanor...
Same response as last time. A frigging echo. If my day could get any better, I'd like an announcement. I got attacked by meteorites, transported into this place, and was laying on the ground for what felt like hours trying to get over the sickness. I guess traveling by meteorite is seriously bad on the stomach.
...
"Okay, this f*cking sucks!" I hollered. "Where the hell am I?!"
"(I suggest that you refrain from using that word here, Angel.)"
"Perfect." I muttered. "I'm hearing things now."
"(You are not. I apologize for separating you from the other Angels.)"
Suddenly, something swept me up and, like all reasonably minded men, I screamed and ran. Unfortunately, I can't outrun whatever was deciding to chase me, and was immediately scooped up and thrown not-so-gently onto it's back.
"Carter, you scream like a girl."
"Yeah, Flare, you're one to talk." someone else said.
"Well, genius, that's because I'm an actual girl!"
"Guys?" I asked as I looked up. Aqua smiled at me, waved a friendly wave while Flare was arguing with Dash. Wynter was merely trying to break them apart. Forrest was meditating, while Surge was laughing his ass off at Flare and Dash. Dusk was sitting cross-legged with his chin in his hand, looking irritated with the whole situation while Dawn was trembling. I think it was from the cold, it's seriously freezing here, but something was telling me it was from something else.
"One more, Giritina." Dusk said as he straitened up. There was a growl, indicating that the pokémon understood.
"Wait, we're on Giritina?" I exclaimed as I glanced up at him in shock.
"Yes." Dusk said simply.
"Then... are we in the Reverse World?"
"Try Underworld." said Dusk.
"Huh?" Now I was confused.
"(I'll give you a better explanation once we have found the last Angel.)" Giritina said as he looked down. "(Speaking of which...)"
"HOLY SHIT!"
"That's all, Giritina." Dusk said, trying to hide a smile as Eleanor was dumped onto the said pokèmons back, muttering curses under her breath. Confused, Eleanor looked up.
"Hey guys..." said Eleanor with an awkward wave.
"Hiya!" said Aqua as she smiled.
"Okay, explanations." said Flare. "As in, now."
And this was a powerful legendary she was talking too.
"(Perhaps we should start off with our location. You are all in hell.)"
"Wait, this is hell?" asked Eleanor. "Then where's all the flames and stuff?"
"(All of that is merely mythes. Just like the appearance of demons. When you think about demons, what is your first thought?)"
"I dunno. Red and horny, I guess." said Dash as he shrugged. Widening his eyes with realization, he said, "And, wow, that sounded incredibly wrong."
"(Likewise, people often misjudge Hell. It's not like anyone ever came back after they died, excusing the few demons who still manage to escape every now and then.)"
"So are you, like, the ruler of this place or something?" asked Surge.
"(No, I am, like,)" he mocked Surge on his improper use of the word 'like', making it sound incredibly funny coming from the big-time legendary. "(The guardian of the Reverse Worlds. Given the power to transport between dimensions. Likewise, I am also able to open portals to Hell.)"
"And why are we here?" asked Dawn.
"(Because you are to obtain the weapons in the legend.)"
"Those where real?" exclaimed Eleanor.
"(Yes. The only problem with this is that we believe that, somehow, the weaponry got transported into Hell, hence why so many generations of the Angel Gene has gone without them. No one has ever managed to make it through Hell and actually come back. Not even the original Angels from so long ago.)"
"Gee, sounds wonderfu-" Flare stated, but was soon cut off as she hunched over in pain, as the rest of us were. It was awful, wrenching stomach pain, which seemed to be affecting Dawn the most, for she literally crawled to the side of Giritina, and vomited over the edge. Giritina let out a low rumble of irritation.
"(Demons.)" he growled. "(This is bad, this is really bad. We're in their domain, you're weaker, nearly powerless...)"
"So what you're saying..." Eleanor said, looking visibly shaken. "That we're about to be attacked by hordes of demons and we're basically human?"
"(To put it simply.)"
"Oh shit." I heard Dusk mutter. "Holy fricking shit."
He was looking at something behind us, and slowly, everyone turned. I couldn't really imagine what I was seeing, but it seemed like something from a nightmare. Hundreds, if not thousands, of creatures. Each one with a pair of bat-like wings, each one with elfish ears and small, catlike fangs. Each and every single one radiating great darkness. At the very front was a teenager who couldn't have been any older than us. His hair was dark green, nearly black, pulled into a long strait ponytail while the hair by his face was parted strait down the middle. His eyes, crimson red, reminding me of the color of blood. Once he reached us, he held up his hand, indicating for his little demon buddies to stop behind him, even though they made it extremely obvious that they really didn't want too. His lips quirked into a smirk, he opened his arms wide, as if welcoming us.
"Hello, Angels!" he cried out. His voice was hypnotizing, like he was trying to pull us in, not raspy or anywhere near what I originally thought a demons voice would sound like. "Welcome to my domain! As you could probably already guess, this is Hell."
"Gee, I wonder whatever the first clue was." I heard Flare mutter. The teens smirk grew larger, and he wagged his finger at us much like a parent would to a child.
"Now, now. Is that anyway to treat your host?" he said. Flare flipped him off, which made him chuckle. "Why so hostile?"
"I can think of a few reasons." I heard Eleanor say under her breath. Demon Teen turned towards her and smirked some more.
"Ah, the Angel of Healing! Finally we can meet somewhere outside of the Dream World."
I stole a quick glance at Eleanor, who seemed to be seething with anger.
"Geez, where are my manners? My name is Devlin," he bowed to us, as if addressing royalty. "The King of Demons."
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Amy47101: Ugh...
Forrest: She just gave herself a migraine from overload...
Amy47101 signing off! ^.^