Angel Wings

Amy47101: Grrrrr...

Eleanor: Hey, Amy...?

Amy47101: I hate being sick!

Eleanor: Uh-huh. Amy47101 does not own pokémon!

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Eleanor P.O.V

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I could feel he was powerful. I knew it. The frightening thing was that his power was so powerful, that it wasn't affecting my friends and in the same way that it was affecting me. Unlike everyone else, who was suffering from some sort of sickness, I wanted to scream at him, hit him, something to show how angry he made me. The scariest thing? I couldn't comprehend if this anger was my own.

"Giratina, we need to move!" Dusk yelled. The legend let out a roar of understanding, and sped forward, so fast that I almost fell off. Devlin(how fitting) just straitened up, and flicked his hand. All his demon buddies, completely under his control, sped forward in an attack formation. Several going underneath Giratina while others went to the sides and above us. Funny thing... they weren't closing in on us, just hovering around us.

Suddenly, Giratina jerked to the side, nearly flipping some of us off.

"What the fuck?!" screamed Flare as demons flew up from one side.

"They're trying to capsize us!" Dusk yelled as Giratina jerked once again.

"(Angels, forgive me,)" Giratina growled. "(The ride may get a little... bumpy.)"

After Giratina said this, he flipped upside down, doing a spiral midair to shake off the demons who had somehow managed to clamp themselves onto his tail and underside.

"(Scream, if you must.)" Giratina said as another attack came. "(But no matter what, do not let go.)"

"Yes, because that was exactly what I was thinking, Captain Obvious!" Surge yelled. Giratina grunted something that I couldn't quite make out. The demons continued attacking us, and for some reason, I kept on thinking about that story I read back home. Called The Birds. Basically, it was about these birds that went crazy and began attacking humans. They were relentless, and wouldn't give up all night, no matter if half of them killed themselves while trying to enter the houses. And here I am, be attacked relentlessly by demons. But there's one small difference. One; I was not inside a well boarded house(like that was going to stop them). And two; I don't think these demons will go away when the tide turns.

I heard a shriek, and snapped my head to the direction of Flare. She had three distinctive claw marks running down her cheek, blood dripping from the cuts.

"Okay, now I'm pissed!" she yelled as she stood up. "Let's see how these ugly Woobats like fire!"

Flare charged up a fireball in her hand. I think she expected it to fly into one of the demons, but instead, it grew larger and larger, eventually forming a shape. A strangely familiar shape. As the shape went from flickering flames to solid, it fell into Flares hands. She stared at it for a moment, before lifting her head.

"Hell freaking yeah." she said, grinning like an idiot. "Alright, ya ugly Woobats! Let's see how ya like some Fire Arrows!"

Taking the arrow from the quiver, she loaded it onto the bow, taking aim.

"Uh, Flare... are you sure you can shoot that properly?" asked Dash as his eyes flicked nervously from the bow and arrow and back to Flare. Flare paid him no mind. Taking a deep breath, she let go of the arrow and let it fly.

I had to say I was surprised when the arrow burst into flames, growing in speed until it came into contact with a demon. Likewise, the thing burst into flames, screaming and writhing in pain before it finally exploded.

Everyone, even the demons, paused and stared at Flare.

"Why are you stopping?!" demanded Devlin. "Keep attacking!"

"Not gonna happen." I heard Surge mutter as he formed his own power ball in his hands. Soon, he was holding his own weapon, a pair of daggers. He snickered before clanging them together, creating a thunderbolt that sliced through four or five of the demons, destroying them.

Soon, I found that everyone was doing what Flare and Surge did, each of them holding the weapons in the legend. I watched as everyone else, even Wynter and Forrest, fight off the demons.

Well, it's high time I started fighting too.

Soon, I myself was slashing at demons with my sword, clenching the elaborately crafted handle, decorated with smooth, white moonstones. I almost laughed when all the demons fled in fear of us. Ironic, huh? As soon as the demons backed off, our weapons transformed themselves into necklaces, the weapon becoming a little charm on the end of the chain. Clasping itself around our necks, the necklaces settled perfectly, not to tight, not to loose.

A deep violet light surrounded Giratina, holding it in place. Oddly enough, the ten of us could still move freely across his back. A slow clapping could be heard from above, coming from none other than Devlin. Was he holding Giratina in place?

"Excellent! Even in my own domain, even outnumbered, even at your weakest points, you all somehow manage to defeat me! It's intriguing. Angels in Hell, defeating demons..." he trailed off as he circled around us, as if studying and anticipating our moves. "Never before has anyone good entered Hell, nor has anyone exited Hell alive. If you are true Angels, then you wouldn't be able to come here. True Angels can't enter Hell, because the darkness would tear them apart."

"What's your point, then?" demanded Flare as she glared at Devlin.

"I am not trying to make a point," said Devlin with a chuckle. "Merely an observation."

Closing his eyes, Devlin stretched, as if not caring that we had just defeated him, and turned.

"Ah, well. Information is information. Father should be satisfied for now." he opened his eyes, and pulled out some sort of gem. The black stone flashing violet, a portal opened in front of him. He looked as if he was about to step through, when he held his forefinger up, as if remembering something. "I almost forgot."

And with what seemed like one swift movement, he turned around, grabbed my arm, pulled me in and kissed me on the lips.

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Carter P.O.V

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No. Fucking. Way.

There is no way that this is real! It just has to be a terrible, cruel, twisted dream! But... after continuous pinching, I realized that what I was seeing is true.

Devlin was kissing Eleanor.

That... that bastard! That low, sick, perverted, motherfucking son of a bitch! Why wasn't anyone doing anything to stop him? Why wasn't I doing anything to stop him?

"ASSHOLE!" Eleanor managed as she pushed Devlin off her. Devlin did nothing. Just smirked.

"Now I must take my leave. Until next time, Angels!" and with that, he left through his portal. Giratina was able to move again, but as if he was sensing something wrong had happened, he said nothing. Just left us Angels to talk it out.

"Eleanor..." Wynter started, trailing off, not knowing how to address the situation.

"Don't say anything." Eleanor said. "I just want to go back to base."

With a growl of understanding, Giratina opened it's own portal to Breeze Hill. After saying quick goodbyes and receiving a few friendly hugs, Eleanor and I jumped through the portal.

And right now, I was just glad that we where home.

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Later that evening, after Eleanor and I reappeared and had to give out explanations. Basically we said that we got teleported to the Peril Cliffs. Yeah, these guys know about the wings, but something tells me that Eleanor, myself, and our eight winged friends getting transported to hell, fighting off an army of demons on Giratinas back, and discovering mystical weaponry was going to push it.

Apparently, Eleanor and I have been missing for one full day, which was weird, considering that we couldn't have been in Hell for more than a few hours. They were just about to file missing persons reports, when we showed up.

And here I was now, laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, the only noise being Crawfords snoring. I was holding the chain my fingertips, watching the dangling sword charm as it gleamed in the little amount of moonlight filtering through the window. My thoughts were trying to drift away from Devlin, and how he...

I shuddered just thinking about it. Bastard. If I ever see him again...

"(My Arceus, who could be up at this hour?)" Cala mumbled as she used her paw to rub sleep out of her eyes. "(Carter, perhaps you should check.)"

When Cala says 'perhaps' she means 'go now before I decide to make you do it'. I learned that the hard way. So, seeing that I didn't have a choice and wasn't going to sleep any time soon, I got up, clasped the necklace back around my neck, slid on some slippers, and slipped out of my room as of not to disturb Crawford.

Following the nearly silent sounds of footsteps, I followed them outside where I was surprised to find Eleanor, her wings out and ready to take off.

"Leaving without me?" I pouted, putting on my very best puppy dog face, and then laughing at how Eleanor jumped nearly ten feet in the air.

"Arceus, Carter, don't scare me like that!" she hissed.

"Where ya going?" I asked innocently.

"Nowhere. Just flying. Gotta get my mind off some things."

"About...?"

"Yeah..."

Cue incredibly awkward silence.

"Well, what are ya waiting for then?" I demanded, whispering some quick Angelic so that my wings could pop out. "Let's fly!"

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Amy47101: Ugh...

Eleanor: Amys sick. So, she won't be talking much...

Amy47101 signing off! ^.^