Return of the Angels
She pressed buttons on the control pad and brought up the image of her friends fighting on par with the demons. So far no casualties on either side but that would change soon enough. She was not going to personally intervene, no she wouldn't step in either way, she'll let her friends handle this. She trusted them, prayed for them and she gave her best wishes and hopes to them. There was no reason that they'd let her down without giving a very good fight first. Her human friends are stubborn, incredibly stubborn, just like she is. But they weren't angels like she is. They had a right for existence just like everyone else. It's just she was the one to realize this before any other of her species could.
Whilst she sat and watched them fight, she knew that something was coming for her. It wasn't Lucifer, no he's waiting for the perfect moment to step into this fight. It's someone different, someone who obvious held that meaning to fight her from the beginning. This one edged closer and her mind was able to detect his presence within the base. He had slipped through security so easily that it looked like there is a breach, but she knew there is not. He's powerful, more so than the ones on the battlefield.
With one last look at the monitor, she exited the room and walked the halls in clear confidence of herself.
She made her way towards the prisons, the ones that were now emptied and closed up. She opened the door with the push of her mind and walked down the steps that only had enough room for people to walk single file. She obviously closed the door behind her to keep her and him inside as they fought. She knew it was going to be a battle because she could sense it within the air. She took the last step and entered the spacious place where the head of the prisons would be seen to be sitting and spending his time.
But Jerry no longer worked these prisons. As Celine had become the leader of both angels and humans she had made that one of the priorities on her list as she talked to Jerry's older brother, James, who ran the prisons above all. Instead she had made these prisons to be those that were the real dangerous criminals and until these are identified, these prisons are to be closed until further notice from her.
But why want to battle here of all places?
It never mattered where one battles as long as there is an outcome and a winner, both sides are fine with it. It's certain that at least one of the sides will be completely disappointed, saddened and would have lost the battle, but there is always a winner in the end. Celine intends that winner to be her. She cannot afford for her to lose the battle, not now when everyone needs her. And of course Lucifer wanted to personally fight her.
She couldn't possibly let him down since she was kind of looking forward to that battle.
She walked straight through the corridor that had cells on either side of her. Darkness crowded around her on all sides but she wasn't disturbed by it like she had been before. She could still see the souls that were left over from the place. They were cowering in corners, knowing there was a massive fight above their heads, but because of what else was down there with them. Looking at her hope was shining within their eyes but there was a darkness that easily told Celine that she had come to the right place. The demon down here was disturbing these peaceful ghosts.
She stood firm, confident and as if she was ready to blaze bright like the fourth of July.
"I know you're here, you might as well come out," she called out into the darkness.
She was greeted back with silence, but it soon was disturbed in the most horrid of ways when a piercing manic laughter drove through, scaring the souls as they shrank even more in their corners. Her sapphire blue eyes didn't waver from the darkness in front of her. She may not know where he was going to come from, but she would certainly uphold her shield she had placed around her before she went down into the darkness. She waited him out, expecting him to come any moment, but she realized that he was waiting for her to go to him.
"Are you afraid of me?" she said, smirking with pride. "It doesn't matter where you are; I can still light up this whole room even from the entrance."
"You are doing the wrong thing by giving me the opportunity of attacking you." His voice came from deep within the darkness. It almost seemed to appear that he was the darkness itself, but she wouldn't buy such a pathetic illusion.
She smirked, chuffed. "You may have power status on your side, but your attempts on illusion are absolutely despicable from someone like you. If you're not good at it, don't do it at all."
"You're definitely their leader," she could hear pride in his voice. As if he had just captured a really being catch. But she was not someone that could be captured and kept prisoner. She had proven that when she was Raziel. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared into the darkness, ready to let her light pour through the darkness in case she became too impatient.
But just as soon as she was about to let herself use her power to brighten the room, he stepped out of the darkness, but only to be highlighted by it. Celine narrowed her eyes and summoned a small amount of power, which brightened the room in a blinding white light. The souls looked on with awe as if Celine would be able to take them to that special place that they've been hoping to go for a long time. The demon reacted different. He hissed and stepped into the darkness to hide away from the light. It scraped his feet, but she felt better now that there was light.
She could see his eyes blazing bright, his hair was shrouded in the shadows and she was able to make out his skin being white although he covered himself within his protection. It wouldn't protect him for long, not when she had her way with him by completely obliterating his existence right here in this prison where no one was any the wiser. The only ones that would know her little secret would the souls who would be delighted to have this demon's existence away from them. So killing him would not affect them in the slightest, apart from to feel delighted as his existence would no longer torment them.
"You're here to fight me, not to talk to me," she said, finish their conversation before it escalated into something more.
"Your right in all senses, but is it wrong for a little demon like me to get some information out of our enemies before they die?" he sounded as if he was smirking quite profoundly.
"Do you really think that I'll just gladly hand the information over to you?" she stated, anger within her voice. She was sure she had ended this conversation and yet he was still talking to her. "This is your last chance before I make the first move."
It appeared that he didn't want to miss taking the first move. He raced out of the darkness and struck down at her with a sword she wasn't able to recognize. She jumped back to avoid the sword and she kicked out at him, sending him flying down the corridor, back into the suffocating darkness. She's got to fight him; she can't avoid not killing him. She's killed other demons, he is no different. It couldn't possibly be because Lucifer visited her himself, could it? She was still a little shaken from that experience, but she didn't feel different. She was not going to let a little experience with the ruler of these demons get to her.
He was her uncle, who didn't care on relationships; all he wanted was to have a taste of her.
"You're going to have to do better than that if you hope to kill me," Celine scolded as if she found it highly pathetic that he was this weak. "You're not the strongest of the army, are you?"
"If I am?" he growls out in agitation.
"Then I'll end this quickly. I won't fight someone who's this weak," she stated and focused her powers and instantly went into the core of her being. Within a second she was hovering above the ground with her six white wings gently flapping to keep her afloat. Her light extended to the point the whole room was lit. No one escaped her light as it tore through the darkness. The souls around looked on with more awe, their hands reaching out to touch her, to be taken to that place where they are anointed to the right place.
Something extended in her hand and became a solid object a moment later. She looked down and saw that a sword had appeared out of the light. The blade shimmered a faint blue against her white. She lifted her head and looked at the demon that coward away from her true form. Her wings flapped more and she neared him. She moved her arm and then plunged it straight through him. She heard his screams ripple through the air. The souls coward, covering their ears from the sound, but their eyes remained on her avenging form.
She was serving justice for her fallen comrades. Her eyes blazed against her white form that was wrapped within her heavenly light. She turned, her sword shattered and turned back into the light again, and she looked onto the nearest souls. Her solid firm eyes softened and she looked at them with sadness.
"Do not worry, someone will see to you all soon enough," she stated and her light retreated back inside of her and her wings disappeared again.
She fell to the floor, exhaustion got her chest breathing heavily and her eyes felt ready to collapse so she could sleep. She wasn't used to going into that form yet. She moved so she could lean against the cell bars and she closed her eyes, taking breaths so she could regain her breathing. The souls moved over to her, looking at her with worry, hoping she was doing okay. Someone touched her shoulder and she looked at her and smiled before she embraced the sleep that welcomed her.
She felt grateful for the sleep as she desperately needed it.