Return of the Angels
When she woke it was because of the sound she had heard. Her eyes were only greeted by the darkness, but she could see the crowded souls as if they were a light source themselves that floated through this darkness. Her body still felt exhaustion, but her mind and heart were into the fight that she needed to do in order to rest peacefully at night. She scouted the darkness for anything that may suggest what had awoken her but all she could see is darkness and the souls. There isn't even a black outline indicating that there is someone else with her.
Looking at the souls she wondered what they've been doing whilst she was sleeping down there in their presence. Could they have been protecting her body as she rested? It certainly seems like it as they crowded close to each other around her. They were a blanket of a warming reassurance that filled her heart to the brim. The souls had hope that Celine and the others would win the battle. She could feel it as a warm blanket around her. But there's doubt within her heart, which she was glad that these spirits could not feel it.
In a way, they were losing. Celine knew this in her heart. It's not just about physically winning a battle; it's also about something within. This was how she's able to discuss with herself the difference in winning a battle. After this battle, whether she wins or losing against Lucifer, something within her would have lost something. Whether or not she's able to identify it, she couldn't tell. But maybe that would come when it gets there. For now she needed to focus on winning this battle instead of focusing on these negative thoughts that clutter her mind.
She stood up and the souls slowly drifted away to allow her some space. She wiped down the dust that had settled on her and looked around the darkness. What sound had awoken her? She closed her eyes and breathed, keeping her heart steady. She needn't be afraid of what's not visible. The souls didn't look frightened like they had been before but something didn't feel right. So if the souls couldn't feel it, then whoever was hiding only wanted her to know that he/she was there.
"I'm not going to be waiting down here all day just for you to come out," she shouted into the stillness.
Nothing answered or moved besides the souls. They looked at her nervously and then around their surroundings, aware that there was something with them, but unable to pinpoint where. They still couldn't feel what washed around the room despite there now being fear on their faces. She turned and headed for the stairs. The souls remained behind, knowing that what she was doing was saving them from seeing another fight.
She could not reduce these souls innocence anymore than she already has. Making them witness her fighting mercilessly is torture itself. She was not going to put them through all of that again.
She walked up the stone steps and knocked open the door. Whatever had been down in that prison with her and followed after her. She could feel the full malevolency of it now. Nothing like anything she had behold before. This was beyond anything she's felt and if she was going to fight it, she better get rid of her fear before it kills her.
Fighting inside a constricted building was not going to help either. She knew that when fighting this thing, she would need a space so large because of all the destruction this one would create.
She felt its suffocating hands around her throat and she turned and glared. In turn she felt the pressure move off of her throat and away. Whoever it was is hiding within this darkness that is absorbing all the light. She smirked suddenly getting an idea. If this person was a little afraid of her glaring, how much fear would it be in when she releases her true form?
She turned and started to walk through the building, aiming to go outside. The thing followed behind her like a lost puppy. Understanding that it didn't know where it was going, it followed. She banged open all the doors in her path, determined to get out and finish the battle. Not the ones that her friends were fighting, but the one between her and Lucifer. It was that battle she was determined to finish.
She banged open the last door and jumped over the balcony and onto the ground. The walls of the base enclosed her, like outside was off limits. But she didn't need to feel confined no longer. With her true self finally discovered, there were no limitations for her. She ran a little bit until she felt she was about in the centre of the base before she turned around.
Waiting on top of the stairs, looking down at her, was the darkness that had been following. A creature, a demon, cloaked itself within. This creature was born on destruction, always bringing it in its wake. She could feel its menacing gaze upon her like a glare. Even without having to fight or evaluate it, she could easily tell that this demon would be much tougher than any she has faced.
She frowned before her eyes turned into a glare. How best to defeat this opponent in front of her? Should she just let go and destroy it with her true form? Or should she just accept the challenge and enjoy the fight? No, she cannot do that. She needed strength to fight Lucifer. Using her true form will weaken her, and she would need rest. But allowing it to give a fight back is out of the question too.
She needed to destroy it without getting weakened.
"You seek a way to destroy me without getting weak," his voice slithered through the air and she shuddered. "It is pointless. Fighting me will only end up weakening you."
She took a deep breath and then released it. There's no avoiding it. She would have to weaken herself fighting him. She knew he was not going to let her pass without fighting him before the big boss. But then again, there might be others wanting to fight her before she has the chance to fight the big boss.
"Very well," she said more to herself. "I'll fight you and anyone else that comes in my way. I'll destroy you and finish Lucifer myself!"
He chuckled, a sound she was sure she didn't want to hear again. She would need to discard every emotion she possessed in order to stop acting human. Acting human around inhuman beings would get her killed. She could not afford to die. Everyone needs her. This planet needs her. She does not have time to be dying at any time soon.
He sprang from his perch and she avoided him by dodging to the side. She rolled into a crouch and evaluated her opponent more closely. He's hidden in darkness, trying to put his opponents off by them not making any contact with his body. That darkness is nothing more than a cover. There's only one way that she would be able to rip that darkness apart.
She closed her eyes and without even having to concentrate she felt the change already happen. Her human body melted away, replacing her with her divine form. Her wings beat against the air gently, barely giving any wind or movement. She opened her eyes and knew that they had gone purple. Purple meaning what, she doesn't understand yet. But she'd have to find a way to uncover it.
"This is your end, demon," she said and clenched her hand.
She felt the familiar form of light shaping. Then she felt the whole weight of the sword that had formed from her celestial light. She flapped her wings and dived, going straight for the kill. She lifted her sword and sliced straight through, flying straight into the air. She didn't go beyond the boundaries of the wall, trying not to let her friends see her in this form. She could not afford distracting them just yet.
She settled onto the ground and her wings tucked against her back. She looked up to the sky that looked too bright from the light that surrounded her. It was like a barrier that made nothing impure to touch her. She felt the ground underneath her bare feet. It felt good, calming even. She closed her eyes and listened to the wind that blew. She felt it stroke her exposed skin and pulled through her hair. It called to her, begging for her to come and fly with it.
She could not give in to temptation. If she did, then what would happen to her friends?
Worry over her friends shoved away the calling of the wind. She opened her eyes and seriousness clouded over the carefree she just had. She clenched her fists. Her human feelings hadn't gotten away from her yet. She was glad. She wanted her human emotions to remain with her. She did not want to become as impassive as the rest of her family is. She would not be able to indulge in anything that her friends would be. She smiled at the member of all of her friends.
How she loved them so much.
They became everything to her. Her world, her family, her memory and her heart! Without them she would have been nothing. She was grateful that she had gotten away from Prozen at that time and decided to join them. But Raven… What about him? He is much more to her than anyone else could ever be. She had a place for him everywhere. Her memory and heart will always remember him. But her dreams will carry him around forever.
If she had to leave, she would not want to.
If the all Creator ordered her home…would she go?
She looked up at the sky again before she closed her eyes and returned to her human form. For now, she's part of the humans with access to her true power, her true being. She belonged to this planet, not to theirs. Not now. She looked over to the wall, the one thing obscuring her view of the battle that raged on the other side.
For now she could not intervene. She trusted her friends to defeat those outside. She couldn't intervene unless it was absolutely dire. She sighed, boredom taking over her once again. Whilst she waited for another fight, what could she do besides twiddle her thumbs?
"No matter what I do, you keep overcoming all that I send at you."
She calmly turned to face Lucifer. She knew he had come as she felt the disturbing power change the atmosphere. It was a way to let her know that he had come for her. Perhaps not to fight but to get that taste of her like he had wanted. She was not going to let him doing anything he wanted to her. She has the power to stop him and she will use it to stop him.
He sat on the metal railing on the top of the building. It was where the conference room is held. All the way up there and she can still hear and see him clearly? How much had she changed?
This time she knew that he was in his real form. He was nothing like his projection. He was gorgeous, like nothing ever behold before. He looked a few years older than her but must be in his mid-twenties. He's lived for thousands of years and he looks just like a youth. He's her Uncle?
"Hmm, it looks like your human body is adjusting to your angel form." He pushed away from the railing and landed on the ground with his hands in his pockets. "Soon you will be nothing more than an angel. You will no longer have your human body to hide yourself."
"I'm surprised that all you want to do is talk instead of fighting for dominance of this world." She replies and just stands still as he walks closer to her. She stayed still even though he came too close for her liking.
"You are my niece after all. Why would I not want to talk to you?"
"Why would you want to have a taste of me?" she crossed her arms protectively.
"Why not…?" he replies with a shrug. "You're powerful, you're strong than any other angel and together we can create something by far more superior than anything, including God himself."
"Although I'm your niece…?"
"Keeping the angel genes runs in the family, although in truth, you were not supposed to have been born at all." He looks at her in dead seriousness. "All the more reason to test to see if you can produce offspring."
"The only thing that we'll do together, uncle, is fight."