Return of the Angels
"If a fight is all you want, dear niece, then I'll give it to you afterwards."
Celine narrowed her eyes and jumped away from him. The distance she created, she didn't feel it was far enough. The only way she could ever feel free from his perversion, is if she were to destroy him. But out of all, how on earth did he manage to escape hell?
"I don't think so, Lucifer." His eyes narrowed at her. "You already know that if you defeat me, I'll be powerless and defenceless to stop you from doing whatever you want." A smile graced his handsome features as he thought about it. "But if I win the battle, then there'll be nothing but your ashes in my hand."
"You do bring good points to all kinds of conversations, don't you, my dear?"
"If only it were words that would get you to leave forever," she growled.
"Ah, you really are as feisty as Azrael, aren't you? But what really gets me wondering is who he fucked to produce you. Was it an angel or a human? Are you half or full? Those are the sorts of questions that I ask myself ever since I learned of your existence."
Celine narrowed her eyes at him. "You're quick to judge people aren't you?"
"Judge people?" he raised an eyebrow at her. "How else do you get kids, Celine?"
"Are we going to fight or not?" Celine demanded, changing the subject. She hated talking like this to him. It sounded civil and yet he was far from being civil.
He chuckled at her. "Impatience isn't good for a leader, Celine."
But her impatience is the only thing that would make this go away faster. She didn't want to stall fighting him. It had to be done now or never.
Narrowing her eyes at him, she lunged. He blocked with his own sword and saw that she was wielding one of light. His eyes widened. She wasn't in her celestial form and yet she was wielding a sword of light! He pushed her back and just as she regained her footing on the ground, he lunged at her. She blocked his sword and struggled against the strength he used.
"Seeming as you want to fight more than have a normal talk with your uncle, let's get down to business." She pushed him away from her. "Don't forget about what you said. If I win, I'll be able to take what I want."
"Uncle, you're disgusting," she snapped disgustedly.
They both charged at each other, their swords colliding, metal on metal. Celine jumped way from him as he pushed his sword away and took a swing at her. She focused her energy on her hand and shot a white fire ball at him. Dodging, he produced a demon fire ball and threw it at her. She swung her sword in a graceful arch and cut the ball clean it two.
She realised it as they continued to strike at each other. They were getting nowhere. They were equally matched. No matter how many fire balls she threw at him, he managed to dodge and counterattack with his own. No matter how many times she swung at him with her sword of light, he always dodged it with his own. Creating it from his celestial light that had been damaged ever since he turned to the dark side. She just couldn't see any chance of winning like this.
Not willing to be distracted, she focused upon her celestial form within her as she continued to fight on par with him. Each strike managed to thump something within her. It was similar to an instinct but wasn't at the same time. Each strike became more powerful, each one leading to something she hadn't yet explored. Each step that made her venture deeper inside of herself, it caused something of hers to be sacrificed in the process. She didn't know what was being sacrificed, but she will come to terms with this later. Right now all that mattered was defeating Lucifer.
She finally saw the struggle on Lucifer's face, the sweat that ran down his face. He knew she was growing stronger without being in her celestial form. But he couldn't understand how or what she was doing to get stronger. Frowning, he shoved her back with a kick to the chest, sending her flying across the base into the wall. The impact made a crater around her body. She coughed up blood and it trickled down her chin. She pushed herself away from the wall and then covered her eyes as a dark light burned brightly.
"I've grown tired of these games, Celine."
"It's only games because you can't get a scratch on me!" Celine shouted at him but didn't uncover her eyes. The light still blinded her and she didn't want to risk looking in case it prevented the chance for her to win this battle.
The light subsided and she uncovered her eyes. She immediately brought her sword up to point it straight at him. He stood there wearing his black armour with spikes growing out from the shoulders. His two wings were as black as night and they were foreboding, dangerous and promised unimaginable torture. He held his black sword in his right arm, his strongest.
"It doesn't matter any longer. All I have to do is defeat you and I will have won this battle."
"Don't think I'll allow that easily," Celine said defiantly. "Don't forget that no matter how weak I am, I will always fight against you."
"So be it. I will just have to break your fighting spirit then won't I?"
He lunged without even her knowing it. Her eyes widened as he struck and forced her through the wall. She rolled on the sand and stopped with dust flying around her. She struggled to get onto her knees and she coughed up blood. She gripped her sword tighter, relieved when she found it still there.
She felt the sand underneath her hands. Sand…? She looked down with wide eyes. She's outside the base? She looked out over to the battle, hoping that they hadn't noticed her.
"I'm growing impatient with you, Celine."
Lucifer kicked her in the stomach and sent her flying across the desert. She didn't understand how far he had kicked her, but she was sent flying and struck a zoid, knocking it over. Looking around she noticed that the battle had halted. Apollyon landed next to her and helped her to her feet. She felt sick to her stomach and heaved. She collapsed onto the ground and coughed up more blood. Just how hard did he kick her?
"Celine, are you alright?" Michael and Gabriel landed on the ground with a furious Azrael on trail.
"The bastard kicked me!" Celine said angrily. "I'm going to pulverise his ass for that."
"I'd love to see you try, little niece." She looked up into the sky and saw that Lucifer was up there. His wings beat gently, his sword in his hand, and his red eyes bore down at her.
"You're asking for me to kill you, aren't you?" Celine shouted up to him. She was surprised that the demons hadn't taken advantage of the situation and attacked. But since she was Lucifer's prey, they probably wouldn't do anything that would upset him. Meaning that since she is among them, they wouldn't do anything unless ordered!
"Come and get me," he taunted.
Celine closed her eyes and focused on the inner peace within. Her celestial form reached out and responded.
Everyone covered their eyes as her light exploded out of her body, burning more brightly than anything ever before. Those near her were basked in peace, crowded by a light so gorgeous that they felt relief. The demons nearby however reacted differently. They screeched and tried to escape, but the light enveloped them in its glow and burned them to nothing.
Celine came out of the light, holding a sword which burned more brightly than anything before. The flames acted wildly as it licked all around the shape of the sword. The handle too was licked in the flames, covered her hand in it as if in protection. A white dress flowed around her to her ankles. She wore gold wrist cuffs, a gold armband on her left bicep, a golden necklace with a ruby sun, and two white moon earrings. Her hair had become white, purer than before and her eyes were a mix of those sapphire blue and purple. Almost acting like a pulsating life force.
She uncurled her wings and the six of them spanned out over a large mast of space. All six of them were glowing with power, golden tips pulsated, and thin golden lines patterned her wings, almost as if attaching the power from the body to the wings. All of her wings, the white parts and gold parts, glittered as if they had been glittered.
There was sounds of awe, amazement and awestruck from all around her. The remaining demons reacted differently. They shrieked at the sight of her, as if she was their tormentor in hell. But she was too pure for that to be. The demons resented angels so much as they could kill them and vice versa. With the power that was flowing from Celine, there was no misunderstanding of why the demons were afraid.
"Be prepared, uncle, you're time has run out!"
She flapped her wings, ascending to just hovering above the ground. She flapped them harder and zoomed at such a speed towards him that he barely had the time to bring up his sword in order to defend against her on coming one. Everyone, demon, angel and human alike or looked up and watched the battle. Their speeds were impossible to determine as they made a large ruckus in the sky. Their eyes couldn't follow their movements.
Celine flapped away from him, creating a distance. Lucifer looked at her strangely, but she could see that he was exhausted. The constant strain of having to fight under such power he didn't understand to the fullest was wearing him out. Her surveying bluish purple eyes of dark intent were watching Lucifer's movements without an ounce stating that she was even exhausted.
"I thought my time had run out," he mocked.
Celine's eyes narrowed and a shiver ran down Lucifer's spine. What on earth had he gotten himself into now?
"It has," she said and cocked her head to a side. She brought up her sword high above her head and it glowed. The light brightened until flames ran down the length, becoming even longer. On the other side the flames lengthened and curved. She swept it in an arch and the flames ran all the way back to her hand, showing that a large scythe, twice the size of her body replaced the sword. Lucifer's eyes examined the length of it. The flames suddenly ran across the length of it and slowly sunk into the scythe, turning the scythe into one looking like it was made from larva.
"Are you prepared, uncle?" the fire within the scythe brightened and flickered like the life thing, only contained.
He smirked. "Let's see what you've got, little niece."
Once again everyone could only watch, mesmerised. Celine's speed had increased and this time Lucifer was struggling to keep up with her. They could see the light from the flames within the scythe as she struck. The rapid session that the strikes appeared caught everyone unawares. Azrael was proud of his daughter. Apollyon couldn't be happier. Michael and Gabriel couldn't believe their eyes. The others could do nothing but watch with wide eyes at her.
There was a sudden bright light that caused everyone to cover their eyes. Screams followed, making the other curious, but the light only increased in its blinding intensity, almost as if it were warning them not to open their eyes yet. The shrieks died down, the lightly slowly receded, and Celine gently flowed down to the ground. The scythe had blood on it but it looked as if the fire within was absorbing it, as if it were eating it. Azrael almost laughed as he looked at his precious daughter.
"Now that you've destroyed Lucifer, how the hell am I going to be doing my job?" Apollyon asked her with amusement.
"He's not dead," she clarified. "Merely just sent back to where he belongs."
"Looks like I'll be guarding his hell again." Apollyon sighed.
"You may not agree, but we need him."
"What why?" Van asked as he joined the group.
"To keep the balance," she replied. "We need both the light and the darkness otherwise chaos will plunge this world. Then you'll be suffering far more than being under the reign of Lucifer, although it seems impossible considering his method of ruling."
"Well let's celebrate, all the demons are gone," Irvine said coming over.
Looking around the desert, Irvine was right. No demons tainted the ground with their foul black bodies. Celine looked back to the others; her eyes still a blazing dark blue with purple. She sighed and released her body from her celestial form. It withdrew back into her with a brilliant white light and she stood there in her one piece, belly revealing, battle suit. Her hair had turned golden blonde and her eyes returned to their deep sapphire blue eyes that she is famous for.
Raven came over to her and wrapped his arms around her. He rested his head on top of her head and she leaned against him. She could feel it now. The thing she had to sacrifice. She had to sacrifice more of her human side that before. But her emotions for Raven and her friends had become deeper, stronger, and burning more powerfully than before.
"I'll join you in the celebration later; right now I'm going to need some rest."
Everyone looked at her and nodded with uncertain understanding. They watched her make her way back over to Raven's zoids and then towards the base. Celine must be exhausted, but she was obviously not showing it. The others smiled at her strength to stay strong in front of them. They approved of her being the leader, but what they didn't approve of was the fact that she hides her true feelings from them when it would be better if she just told them how she felt. But they knew Celine by now. Celine's stubborn and prefers to remain to herself.
But they had a feeling Raven would change all of that.
Author's note: And this is the end of it :P sorry if it appears that it's a bit hurried but in truth, I couldn't really think of any other chapters for it so I thought that I'd end it on this one. I do like doing the story of those that love reading it, but I've ran out of ideas for Return of the Angels. However, if anyone wants a continuation, just message me and I may consider making a third part to it.