Chapter 26

Okay, I have an on-going bet with my friends that I won't finish this, so I'm going to prove them wrong for doubting me! And because I might get $10 out of this… Wish me luck!

Anyways, I found out for the movie cast that Avan Jogia or something like that from Victorious, I think, is playing Fang. He's okay, I guess in this one picture I found. Anyways, how is he Fang? But he's twenty! *Sigh* I forgot who Max was going to be… But I read this on the internet so it isn't necessarily true. I didn't feel like getting an account on this one website just to find out the full cast. Anyhoo, on with the story…

Max

Chaos. That's the only way to describe the scene before me. War isn't clean or organized. It is screams of agony, cries of fury, and blood mixed with sweat and spit. It was the clang of weapon against weapon, the flurry of feathers from stained wings, and smoke from enflamed arrows. The shrieks of the war around me hurt my head. Focus, Max, the Voice spoke into my mind.

I tried to focus. I fended off every blow sent at me. My eyes darted around for the flock. A demon fell at my feet, its black blood pooling and I step away quickly. I found Fang, he was holding his own. He was beautiful in battle; his movements were fluid, graceful as if he was dancing. Angel's little determined eyes were bright and shining as she sent an oily black lizard monster flying through the air and crashing into a succubus. I found Nudge and Gazzy fighting side by side, and Nudge was actually quiet for once as she sailed through the air towards her enemy. Izzy was in the air, taking down a dragon. Trying to get closer to my flock, I fly high up in the sky and fold in my wings, diving towards them. I land right next to Fang, and he gives me a nod of acknowledgement as we fight back to back, warding off monster after monster.

"Max?" Fang's ragged breathing sounds jaggedly behind me.

"Yeah?" I reply with the same tone, jabbing at a serpent.

"Whatever happens, I love you."

I turn to him, shocked, and his face is grim and focused. "Fang, I-"

There's a sudden shock of pain as something sliced through my armor. I look at my arm in surprise as a dark liquid tainted the silvery metal. Fang turns quickly and stabs at something I can't see. "Max!" he turns to me, but his voice is muffled.

Everything is so quiet, except my heartbeat, which pounds in my ears. What's happening? There's a shout but everything goes blurry. All I see is a burning arrow headed straight for me.

Fang

"Fang, I-"Max turns to me and my heart stops for a second.

There's a quick movement out of the corner of my eye but I move too slowly. I drive my sword into a NightHunter's chest. They're messy to kill but they're dangerous. Their poison can kill a person within a minute.

"Max!" I turn to her but it's too late. Her hand is grasping at her arm, blood pooling from her fingertips. Her gaze unfocused then re-focused. She moves her lips to say something but faints instead. That's unlike her. I catch her before she reaches the ground.

Something fluttering behind me made me turn. I shielded Max's body as it struck, right between my wings. I let air escape from my mouth as the arrow pierced my skin. It hurt like Hell fire. I could feel the heat searing inside me. It was like being in the Torture Cells all over again. Maybe it was to prepare the Flock for this War. I could feel my knees weakining and I quickly slid an arm around her, slowing her fall as we both tumbled to the ground.

Max

I woke to whiteness. Am I in Heaven again? Did we win the War? I think hazily.

There is a hollow chuckle, No, Maximum, not yet.

It was the Voice, but it sounded different, closer. I could almost feel its emotions and inflections. Before, the Voice was dull, monotone. But now, it seemed like it was no longer anit. In fact…

From the whiteness of everything emerged a woman. She looked a lot like me but older and her blonde hair flowed to her waist. Her skin was unblemished, without any traces of scars or blood or anything equally degrading. She looked perfect, even for an angel. She wore a flowing white gown with a black pendant at her throat. Her vivid plum-colored wings were folded neatly behind her, not a feather out of place. Her feet were bare but twin bands of woven ivy cuffed each of her wrists. I sound like Nudge now.

"Who are you?" I winced a little as my voice echoed loudly.

She smiles, a kind one, almost motherly, "My name is Danika."

I look at her confusedly, "I don't know you, do I?"

"Don't you, Max?" she smiles bigger, "I'm your Voice."

I stare at her. She was my Voice? Was she a Watcher or an Archangel? How did she play into this? How is she my Voice? And why did I not recognize her voice if she really was the Voice?

"I'm also, your mother in a sense."

My jaw drops open. I struggle to pull myself together, "How?"

"I am your mother, and Ari's and Sreva from District 7, Haven from 3, Chanta from 12, Truman from 8, and many many more. In that case, you have many many siblings other than Ari," she looks past me before she looks into my face once again, "I was one of the Originals, Max. But in order to make more angels, we had to sacrifice ourselves. In a way, we were parents to our new generation of angels and each of our "children" bore our essence. That's why I can speak into you and why you can see me now even though I've been long destroyed.

"When I was young, Heaven was almost empty. I remember it was just a few of us, a handful really, Stella, Astin, Citlali, Altair, Ademar, Marianela, Stelian, Tara and me of course. It was lonely, and there really was no purpose, but to serve the Lord. The Lord however, wished us to enjoy ourselves. We were created to serve a purpose, we all knew that, and we all knew the purpose was to serve the Lord. If he wanted to us to enjoy ourselves, we would, but our only happiness came from serving Him. He didn't require our service though, not at the time, and slowly, without use, we began to dwindle away into oblivion.

"But He came to us for a request and that's how all the angels alive today came to be. And that's why I'm your mother, Max." Danika gives me a bright smile. I couldn't believe it. Something in me told me that she was telling the truth. She felt like me, if that made any sense. She felt familiar, like I knew her since I was born. Her story also made a lot of sense. "But there's more to your story. I'm Lucifer's "Mother" too.

We stand in silence, me unspeaking, my mother watchful. I couldn't find what to say. Maybe I always knew all along. I did look up to Lucifer like a brother, didn't I? But he didn't treat me like a brother.

"Am I dead?" I ask, because something bit at my conscious and because I couldn't think of Lucifer as a brother.

"No," she looks downwards as if seeing something I couldn't through the floor, "You can't die, not yet. You play too big of a part in the story already. I'll let you leave now, Max, but I'll warn you when you return." But her voice was already fading. She mouthed something as she dissipated.

I opened my eyes to Fang, broken and bleeding.

Back story, I guess. Do you think Fang is gonna live? Thoughts on this chapter? Or even the movie? I don't know the full cast so I don't know how it's gonna be.

Anon13- I probably am giving you a heart attack with this chapter. So what do you think?

Ira Night- Thanks for reviewing and reading and being supportive!

HaleyBopperz-That's a great quote, what music video did you get it from?

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