Angel and General Faulk had a fight after they completely took back Scotland, Ireland and Wales that made them almost enemies, Angel found herself alone during the take back of the rest of the United Kingdom but luckily for her she met no opposition from her family while doing so. After a month of taking back the United Kingdom she set her sights on Eurasia, the first country being China. She had already gone out to scout the region and had counted the camps, in total there was just under fifty camps in China, the largest being near the Forbidden City, which had held a surprise for her when she had gone to check it out. About a year ago she had split the Forbidden City in half after she had gone to refreshen her skills in magic, it was now back in form and looking like it should except for one thing. Her grandfather's ship, the SkuCoil, was in the center of the palace.
"Well, I have a while before I get to Beijing," Angel thought to herself. "whatever he is here for, I hope I don't face up with him yet."
She went on, scouting the other areas of China and found that it was just monsters in the camps and not anyone in her family. When she had reached Hainan and found no camps there whatsoever she decided to head back to the refugee camp in North America and start planning. When she got back she found that there was a large throng of monsters around the shield of the camp, her uncle was slashing at the shield with his sword, large sparks being sent back at him, she ignored him and went to the tent of command, when she threw the tent flaps back and walked in she stopped short, sitting in a folding chair was General Faulk, his son William "Billy" Faulk and his fiancée, Cindy Blake, were with him.
"Cindy." Angel nodded after she said hello. "Billy."
"Hello Angel." Cindy and Billy said together. "How've you been?"
"Good but would be better without them monsters on our planet." Angel replied. "Speaking of which, General, what's going on outside?"
Cindy Blake had healed up well after her encounter with Angel's father, and thankfully after being raped by him she had turned up not pregnant which was a relief to the General and his son. Cindy had blonde hair which was cut to look like a smile, it was short on the sides but was longer in the back, she had blue eyes. Her face was clear of all bruises and scratches, her neck and shoulder no longer had the bite marks from Master Vile and she looked very healthy and happy. She was wearing a purple shirt and blue jeans with white tennis shoes. William "Billy" Faulk, General Faulk's son, was a tall man reaching near six feet in height with brown hair and eyes, he was wearing a black shirt and blue jeans with brown boots. He and Cindy had previously worked for News Channel 12 before Master Vile had arrived on Earth.
"Been attacking the shield for an hour now ma'am." the general answered. "Want in pretty bad it looks, especially that one guy."
"Triskull." Angel mouthed. "My grandfather is in China, he's taken up residence in the Forbidden City."
"How is your grandfather?" General Faulk asked. "How powerful, I mean."
"Pretty powerful, and he's almost a hundred thousand years older than my father." Angel replied. "When are you planning on heading to China?" Cindy asked.
"Tomorrow." Angel answered. "Tomorrow fresh in the morning."
"I won't be able to attend," General Faulk sneered at her. "that fight we had still has me sore at you."
"Ah blah ah blah ah blah!" Angel mocked the general. "I took care of the United Kingdom on my own, I can do the same in China thank you very much."
Angel left the tent after grabbed a blue notebook, the fight that she had had with the general was fresh in her mind. It had started normally that day, she had just poured herself some water to drink and he had come in and slapped her on the back hard enough for all of the water to splash in her face. She had turned on him and started giving him a piece of her mind when he had started in saying that maybe the camp and its people would be better off if they handed her over to her father. They had yelled at each other back and forth afterwards, he had actually had the nerve to call her on her fertility which she had accidentally slipped out one day to him. Afterward, feeling extremely angry with the general and feeling deeply hurt by the comment on her fertility, she had walked out of the tent and gone to her own.
She stopped just in front of her tent, Triskull was still trying to get into the camp but had stopped slicing at the shield with his sword, he was now sending energy blasts at the shield which were not doing anything but sending sparks back to him. She shook her head at her uncle when he looked at her then opened the notebook. Inside the notebook were her notes and plans for the attacks on the monster camps, she made a new page up and added that her grandfather was in Beijing and that the number of camps that she had seen. When she was done she added that Triskull was doubling his efforts to get into the camp. She snapped the notebook shut and went into her tent, she placed the book down and went to bed.
When Angel woke up the next morning she had a feeling that something wasn't going to go right, she ate a light breakfast, collected her sword and her father's horse who had healed up well. She had worked hard to get the coal-black stallion named Ayut Hazem to trust her as he would only let her walk him from the ground, when she had sat down on his back he would bolt then reach for the sky. It seemed to her that her father trained his horses, or at least some of them, to trust him and only him. She collected the troops that were going with her, a scant one hundred well trained militants, then teleported to Xinjiang. They traveled a short way then got in position but before a single bullet could be fired they got a shock. KurukVile Surfeit, Angel's own grandfather, rode up it seemed out of nowhere on a gigantic looking horse.
"You've had a good run, Angel." her grandfather said loudly so she and her troops could hear him. "Time for you to learn a lesson or two."
The troops on both sides of her were nervous, she could feel it, she too was nervous and that she knew she had to throw off of her. She reminded herself of her fights with her father, how she had been able to fight him fine. Ayut Hazem snorted then pawed at the ground with his foreleg, Angel released the reins and sent him off. Before the horse could get very far she turned her head to the side and yelled back to her troops.
"Fire!" Angel yelled. "No mercy! Fire!"
KurukVile kicked his horse into a fast run, he tore down the hill at her then, to her extreme surprise, he leaped from the back of his horse at her. Angel yanked the reins to the side quick and Ayut Hazem, her father's horse, pulled to the left. Her grandfather fell close by her, he was close enough to grab her by the wrist and pull her down with him. She didn't stay on her belly on the ground for long, she jumped up and lunged at her grandfather, she kicked him twice in the ribs then again in the face and attempted to kick him in the neck when he rolled over and shot an orange energy ball at her which sent her flying into the air. When she landed on the ground she leaped up but found herself flying again in the air, her grandfather had used a move she had never seen before. He had done a hand stand and while rolling his legs around had sent an energy blast at her. She got up fast and threw a chunk of Earth at him which he dodged, he ran at her like a mad bull and she had just time to move out of the way to avoid him running into her. With her wrists set at ninety degree angles she forced water from the lake nearby and shot it at him, he met her water attack with a fire attack which sent a great explosion of flames out.
"So, of the offspring and grand-offspring I have I only have one who can do elemental powers." KurukVile said, he was not breathing hard at all. "That is sad."
Angel made a large strand of water shoot up from the lake, she made it circle around her, growing larger, until finally she shot it out at her grandfather. KurukVile moved one of his hands forward, it started out flat then he fisted it, the water that rushed out at him became sand and dropped to the ground almost without sound. He rushed forward, throwing his hands forward then side to side, making chunks of the Earth rise up, leaving holes underneath. Angel jumped up in the air and hopped each chunk of Earth, when she landed after hopping on the last chunk she made a wave of the ground and ran along it, her grandfather slammed his fist down on the ground and the Earth wave crumbled under her. She landed hard but rolled to her feet.
Angel decided to switch it up, she ran at her grandfather who lifted and threw medium-sized rocks at her. When she was five feet from him she stopped suddenly, she whipped her hands above her head to make the dust form up, when it was a big cloud above her she sent it flying by throwing her arms forward. The cloud of dust hit her grandfather, who was almost caught unprepared. He coughed and staggered then ran at her with a roar. She leaped up into the air above him, when she was in the air she transformed into a Velociraptor. She had learned how to transform into extinct animals recently and had found them very useful in battle. Her Velociraptor form had dull red scales and light green eyes. She turned around and ran at her grandfather who had just turned around and jumped at him, when they hit she dug her sickle claws on her back feet into his stomach, they cut through the fabric of his black leather robe. He wrapped his hands around her, he had a strong grip on him and when he tightened his hands on her Dinosaur-body she felt ribs cracking. Not being able to take the pressure, she dove her head forward, her mouth open and her teeth snapping. She had done this once, to her father and it had left him with a bad wound on his ear that had left him near deaf for a short while. When her sharp teeth latched onto his medium-length elongated ear his fiery red eyes bulged out and he sent out a thunderous roar of pain. With his hands still tightened around her, he swung her down. She lost her breath but was able to roll away from her grandfather, transforming into her true form as she did so, she knew her ribs had broke after being body slammed by him. KurukVile's ear was spewing out dark green blood, his hand was on it and his body was writhing in pain.
"Yeah ya like that Old Timer!" she exclaimed.
He turned at her then, his fiery red eyes with the tiny black pupils blazing with anger and pain, with a furious roar he ran at her. Angel, despite her broke ribs, ran at him. When they collided he wrapped his hands around her, he had trapped one of her arms to her side. He had made a fist of one of his hands and had placed it in his other, while looking at her, his deep anger very present in his face, he tightened his grip. Angel's broken ribs screamed, she screamed in pain, he didn't say anything. Despite the pain she raised the arm that wasn't trapped and swung it, it collided with her grandfather's eye, he shook his head but didn't drop her so she swung again, when her fist met up with his face she unfisted her hand and, with the nails on her hand that had just grown back, she clawed him down the right side of his face. That did it, he dropped her and with a great roar of pain he grabbed the right side of his face, blood flowed from the wounds on his face, blood flowed from his ear that she had bitten while in her Velociraptor-form, Angel took this chance to look at the troops. They had won the fight and were waiting on her to teleport them back to the camp so she wrapped her hands around herself and teleported to them. When she got to the troops she teleported them, standing straight up and down like a pole, to the camp in North America. She teleported herself to Fuyun County, she quickly placed a red colored shield over the county then teleported to the refugee camp. When she got there she saw that the battle for Fuyun county had been a difficult one, not just for her but also for the troops. Many were injured and being treated for deep cuts and wounds.
"How many injured in the last fight?" Angel asked the lieutenant.
"Aiiiii lot!" Lieutenant Rollins answered. "I think that the monsters in that camp were ready for us, they started fighting us before you and your grandfather started ya'lls fight."
"We had it easy with the United Kingdom." Angel sighed. "It'll be getting harder and harder now."
"Your arm okay?" Lieutenant Rollins asked. "Looks broke."
"No the arm's not broke," Angel replied. "it hurts a lot but it's not broke. My ribs though I'd be surprised if they were not broke."
"Sounds like you had it rough too." Lieutenant Rollins gently touched her ribs with his fingertips, she grimaced and pulled away. "Yep, I'd say broke."
Angel's ribs were definitely broke, she had them tended to and had her arm looked at. The doctor was surprised that it wasn't broke, and so was she. He said to her that if her grandfather had applied just a tiny bit more of pressure her arm would have snapped in two at the elbow. Angel decided to take a short break to recover from her injuries. KurukVile Surfeit, on the other hand, had more serious injuries. He had his physician who lived with him tend his ear and his face, the nail marks on the right side of his face were deep and would require some time to heal. The teeth marks on his left ear were deep and he could only hear buzzing from that ear, his physician had it medicated and bandaged. After being medicated and bandaged up, KurukVile went off to one of the inside pools on the Forbidden City, he told his wife gently to not bother him, that he wanted to be alone for a while to collect his thoughts and relax.
"You're father isn't available, Viley." Irka said to her to her son when he called her up a little later on.
"What happened?" Master Vile asked. "I heard that Angel was in China today, what happened? Do you know?"
"Your father and she had a..." Irka searched for the right word. "they had an altercation today."
"What kind of altercation?" Master Vile's voice was now heavy with concern. "Did he hurt her? If he hurt her he's going to have trouble with..."
"Young man you stop right there!" Irka exclaimed. "Now your father and your daughter had a fight, your father got injured and he's off someplace. I don't know what happened, but I do know that you won't be doing any harm on your father. I don't care if she's your daughter, she asked for what all she got. Accept it, young man."
The phone that Irka was using to talk with her oldest son was one of her favorites, the handle was a femur bone and was a nice polished black, the ear parts were claws and were red and shiny, the cord between the handset and the main part was black while the main part, a skull with large fangs, was black and shiny, the fangs were white except for the tips which were red, a trickle of blood was painted on the lower jaw. Irka looked around the room she was in, although it was comfortable it wasn't home and she missed her fortress very much. The room had two couches, one was red leather and short while the other stretched long and was furred, the latter one she liked better than the shorter one. There was one chair and it matched the red leather couch. A shelf ran up one side of the room, on it was the hunting of her husbands. There was a small and very finely polished Crocodile skull on the bottom shelf, a bear and bear cub skull above it with a skull of an animal with twisted horns on its head and above them was a huge skull that her husband had had to attached to the wall, it had antlers on its head which splayed out sideways. She was standing on a white fur rug, the head was still attached to it, her husband had hunted and killed it while in Alaska.
The photo on the wall above where the chair was she turned to, it was one that made her soften up. It was a portrait, not a photo by a finely painted portrait of her in KurukVile's arms. The artist had captured every detail so greatly. KurukVile had stolen her heart the minute she had seen him, he had been dating Agola at the time and she had stayed away until one day when she had found herself literally walking into him after he had come into town for errands. Agola had thrown fits when he had left her and Irka had felt bad and tried keeping on a low for a short while but KurukVile had come strong and had told her that it was a long time in the making for him leaving Agola.
"Lady is no longer respectful." he had told her once. "I come home after a long stay conquering worlds and she wants me to jump in the sack then she tosses the kids at me and leaves for a long stretch."
Agola and KurukVile's relationship hadn't started on KurukVile's behalf, he had simply let her in after she had said she would not stop stalking him. He had fathered her two daughter's and had trained them, when he was allowed to that was as Agola was strict that he be careful with them. The oldest daughter, Dione was her name, had thrown a huge fit when he had left her mother and Azone, the younger daughter, had followed in her example. It was all a huge mess and she near left KurukVile twice because of it. While her husband was thinking up plans for another planetary conquest he was talking with her about offspring, due to Agola and her two daughter's causing troubles she had forced him to use a condom or just forget that part of their relationship for fifty years. They had been married soon after their first child, Vile, had been born. She couldn't be happier, she had a great life, a great and loving husband and three great kids.
"Make sure you tell him to not harm me daughter," Master Vile snapped her back into reality. "he has no right to harm her."
Before Irka could reply the line went dead. Shaking her head, she replaced the receiver on the hook and left the room. She left the ship entirely, heading to the palace that her husband had picked for their temporary residence. She liked the palace enough to stay here but to her it was nothing compared to the ones that her husband and she had on Gamma-Vile. This one felt empty, no people here, no animals around it, just a big empty palace that wasn't in use. To her also, it wasn't very well decorated, it looked dull to her. She walked along the gray cobblestone road then went up a flight of stone steps to the large and heavy double doors which had gold nobs on them. She pushed the doors open and went in, walking through the hallway with was white limestone and slick underfoot, she had to hug the wall to prevent herself from slipping to the floor. The roof, and ceiling, above her was wood and nicely carved, it was painted red. She silently slipped into the pool yard and looked around. There were four pools in the room, one was longer than the others and in the center of the room, the two on either side were square-sized. The fourth pool was in the shape of an oval, her husband was in this pool, his garments were hanging on a railing behind him, his head was propped up against the black marble outer edge of the pool. Seeing that she hadn't been seen she walked around the pool area silently, her hand trailing on the railing. When she got behind her husband she noticed that his eyes were closed, he was naked in the pool and looked rather peaceful so she turned to leave him be.
"From the fragrance of vanilla and rose oil that I smell suddenly," her husband said gently, suddenly. "my wife must be in the area."
Irka smiled and walked around the railing to the opening, when she entered the pool area she teasingly walked slow to her husband, when she knelt down by his head he reached his hand up, touching her chin gently with his nails. Her husband might of been over a hundred and fifty thousand years of age, but he definitely didn't look it! His body was split evenly in color, the right side being white and the left side was red, his chest was fully fleshed and supple in rolling muscle. His waist was thick, his legs were as strong as rocks and his arms were bulging in great muscles. Despite his great muscle he was real gentle with her and with his children, she liked that a lot. She found herself looking down, she felt guilty for it, as always, but she took in his man-parts. Unlike most men who were big with great muscle but had short phallus's KurukVile was large. It was all one color, red, and was eight inches flaccid. The units underneath were medium in size but they carried enough to keep him going all night, or in his case if Irka really wanted it and if he was in the mood for two days straight.
"Join me my pet." her husband said to her, he slid his hand down from her chin to the top of her dress where he undid three of her buttons.
Angel and Lieutenant Rollins, her now second-in-command until General Faulk decided to come around, went all about Xinjiang, China taking back the region. They completed the take over after a week of their initial start. Angel held a meeting with the Lieutenant and asked him if he thought it was a good idea to have more troops involved than the under hundred that they took with them with each attack. He agreed and when they went to Tibet, which was a large area with even more camps. They took two hundred troops with them this time, each armed with the best of weaponry and each battle hardened and experienced. They found to their great surprise that they took the region easy. They had it completely recovered by the end of day three. They slept well for two nights then woke up early and prepared for their trip to Gansu Province. When they got there they found a heavy fog over the landscape, it was so heavy it hindered their vision, walking slowly, they went forward until, suddenly, a loud clap was heard and the front troops flew through the air.
"Fire!" Angel screamed. "Fire in all directions!"
"Trust your instincts men!" Lieutenant Rollins ordered. "Do as she says!"
Angel was about to say something else when she felt herself flying from the saddle on Gasha's back. When she landed on the ground she found that the Lieutenant was right beside her. He looked at her incredulously then started to get up, he flopped back down on his stomach, his eyes were wide and he was struggling but he couldn't get up. Angel looked at his back and saw that a foot was standing on him. The boot was heavy, leather, brown and shiny, she saw that whoever it was that was standing on the Lieutenant was wearing a brown robe, a darker colored brown pair of pants underneath of it. She was about to get up to help the Lieutenant when she felt a hand grab her by the neck, she screamed loudly as she was hoisted up from the ground, the nails on the hand tightened around her throat and she choked.
"Hello granddaughter." her grandfather said in her face after he had pulled her fully up from the ground. "Good morrow to you."
Angel gasped and pulled her elbow back, when she shot her hand forward it was enveloped in a red energy which, when she released it and it hit her grandfather, sent him flying in the air. All around Angel she heard yelling and screaming, she had been dropped. The Lieutenant grabbed her by the back of her shirt and yanked her up, she had been wearing a blue blouse that morning and when he yanked her up all of the buttons on the front popped loose. She swung her hands all about, the fog, which was just a collection of water droplets that was suspended in the air, cleared. She and her unit were surrounded, she saw. They had walked right into a trap.
KurukVile rushed back in, his granddaughter's back was to him so when he got to her he snatched her up in his arms. She swung her arms back, trying to jab her fingers into his eyes, but she wasn't as tall as her grandfather who stood a good six-foot four inches in height. She struggled to turn around, she kicked her legs out, punched her elbows back and swung her head back, trying to get turned towards him so she could fight him with her hands. Her grandfather merely strengthened his hold on her. She felt her lungs tighten, it was hard to breath, her throat had become tighter and she was starting to gasp for breath. Her vision was blurring up, she saw the Lieutenant running, as were his troops, to the teleportation window that she had put up just in case the situation she was in happened. The Lieutenant and the troops went through it and it closed off forever, she was now alone with her grandfather, KurukVile Surfeit. She threw herself to the left and right and kicked her legs out one more time, her grandfather tightened his hold on her and she fell into a gray darkness. When her grandfather released his hold on her and she fell with a flop to the ground, she looked up weakly.
"Not so tough now are ya?" her grandfather said to her.
He bent down at her, in his hand she saw a blue rag. She felt his hand wrap around her neck and even though she fought him by digging her barely grown out fingernails into his hands and arms and by giving one or two kicks she found herself beat. She felt the blue rag being pressed up against her face, up against her nose and mouth, she fought him by trying to tear it off of her which forced him to press it in harder. She reached her hands up and started clawing at his face, she got two good clawings in before her hand fell, it was as if her hand had become a weight and she couldn't lift it up. She saw stars at first, then the world swam in black and white before it became foggy. Before she went into an unwanted sleep the terrified thought of him suffocating her, of him killing her, passed through her mind.