Chapter 14
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"I never said my men would hold up the bargain. You should have listened Ariel." Lucifer said as Ariel sunk to her knees. Lucifer's lieutenant pushed it further in, expelling more precious air from her lungs.
"Angel of Death," He muttered as if it were a curse, "Protector and yet, you could not even protect yourself." Lucifer spat and stepped over her.
"NOW GIVE ME THE SAMENTO." Lucifer demanded, Skye was there and had seen the whole thing. Lucifer gaze now fell on her and he leered, "YOU ARE MINE!"
Meanwhile Ariel pulled out the staff from her chest and coughed. "Forgive me for I have failed." She whispered, feeling the warmth around her she smiled, murmuring, "At least I am not alone…"
'You were never alone; you know what must be done.' A deep, kind voice spoke to her.
She hissed as she stood up. The lieutenant that stabbed her was now next to Lucifer, about to attack Jason who shielded Skye.
He cackled darkly, "Bold effort, but you are no match for me."
Ariel decapitated the Lieutenant's head causing Lucifer to swing back to her.
His eyes widened, "Impossible. That was white wood… You should be dead." He stuttered, simultaneously drawing his sword out. Ariel grabbed it off him and his eyes widened further,
Ariel's eyes were glowing now. "YOU BETRAYED YOUR OATH."
She grabbed his throat. She gave a short glance to Jason and he saw her sadness.
"Ariel please no, there must be another way." He pleaded.
It dawned on Lucifer what she was about to do. He struggled against her but her grip was iron. He tried flying away but they were not his original angel wing they were placed on him by dark magic, so they were useless against her. Ariel was now glowing white. She jumped straight up into the heart of the enemy. The others followed her with their gaze but had to look away as there was a bright light and a gust of wind blasting everything in the air. Then it started raining, although it was not rain it was ash.
"What the hell?" Tony questioned, arm outstretched collecting ash on his robotic hand.
"What the hell indeed," Coulson wondered quietly. Watching Jason stand there, looking up.
"Noah, get up there and see if you can find her." Jason demanded.
A tall broad man in his early twenties hopped into one of the crafts and flew up into the ash cloud that was raining down on New York.
"Where are they?" Coulson asked.
"Dead," Jason answered half-heartedly.
"Are you sure?" May asked
"Very. If they weren't it would not be raining ash." Jason replied, heading for another craft to help Noah search.
"Three blocks over from your position," Noah told Jason telepathically.