"YOU ARE WHAT?!" Blitzo exclaimed with a shocked expression.
"You're leaving? How come Mox?" Millie calmly questioned Moxxie, leaning on the reception desk in I.M.P.
"And WHY of all people is STOLAS going?" Blitzo yelled again, not giving two shits that he was talking over everyone in the room. Even Loona of all people is a little interested, and she hates Moxxies guts!
"Guys, I-I can explain…" Moxxie stuttered as the knot in his stomach returned for a final KO.
"Mox," Millie spoke up, walking in front of Blitzo and putting her hands on his shoulders. "Why are you leavin' without us? We're not mad, we just wanna know."
How was Moxxie going to explain this? What that, "Oh yeah, I'm not a demon. I'm actually a Fallen Angel from HEAVEN. Our ENEMIES. And I'm heading off with Stolas to meet Jophiel the ANGEL who could maybe help me out. Oh! And should I also mention I have WINGS?!" Like that sound actually believable? He would sound crazy! Well, crazier than he already is.
"Well Moxxie, we are coming with you." Blitzo said with a grin as he started to grab his suitcase from under his desk.
"WHAT? No-no, nobody is going with me! Not even you Millie, no offense." Moxxies last sentence went more soft-spoken, not to make his wife upset any more than she already is.
He could feel his blood starting to boil, he felt like he wanted to punch a wall. They just weren't listening to him, and it was infuriating. At any moment his wings could just spring out, and it would be the end of him. So Moxxie had to try and keep his nerves and emotions together. He remembered Stolas' warning concerning him being hunted once angels and demons got word that a fallen angel was just roaming around. And he didn't want that for Millie, or anyone he cared about in general.
"Why can't we again?" Loona pushed. Getting up from her seat behind the reception desk.
"Because, um…..we are going somewhere dangerous,"
"Well then count me in Moxxie!" Blitzo smirked and loaded his sawed-off shotgun, giving it a good twirl in his hands. "You can't avoid us Moxxie. Besides, all of us going means more clients and more ass-kicking. And I mean, who doesn't love that?" He added with a devious smirk as his tail started to whip in figure-eight motions.
But there was a sudden loud sound that rang in Moxxies ears at that moment. Was it an explosion? Gunshots? No, it can't be that. He looked at the rest of the team, which was still chatting. They didn't hear a single thing?
CRACKLE—BOOM!
It was certainly not gunshots.
Bullets don't crackle.
It sounded similar to a gun, yes. But the crackle made it sound like fireworks.
The team talking had fizzled out less than audible in his ears. Why was he the only one not hearing it? Was this because he was now an angel bull crap? Well, he always was, but he didn't know that until yesterday.
He felt a tug on his body and mind, telling him to get down. His instincts had kicked in full throttle, as he grabbed Millie and Blitzo to the ground at light speed. Bullets flew through the windows, and it forced Loona to go into kill mode as she went on the offensive hiding behind the reception table.
"Shit!" The group cursed.
"Who the fuck are these people!?" Luna growled, her teeth were starting to show, exposing the sharp dagger-like fangs underneath.
The barrage of bullets and gunshots didn't stop for what felt like an hour. But in reality, it was mere minutes.
As Moxxie kept his body to the ground, his chest rapidly began to rise and fall. His heartbeat sped up a beat a millisecond. His eyes glanced from the wooden hardwood floor, locking with the small silver-looking bullet on the ground. It didn't go through the wall, but it didn't stop it fully. As his eyes connected with the bullet, the glint, the small engravings on the casing. Moxxie felt an uneasy familiarity with the bullet. He had never seen something so…intricate. The realization set into Moxxies mind, making his brain stall.
They were no normal bullets, or demon-killing bullets no. They were ANGEL killing bullets.
A small gleam of blue light flickered in Moxxies irises as he was able to remember. It felt so foreign in his mind, but it was his memories.
The courage came back. The confidence came back. A hidden part of him came back. Only for a second.
The hue in his eyes grew a little brighter, covering the underside of his irises, but quickly fading. Moxxie slowly got up from the bullet barrage, his ears ringing. He shook his head lightly, and his face turned soft as he held out his hand for Millie.
"Millie, are you alright?" He questioned. Propping up Millie with a lift of his arm, giving a light smile. His voice was smoother than usual, but Moxxie was still in there. How was this happening? He felt like himself, but not at the same time…?
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine Mox," Millie reassured him. "You alright?"
"Yeah, I'm good." Moxxie turned over to Blitzo and Loona, giving them the same look. "You guys okay?"
"Yeah," Loona replied, almost sounding out of breath. Her long fluffy tail swayed from left to right, obviously still on edge.
"I'll live." Blitzo admitted, looking at the now shattered windows with a glare.
The sound of the door slamming open made everyone shake, the demons looked like they were part of the Hell SWAT team. Their red and yellow eyes locked onto Moxxie in a heartbeat.
Moxxie was the target.
"Moxxie." One of the demons snarled. He was big and bulky, with a thick black denim jacket, and ripped black jeans. Carrying what looked like a mace in its left hand. The other two that came in had similar attire, but different weaponry. The second demon held a double-sided axe, pure silver down to the throat. And the third had a silver revolver in his hand. He must have been the one who shot the warning bullets! "We have been-" The demons were suddenly cut off by an angered Blitzo, as he turned around and had a pissed expression plastered on his face.
"FOR GOD SAKE USE THE DAMN--oh...wait." He paused seeing the three demons standing there with confusion looking at Blitzo. "Oh! You guys actually used the door!" An actually happy smile came across his face, seeing someone not break down the wall or smash the windows was like Christmas for him. 'Now I'm going to be kind of sad to kill you now..." Blitzo cocked his shotgun and pointed it at the demons. "Eh, who am I kidding? I live for the kill!" He pulled off the trigger without a second thought, not thinking.
The bullet flew...and flew...and flew...then, it just went right through the demon. He started to do a little victory skip with the demonic smirk getting wider. But the demon just stood there. Unphased by the gunshot. Blitzo waited for the demon to drop dead...five seconds...ten seconds...thirty seconds...a minute...
The demon never dropped dead.
"Uh-oh." He mumbled to himself. Loona, Moxxie, and Millie were all shocked. A demon serving a gunshot wound to the chest was impossible! It had never in all of demonic history a demon survive something like that!
"'Uh-oh' is right...imp." The second demon with the axe growled. The first demon walked up to him, towering over him like a skyscraper. Like that was going to stop him? Nah... Blitzo made an odd movement with the tips of his finger, then smirked back at the biggest demon.
"You done fucked up pal'."
Loona from the back of the room had pounced on the back of the third demon, clawing at the demon's back like a paper shredder. She was able to sneak around the trio of demons in order to get the signal. Millie on the other hand zipped around and under the legs of the demon with the mace, violently stabbing and ripping the demon's clothing at lightspeed. The battle had ensued in the blink of an eye, while Moxxie stood there in shock. Was the team really defending him? He thought they didn't care about him as much as he expected. Minus Millie of course, but Loona and Blitzo? That were some true colors he had wished to see more often. That encouraged him, made him feel like he was worth just a little bit more in the Hell forsaken world.
So was keeping his secret really worth the risk?
Moxxie joined the fight without second thinking, pulling out his AK and going to town. The walls were soon covered in blood, painted in red. The second and third demons were dead as a doormat. But the first demon had stood tall. Victorious even. He was beaten quite badly, but he was a tank of a demon alright.
"Is that all you got little imps?" The demon announced in his gravely monotone. It was almost uneasy, why was he so determined to get Moxxie? Was this truly what Stolas meant by 'They would want your head'?
The demon began to corner Blitzo, who was now out of shotgun shells and bullets from the fight. but not only that but he was exhausted. His bones ached for rest as he took a few wobbly steps backward. The demon was so close it breathed the same air as him. Lifting up his mace...and swung.
There was a pause. A quiet. Deafening pause.
As the team opened their eyes, expecting Blitzo to be a goner. Moxxie stood tall, holding the huge mace the size of his head with both hands in front of Blitzo. The blue hue in his eyes glowed brighter as the mace shook with the pushing force of the demon and the pulling force of the fallen angel. Moxxie spoke up in a clear and determined tone, that seemed to have not come from him exactly. But from something that longed for release.
"You're going to regret that buddy." He said, taking a step forward. Forcing the demon to take a step back. "Nobody touches the people I care about."
The hue grew a little bigger.
A faint whoosh came from the back of the fallen angel, and his wings flared out in full glory as he pressed on the demon taking another step forward.
"T-The hell are YOU!?" The demon stuttered. The demon didn't know if he should've been in awe or fear. If it was an angel or a powerful demon.
"The thing you came looking for." He replied completely deadpanned. His wings lightly flapped, while the demon started to feel cornered by the massive white wings. Creating almost a box-like effect. Millie and the rest of the team couldn't say anything. They just stood there, watching. The mace dug into the chest of the demon, and he let out a howl of pain as the cold silver touched its skin. Demons couldn't touch silver, it was like their kryptonite. But fallen angels had no effect on it, showing a massive scale of power in such little time by merely holding onto the ball of the weapon.
In one final blow, the fallen angel with all of his force shoved the silver into the heart of the demon, causing him to poof into a big cloud of smoke and ash, leaving the scent of sulfur in the air. The mace dropped to the floor, with the previous blood stains gone. Reduced to atoms and smoke.
Moxxie stood there victorious, proud. But there was one thing he had to do left...Explain.
"M-Mox?" Millie stuttered, looking at his wings in awe. "Are you really what I-I think you are?"
Moxxie turned his head, and the blue in his eyes resided, and so did the confidence and power boost. His wings lightly rustled and folded in lightly, leaving a few feathers on the ground.
He took a deep breath in and sighed. "Yes."
"Holy shi-"