The dreams never stopped for Moxxie. They had gotten more frequent, more vivid but clear. He kept seeing the mirrored image of what he could be. The white room had become oddly familiar, the image embedding into his brain. The soft hum of Stolas' limo had made Moxxie drift off to sleep, leaning on the left side door of the car. They were on their way to Jophiel, the angel Stolas listed to him that would help in his...situation. Moxxies wings were fully retracted back in, having to change his shirt from them tearing through the thin fabric. Ever since Moxxie had winded down from the demon attack, he had been feeling this almost tugging urge. A feeling of longing for power. The fear he emanated, the pride, the confidence.
But that wasn't Him. It felt like someone else entirely.
And it wanted out. BADLY.
His eyes suddenly opened wide. He could see the white walls...white desk...white bed...white...white...white. No other colors than it.
Moxxie sighed deeply, and looked into the mirror, which still reflected his so-called 'angelic side'. Or at least what Stolas told him it was. Moxxie was more open with him than the rest of the team, even Millie. He couldn't shield her away, or put her in the dark, but that didn't mean he couldn't protect her.
'Who are you?" Moxxie questioned the reflection as his red tail flicked from left to right. He wasn't expecting an answer, just dead silence.
But it responded.
Its golden blue eyes stared down at Moxxie like a hawk—like he was below it.
"You." It deadpanned, putting its hands behind its back, and straitening out its posture. Its response had made Moxxie shutter, like the man in the mirror knew everything he was about to say. Was this really himself looking back at him?
The limo hit a pothole, making Moxxie jolt awake in the back seat from the dream. His wings were one hair away from springing out like a rubber band. But he quickly regained his composure by taking a deep breath.
"Mox?" Millie questioned. She too was half asleep from the ride, as the blood moon started to get to the summit of its cycle. "You okay?" She added with a caring tone, giving the same hand-to-arm gesture last night.
Moxxie had to take a moment then nodded lightly. "Yeah," he said quietly, stroking Millie's cheek once, and going back to looking out the window in silence. After a quick moment, a raspy voice from the front speaks up through the dark-tinted glass, separating the front from the back.
"Where here!" The driver announced with a gravely rasp to his tone.
The whole team woke up quickly, getting their weapons and cases following Stolas. They looked towards the house, and many mouths dropped at that moment. It was a little bit smaller than the Goetia Family Mansion. It had sleek blue marble, with white and silver lining.
"Holy--literally." Blitzo's mouth dropped and was shocked that the angel of Wisdom and Knowledge had lived here. In Hell of all places? Wasn't she supposed to be in Heaven doing whatever angels do? Like sitting in clouds?
"Language, Blitzy. She could literally smite you in a millisecond if you're not careful." Stolas informed him in a calm tone. Not at all nervous about the bad obviousness of the angel death threat.
"Are you sure this is safe?" Moxxie questioned quietly, leaning over to Loona and Blitzo.
"If Stolas says she's cool, she's cool," Blitzo answered, while Loona was on her phone texting Octavia about a possible girl's night out once all of this was over. Moxxie was nervous, even though his friends and Stolas were here which mean that dangers weren't out of the clear just yet.
The wide doors that opened looked like the gates of heaven, designed with golden and silver trim all around the edges. And out came a woman about Stolas' height, with bright red and curly hair. Sher eyes were a deep crimson, with flickers of gold and magenta flushing the irises. Not only that, but she had pale and smooth skin, that made her huge black wings pop from her backside. Like they were taking in the whole canvas as they rustled lightly behind her. With the incorporation of her long and thin jet-black horns that looked like they could touch the sky. The patterns are so intricate with silver and gold stripes.
"Stolas," Her tone was smooth like an angel should sound. But it had a certain demonic edge to it, enough to make the lower demons cower and shutter. Her voice carried power, pride, and of course--angelicness. Her robe was pure white, looking like stars in midday, and the collar looked like it was made of clouds.
She was a true Angel.
"Jo," Stolas did a low bow, and Jophiel followed simultaneously.
"What brings you here?" She questioned, gesturing for the group to come in. Which was a little suspicious in Moxxies eyes. Why was she just letting a bunch of demons into her mansion? Did Stolas already give her information about them already? Or was there something bigger at play?
"Moxxie here is one of the Fallen," Stolas motioned his hand to present the little demon to the Angel that absolutely towered over him.
Jophiel gives a quick look at Stolas, furrowing her eyebrows and tilting her head to the side. "He is?" She motioned her hand as well to Moxxie, almost not believing that he was the fallen angel of the group. "Not him? Or her?" She moved her glance over to Millie and Blitzo, but they shook their heads in denial.
There was a short pause from the angel.
"Then what's the problem Stolas?" She continued, having a curious and intrigued facial expression. "I don't see him turned yet," She admitted, looking Moxxie up and down again. What did she mean by 'Turned'? Was that a bad thing? Was Moxxie in trouble?
"Not yet anyways," Stolas spoke up, "But he can't control it. Is there any way we could...chat with it? By any chance?" Stolas questioned in a calm but insisting matter-of-fact tone.
Jophiel sighed in agreement, putting her hand behind her neck and rubbing it lightly. "I believe so," She turned her attention to Moxxie again. "But I need your permission for this to work Moxxie."
There was another pause.
"Alright, I'll do it."
The answer seemed to have come out of Moxxies mouth, but it wasn't him speaking at that moment. But he agreed with the subconscious answer, following Stolas and Jophiel while the team followed from behind. Even they too were confused by Moxxies sudden and clear answer, like they too didn't believe that was really Moxxie that answered.
But something else...
Powerful...
"Stay here," Jophiel motioned for Moxxie to stay while the rest of the group went into a closed-off room, that was guarded by two archdemons on either end. Something was up. They didn't want Moxxie to know what was going on behind those doors...
After waiting in the lobby of the mansion, Moxxie was called into the room. It was dark and cold, and the smell of silver was in the air. As he stepped into the room, looking for a light switch, or a voice of his friends. He had gotten to the center of the room when he felt his whole body's energy get drained, and all he could do was stand there. The lightly flicked on, and he realized what he was standing in the middle of...
An angel seal.
The tug in his mind and body got stronger as Stolas and Johpiel stood at both ends of the circle. While Millie was nervously fidgeting with her hands, Blitzo was showing no emotion, but his tail twitched in nervousness. Luna on the other hand had put her phone away, with her arms crossed. She seemed to not be worried or nervous, just curious.
Stolas and Jophiel held both of their hands and started to chant in Latin, their palms started to glow.
The tug got stronger.
And became harder to suppress.
The chanting got louder.
The circle became brighter, emitting a bright red and golden color, that seemed to twist and shift like clockwork. It started to create a high pitch whirring, as the two most powerful beings had created the circle, and they were going got finish the spell no matter what happens.
A sudden shockwave exploded out from the seal, sending everything and everyone back into a wall or corner. It was like a flashbang to the eyes, and a thousand thunderclaps. As the white particles fizzed out into smoke and glittering particles, a figure stood up tall.
He had blue eyes, white horns, a pearl white tail, and wings that flared perfectly controlled. He put his hands behind his back and spoke calmly and clearly.
"You wanted to chat?"