The room was completely white. It had no windows, no vents, only a single bed, door, and small end table. With the exception of the mirror that was connected to what looked to be concrete walls.
"We need to look for anything small to pick the door open," Maxiel said in a more commanding tone of voice as it lightly rang in Moxxies head. He continued to pace, looking under the bed, feeling his hand under the frame.
"But where—Aha!" Moxxie pulled out a small bobby pin, which ironically was you guessed it—white. He made his way other to the door, making sure not to drop the small clip, and brought it to the door.
But there was a slight problem with that.
The door knob wasn't double-sided. So the only way it could be opened was from the outside, and there was no gap separating the door from the floor. Was this how it ended? Being trapped in a bland room for all of eternity? Were Millie and the rest of the team going to be okay? Thoughts started to spiral in Moxxies mind, and he started to panic.
"Well that's not good," the angel said bluntly.
"No! It's not!" Moxxie's voice was starting to get louder, and his wings began to uncontrollably flare out in panic.
"Moxxie..." Maxiel said quietly, as he too was starting to feel the weight of the situation.
"What do we do? We can't get out! This-this is all my fault..." He was really starting to lose hope, and quickly. Moxxies voice was starting to break uncontrollably, and the angel inside him could only feel pity and sadness for his position. It wasn't his fault. This was Maxiel's mistake, one that he had tried to avoid for hundreds of years, yet in the process dragged Moxxie down with him.
"It's not your fault, it's mine." the angel admitted blandly but had an undertone of sadness and regret present.
"How?" Moxxie questioned, his wings and upper body perking up at the angel's proposal.
"I was the reason you got thrown out of heaven, the reason you became a demon. I understand with the whole—Millie and I.M.P situation, but the falling and 'Heaven is out for our asses' part was all mine."
"Why am I not surprised?"
"You shouldn't be. Besides, I'm burning off as we speak anyways."
"Burning off? How can you be burning if you're inside me?" Moxxies eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his angel responded. He got up and looked in the mirror to once again see the blue eyes angel staring back at him with a stoic expression.
"I'm not a separate being to you, Moxxie. I'm more like your past self...your grace in a sense."
"Grace," Moxxie paused as he pondered. "Why does that sound familiar?"
"It should, it is in simple terms your angelic life force. And since you have been currently using it for the last two days in a row, I'm running low on horsepower here." Maxiel almost sounded concerned.
"Oh," Moxxie finished, a little sad now knowing that a part of him is slowly going away. But he didn't let the down feelings get to him. Moxxie's wings lightly rustled as they rested on his back, and his mind was less panicked and stressed. "Any ideas then?"
"Well, we could try using some of my power."
"Didn't you JUST say it would burn off if I used your power?"
"Yea— but…okay! Okay. Maybe I am a hypocrite! We need to get out of here. That's what matters."
"Alright then. What do I do?" Moxxie took a deep breath and stood right next to the door.
Moxxie could hear a small sigh from Maxiel, and Moxxie could feel a small growing tingle start to form in the palm of his hand. He turned it over to see his palm had a light golden hue coming out of it.
"Uh……Maxiel….what are you doing?"
"No time for questioning! Put your hand near the doorknob." Maxiel strained.
"O-okay…" he put his hand by the doorknob, waiting for later instructions. "Now what?" He questioned.
"Close your eyes and focus." The angel inside him instructed, almost how a Jedi spoke to a padawan. "We need to work together on this. Okay?" he said in a more light-hearted and caring tone. He was confident that Moxxie could learn the abilities of an Angel. Moxxie was always a quick learner, something the angel greatly admired about the demon.
Moxxie gave a few small nods as he slowly held out his arm, and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and tried to focus, but his mind was too cluttered, and he pulled his arm back.
"What if this is a bad idea? I mean— what if I can't do it? Then what?" Moxxie's panic was slowly growing back, like a weed.
"You can do it Moxxie. I know you can. Now focus."
Moxxie sighed again in surrender, regaining his footing and holding out his hand to the doorknob. After a moment, the angelic glow in his palm got a little brighter. The knob started to have a light golden glow covering the metal, and Moxxie made a small grunt.
It began to slowly twist...
A little more...and more...
"Almost there...just a little further..." Maxiel has a tone of pure excitement. He was sitting at the edge of his seat in Moxxies mind. Happy to see the demon finally using his power.
CLICK!
After the sudden click of the door, Moxxie dropped his arm in an instant— taking heavy breaths.
"Haha! Yes, Moxxie!" The angel celebrated in the back of his mind.
He chuckled lightly, proud of himself, and he swung the door open, peeking his head out of the door and into the narrow white hallways.
"Hey! You're not supposed to be out of your cell!" An angel from the left exclaimed, swinging out a thin and long— dagger. No— sword?
"Angel blade! Duck Moxxie!" Maxiel yelled, and he ducked right as a second angel behind him threw the same type of blade, skimming over his blonde hair. The urgency from Maxiel's warning had made his power spike out uncontrollably in a mixture of anger and another emotion he couldn't quite place...
Moxxie propped up, his wings flared to full length, and his face turned from fear to determination. He was determined to get out, to save everyone...since he was the only one who could. His irises flashed a bright and angelic blue, and he bent down into a fighting position.
"What are you doing!? Are you planning on getting yourself killed!?" Maxiel panicked inside Moxxie, powerless.
"No more running..." He said with a prideful smirk, and he could feel the power begin to grow in him from the inside and out.
"Oh good Lord..." Maxiel repeated in his head.
His irises suddenly flushed with a golden and blue hue, making the two angels take a step back. Their eyes widened in fear. Moxxie flapped his wings so hard, it caused a powerful gust in his wake, pushing back the angel behind his back a few feet. Moxxie ran with perfect form, confidence, and long strides. He ran up the wall to his right, curving inwards, and jumping off. Throwing his leg in a fast and unreadable swing to the head, sending the first angel fast into the white wall. He dropped down without making a sound, catching the angel blade mid-air. The second angel had pure fear in his eyes, realizing that angering the demon was a bad choice. He underestimated Moxxies power by miles, turning around and running away, yelling for backup.
"Brothers! Help! He-" A blade went straight through the angel's chest before he was even able to finish. Moxxie through the heavy blade like a dart. Going through the angel's chest like butter, bleeding out on the white floor, painting it red. The thrown blade dug into the wall and wobbled from the impact. Moxxie took a deep breath and sighed, grabbing the blade embedded into the wall, and the blade in the dead angel's hand.
There was a long silence at that moment.
"Damn, my apologies." Maxiel corrected himself as Moxxie gave the new bloodied daggers a little spin.
"Now" Moxxie paused with a confident tone. His mind was set on a new goal. Not to get his angel side out, not to learn to control his powers or wings.
"It's time to save my friends!"