Chapter 1: Death, My Savior.
"Ah, Finally!"
Mors had done it, he was able to open a gate to hell no problem. It was odd, Opening a gate to hell was surprisingly easy for him, While opening a gate to heaven was always a struggle and he never understood why. Yet, He was able to go to hell, easy peasy.
Weird.
Mors looked around the area he transported to. He expected a large barren landscape with fire and brimstone.
Instead, He got what looked like a gigantic modern city with a large sign in front of him with the words 'Welcome to Hell' on it.
"Oh, Well isn't that charming." Mors spoke out with a bit of smile as he started moving forward into the city. He looked around curiously as he walked through the open streets, before stopping as he started to take note of something.
He was utterly alone.
There was no one around, The streets were empty and the buildings around him looked hastily boarded up. Mors couldn't help but get a bad feeling.
Then the noise came.
'BONG'
"Huh?" Mors spoke out as he look up towards where the noise came from.
'BING'
"Uh..." He soon became confused as he saw what looked like a angelic clock tower which seemed to be the source of the noise.
'BONG'
"Well, I'm sure it's noth-" Mors cut himself off when he started noticing something in the sky flying towards the city at breakneck speed.
'BING'
"Are those... Angels?" Mors eyes widen as he spoke. Mors wasn't sure what he was looking at.
From what he could make out it looked like a feminine group of a weird demonic mix between a demon and a angel flying head first into the city. Mors got the feeling that whatever was happening was not a good thing.
Then the screaming started.
Mors was suddenly on alert, A deep rooted instinct taking control as his eyes narrowed at the ever growing screams of fear and pain.
It wasn't the first time he reacted like this. His time in the mortal realm he had become accustom to the sounds of pointless wars and meaningless slaughters.
Mors growled as six giant black wings sprouted from his back. He then rocketed toward the sky, stopping high above the city. Mors had to admit the city was very impressive, He was awestruck by it.
But then his eyes widen before narrowing into a cold rage.
The demon angel hybrids were slaughtering people left and right without remorse. They were laughing as they cut down individuals, Many poor and strange looking beings who he guessed were natives to hell were screaming and crying for mercy. He saw as two of the hybrids high fived each other while talking about 'high scores', while killing more of hell's natives.
In the mortal realm, Mors had come across many sick and twisted creatures that took pleasure in the suffering of others and every time he had to hold himself back. He was told time and time again by the archangels that if he ever went to the mortal realm he had to keep his self in check. The number one rule was that no angel was allowed to interfere with the mortal realm or harm any mortal soul, No matter how wicked the act or evil the person, Mors stood his ground always, even though he hated it.
But this wasn't the mortal realm.
And these weren't mortal souls.
So Mors wouldn't hold back.
Not for these heartless creatures.
Mors immediately dived bombed towards the closest hybrids.
And promptly smacked them into the ground, He then picked them up by the head and brought them close to his face. He inspected there features and noticed that these hybrids were wearing masks. He then shook them till they fell to the ground, their masks slipping off. Mors's eyes then widen in shock.
Before they turned into pure rage.
These weren't hybrids. These were angels dressed like demons.
The two female angels shook there heads before gripping onto their spears, getting ready to retaliate against their attacker.
Before freezing in fear at what they saw.
"Oh, Shit!" Both angels said as they immediately knew who they were looking at.
"Oh shit, Is right!" Mors screamed in rage making the two angels shiver and cower. "What the fuck do you think your doing?!" He continued, His anger increasing by the minute.
"We- We're purging the s- sinners!" One of them stuttered out, tears starting to form on her face. The fear growing that the 'unholy' angel known within heaven as the 'Black Death' would devour her very being with just a touch of his finger.
Seeing the tears growing in both angels eyes, Mors tried his best to calm down his rage but the remark about 'purging sinners' was making it rather hard. Mors narrowed his eyes and stared at the two.
"Under who's authority?" Mors questioned coldly.
The two angels looked at each other fear gripping them even deeper.
Then, After a few passing seconds, One of them gained enough courage to answer Mors with a "No one, We're here on our own ac-"
"Adam!" The other angel suddenly screamed out.
"Crib!" The first angel yelled at her fellow angel 'Crib', Surprised by her outburst.
"I don't want to die, Cradle!" Crib said tears running down her cheeks.
Cradle was about to respond before stopping when Mors let out a terrifying growl.
"Adam..." Mors spoke through gritted teeth "Of course that poor accuse for a angel would be behind this." He added, Rage bubbling up in him once more.
Then he felt something kick his leg.
"How dare you!" Crib, The once cowering, teary eye angel seemed to have done a one-eighty shift in emotions and started screaming and kicking in rage at Mors, Shocking Cradle, While Mors simply glared at her. "The only poor accuse for a angel is YOU! You unholy abomination, How dare you insult Adam!" She finished, Only for her eyes to widen in realization at what she just did.
"Crib... Holy fuck." Cradle spoke out softly, Already prepared for the inevitable end of their existence.
Tears once again came crawling down Crib's eyes as she stared up at Mors with a pleading look.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Please don't eat me! I'm not tasty, I swear!" Crib started blubbering out while Mors suddenly found himself confused at her 'Don't eat me!' remark. "Wait I know! Eat Cradle, She uses caramel scented shampoo so she's way tastier!" Crib said, Trying to throw her fellow angel under the bus.
"Seriously, Bitch!?" Cradle yelled at Crib in surprised anger.
The two angels started to bicker at each other, Mors's presence completely forgotten. Mors simply watched for a bit before finally losing his patience and grabbing the two angels by the wrist and pulling them up to his eye level.
"Silence!" Mors yelled in a very deep horrific voice, making both angel's blood run cold. Mors glared at the two before speaking once more "You two are going to listen... and listen good, Got it?"
Both angels nodded quickly in fear.
"Ok... Now." Mors calmed himself down before continuing "I'm going to let you two go." Mors said, The angels suddenly gained confused looks and were about to speak before Mors gave them a fierce glare signifying for them to keep their mouths shut.
"Then... You two are going to fly high up above the city and stay there so I can see you from all angles, While I go around collecting the rest of your murderous group, Understood?" Mors said sternly. The two terrified angels nodded not wanting to anger the giant angel of certain death anymore.
"Good. Also don't even think about going anywhere else or you'll get more then a faceplant into the ground." Mors threatened as he let go of his two captives.
"Yes, Lord Death!" The two angels said before hastily flying upwards as fast as they could.
Mors paused a bit while watching the two fly into the sky.
"Lord Death, Seriously?" Mors whispered before finally taking off to find the rest of the masked angels.
Thirty Minutes Later...
"...And your going to stay there until your commander comes for you, Do I make myself clear?" Mors spoke roughly at more invading angels that apparently call themselves 'Exorcists".
The exorcists nodded in fear like the others and flew off into the sky. Mors sighed before he took off as well.
"Now to find this Lute..." Mors muttered, Soaring through the city looking out for the exorcist commander. Mors then heard a scream of pain, narrowing his eyes he flew towards the sound. Mors soon spotted two exorcists. One standing threateningly over another who looked rather wounded and missing a eye. Mors quickly dropped to the ground behind the exorcist standing over the other.
"Miss Lute I presume..." Mors spoke slowly as he stared down at the two exorcists.
The standing exorcist froze for a second before turning around quickly and thrusting her spear forward to kill whatever sinner was foolish enough to walk up to her.
Only for Mors to smack the weapon out of her hands with ease using his wing.
"You bastard, How dare you att-" Lute froze in mid sentence as she looked up and realized what she was staring at.
Pitch black skin and wings, Stark white face with soulless black eyes.
Tall. Very, Very Tall.
And finally, The halo, The very twisted and spiky halo.
"Black Death..." She whispered as terror started to grip her heart. The wounded exorcist's only functional eye widen as she heard her 'Ex'-Commander speak the name, Her heart beating faster and faster, Her wounds temporarily forgotten over the rising fear.
"That's what everybody seems to be calling me now... A step up I guess from being called 'freakshow' at least." Mors said with a bit of annoyance.
"What do you want?" Lute questioned nervously, Trying and failing at putting on a brave face.
"I want you and your posse gone... and I want you to tell Adam that if I see him or any of you down here again, I'm jamming another forbidden fruit up his ass." Mors said menacingly. Lute and the wounded exorcist stared in disbelief at Mors.
"What!? You can't just ord-" Lute started to object until Mors lowered his head down to her eye level and gave a firm glare.
"Oh, I can and I did. Now, Either leave now or get the beating of your life before I throw you into the hemisphere." Mors threaten. Lute was simply a lost for words but she then nodded her head and spread her wings, taking off to the sky.
"Wait!" Mors suddenly yelled towards Lute stopping her in place "Aren't you gonna take her with you?" Mors asked, Pointing at the wounded exorcist.
Lute looked back, her fear temporarily forgotten as it was replaced with hate towards the wounded exorcist.
"No." She said hatefully before she gave a smug expression at Mors "She's all yours." She added while chuckling wickedly as she flew off into the sky.
Mors watched as Lute regrouped with her fellow exorcists or 'sisters' as he learned that they call each other among themselves. His eyes widen as a gate to heaven opened up, Here was his chance to go home. He could finally rest, relax, tell Michael off and stick another fruit up that bastard Adam's ass.
But something stopped him from doing so and he wasn't sure why.
"Ow..." Mors blinked at the noise as he turned towards the wounded exorci- No, wounded angel, seeing her struggle to move away from him.
"Hold." Mors ordered as he walked up to the one-eye angel. The angel stopped as her head tilted up, looking at the towering shadowy angel standing before her, fear gripping harder and harder with each second.
Mors took this time to get a good look at the angel who was stained in golden blood. She had grey skin and short white hair and was wearing the same clothes as the other exorcists, which were also tattered, mostly likely from her fight with the exorcist commander. Mors took note of her wounds, Especially her missing eye which he grimace at. Then his eyes widen, His eyes becoming enraged.
Her wings were gone. They were completely removed, the only thing that indicated she had any before was the bloody stumps on her back. If there was one thing Mors thought all angels should hold pride in it was their wings and here was one with hers ripped out, Mors didn't know what this angel did but he knew it couldn't be bad enough to justify ripping away her pride.
Mors had to calm himself though once he saw the great amount of growing fear in the angel. Giving a deep sigh, Mors made his way over to the wounded angel, Her eyes widening more with each step he took, While she tried her best to scoot away from him.
"Be still." Mors spoke in a demanding voice, Making the angel freeze in place "Let me look at your wounds..." He continued his voice becoming softer and filled with concern.
Mors moved behind the angel, then knelt down and started examining her back wounds. "Your name?" Mors questioned as he explored her back with his hands making sure not to hurt her as his hands started glowing a faint white.
The angel took a view seconds before answering "V- Vaggie" She finally said her voice shaking. Vaggie then started feeling a calm and warm sensation throughout her body and she couldn't help but lean into the sudden feeling.
Mors blinked in confusion at her name "Miss Vaggie?" he questioned "Is that a chosen name or did someone-" Mors stopped mid sentence as Vaggie tensed a bit.
"Adam..." Vaggie said with distain "He gave me that name." She finished her mood becoming agitated.
Mors sighed "Oh course he did... Well I hope you don't mind if I change it up a bit, Like maybe Miss Vagitha or simply Miss Vaggie but without the unique phrasing to it." He continued, He really didn't like the idea of calling her a name based off the female genitalia.
The angel felt surprised by the new name offers, In fact she was even more surprised by how gentle he was being with her and the warm feeling she was getting from his hands caressing her back.
"Va- Vaggie sounds nice." She said softly a small smile growing on her face.
"Very good then, Miss Vaggie." Mors said happily a smile growing as he finished fixing her wounds "Well, I closed your wounds but I'm afraid wings and eye regrowth is beyond even my power. I'm sorry..." He apologize with his smile turning into a sad one.
Vaggie blinked her one intact eye in surprise as she looked down at herself noticing her wounds were now gone.
"You healed me!" Vaggie exclaimed. "But how?! I thought only archangels could do that?" She said as she moved her right hand up and down her left arm.
"They offered me that position once but I declined, To much political crap for my taste." Mors said giving a small chuckle at the memory of Michael's and Gabriel's cute childish pouts when he said 'No' to the invitation.
Vaggie was shocked, The 'Black Death' was offered a position of archangel? A dark angel rumored to be a myth to scare young angels from going outside the gates of heaven. She heard tales of his 'unholy' birth and how he came down from the highest level of heaven, devouring the souls of angels while cackling evilly. It was said that his reign of terror ended when Archangel Michael finally subdued the beast and banished him to the mortal realm where he brought endless death and destruction onto all humanity.
"Miss Vaggie, Are you alright? Here let me help you up." Vaggie was snapped out of her thoughts as she looked up, seeing the 'Black Death' in front of her but instead of cold or rage in his eyes like she saw with Lute, She instead saw sincere concern in them, With his hand extended out to her. She couldn't help but feel a weird longing.
Shaking her head of wondering thoughts Vaggie reached out her hand before saying "I'm alright, Sorry... Deat-" Vaggie was interrupted when the taller shadowy angel spoke up.
"I'm Mors, Miss Vaggie. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." Mors said with a heartwarming smile, Which for some reason made Vaggie feel delightfully fuzzy. Mors then helped pull her up but sadly it seemed he wasn't being aware of his own strength and accidentally flung Vaggie into his lower abdomen.
"Oh goodness! Miss Vaggie are you alright? I'm sorry I wasn't watching myself!"
Mors spoke frantically, worried he hurt her. Mors then started hearing a weird moan of content coming from Vaggie "Uh, Miss Vaggie?" He said confusion in his voice.
"Warm..." Vaggie spoke out "Soft..." She added with her eyes closed in pure content. Vaggie couldn't help but feel safe as she pressed against Mors's body, The longer she stayed the more and more she didn't want to pull away. She now knew the stories about him were just that. Stories.
Vaggie knew she could trust him.
Vaggie knew she could believe in him.
Vaggie knew she could have faith in him.
Vaggie knew she could...
"Worship him..."
Vaggie's eye widen as she suddenly pulled back, her heart starting to beat fast. "What was that?!"Vaggie thought her mind racing, Her vision becoming blurry.
"Miss Vaggie!?" Mors yelled out in concern, Scared that he really did hurt her.
"Oh my goodness! are you two alright?!" A new voice called out from the distance.
Vaggie though was having a hard time keeping herself from losing consciousness as the deep voice from before spoke out once again.
"Vaggie the Exiled, First Apostle of the New King. Do not fear Saint Vaggie, Instead rejoice and embrace! For your new king has finally arrived!"
Finally, Vaggie's world went dark.
End of Chapter One