Fallen season 1: When The Heart Breaks

Be Their Hope

The four angels made their way to the middle of Hermitcraft where Grian and Mumbo left Clarity with the Hermits.

"We'll be back sooner than you think." Grian said, hugging the small child, "Stay with the Hermits and you'll be okay."

"But-"

"Don't worry, Clarity." Mumbo said quietly, trying not to show his worry, "We'll be back quicker than you can say angel cakes."

"Be careful, daddies."

"We will be."

The two stood up, Grian took a breath before opening the portal to the demon world.

"Ready boys?" Grian asked, "It's now or never."

"Four go in, four go out." Scar chimed in.

"Hope and balance." Xisuma added.

"May Rains guide our paths." Mumbo finished.

"By the mark of our wings, time on our palms, may the devil fall with the rings of light." Grian said looking at each member, "This is the war to end all wars against demonic blood. Are you ready to make this sacrifice warriors?"

A nod from each angel, Grian grabbed a grenade and was the first through the portal, each angel followed through quickly all armed.

Grian pulled the pin out of the grenade with his teeth, then chucked it over the mountain. A large explosion of white light outlining the mountain.

"Quite the arm."

"You get that way when you have to continuously throw grenades through the air."

The four angels could feel a strong tremor through the ground and a loud shout from the demon king as the portal behind them closed with a flash.

"He knows we're here."

"Well it's not like you just chucked a grenade halfway across the land, Grian."

"Xisuma, not the time."

Grian spread his wings and took to the skies, every other angel following the move. A couple feathers from each angel hermit came out of their wings as they flew in the air.

Grian tossed a few grenades to Xisuma and Scar so they could handle the demons easily on their sides while Grian took care of the demons in front of them, grenade after grenade, flash after flash, kill after kill, blood for blood.

When the four landed, Grian landed with a roll. With one knee planted into the ground, Grian grabbed the handle of the engraved sword on his side. 

The scabbard for the sword disintegrated with the glow, turning into dust falling to the ground.

Grian's pupils sharpened to diamonds, he pushed himself up. Grian could feel the heat of the demon realm through the handle of the blade as the four walked up the red fired hill.

Grian could feel the fire forming in his eyes, fury, strength, power. Every bone in his body felt as if it were on fire.

Grian held up a fist to get the group to stop moving.

"Grian?"

"Shh." Grian shushed the angel behind him and planted his feet to the ground, "Can you hear the pitter patter of demon toes?"

"We don't have your advanced senses, so no, no we don't."

Grian smirked before speaking once more, "They're coming boys, it's show time."