Angel Of The Damned

Angel XI | Forces of Supernaturalism

LEGION'S POV:

In all my extended years of existence in this world, I have seen many kinds of bizarreness that mortals would deem as a supernatural occurrence. Hence, as a supernatural occurrence myself, I have never really experienced anything notably worthy.

Until a moment ago.

The Waning Hollow itself was already an unrelenting space that I find very disturbing at every visit without missing. Especially that so-called Tree of Life that still stands steady despite all the Demogorgon's attempts at diminishing it since the fall of the Great Queen of Montgomery. Even that didn't faze me as much as what I just witnessed did.

Descending from that damned tree with the luminescent moonshine as the backlit, the snowy wolf already appeared more like a celestial being than a nocturnal beast. And right when I thought matters couldn't get any more supernatural, the ethereal wolf shapeshifted into a way more enthralling form. Breaking through my imagination of a buffed up hunk with bloodshot eyes that might as well be complemented with a rumbling voice that resembled a thunderstorm, what appeared before me was a rather slender boy with the sweetest smile that could ever exist with a voice so deep, that it sounded so unreal. Like the rawest honey that could slice my throat if swallowed.

Now, that was supernaturalism at its zenith.

"I'm afraid that the Waning Hollow was never the Demogorgons' territory, to begin with though."

His tone was laced with both nonchalance and humour as he openly studied our obvious shock. He tilted his head to the side in a comical gesture that resembled a curious pet while the classic fall of his coppery curls snapped me back into cognisance.

"WHOA- Hold on a second!- Who the FUCK are you again?"

All of a sudden, I was extremely aware of our positions and recalled that I had to take my stance right then. However, he chose exactly that very moment of my utmost determination to launch his damned laughter that sounded like a deep growl and a delicate sigh simultaneously.

"Oh, pardon my barbaric behaviour, sires. I still am adapting to manlike etiquettes after becoming one again, just a few days ago."

While I was still processing his odd choice of words that didn't make any sense any more than the whole shapeshifting oddity, he stepped into the moonlight that shone like a bloody halo above him and bowed respectfully.

"The name given is Lunar Wildbane and I'm here to repay the kindness of my saviour with my very own life."

I couldn't help but scoff sinisterly at the irony of his name as he sized me up with yet another curious gaze.

"Did I say something funny, Spokesperson Sire?"

"Spokesperson Sire? Are you bloody serious, right now?"

I threw my hands in the air in frustration at his even more bizarre choice of words as both Kai and Raven snickered without restraints.

"Well, you never properly introduced yourself, sire. So, I can only assume..."

His curious gaze drifted past my shoulders as Raven finally decided to step in front and save me.

"Is he for real? Or am I hallucinating, by any chance?"

I whispered under my breath while my brother simply smiled in response.

"Please forgive his hostility. I believe my brother can be pretty obstinate at times. My name is Raven, this is Malachai and our spokesperson over here is called Legion. Pardon me but how should we address you?"