My Guardian Angel

I hit the grass pretty hard and I felt my vertebral column break. I sucked all the air I can as it turn out to be really painful. I felt thick liquid coming from the back of my head and maybe my skull had crushed a bit. My body is full of bruises and cuts and this monster looks like it will never be enough. I breath again but it leaves me more in agony that I felt I'm dying but I am an angel an archanghel. Atleast i used to be. Now i cant never use my wings to flee from this hideous creature and free the souls he have eaten. Now i have to fight with my sword they left to me after they perished my powers and ripped my wings.

The air was damp and the rich green grass was comforting enough to be the best place to die. I'm not really an immortal unless demons will eat my soul and I could never be free even if someone like me, A Soul Restorer, We bring back the innocent souls and even those who sold their souls to the devil to give them another chance to get to heaven. Same as the soul restorers we have to do our job and get to the highest rank to become an archanghel again. But the thing is becoming a soul restorer means you have done something wrong. That's the thing i never want to talk about.

The Demon Keeper is already on his feet or whatever you might call that withered pair of dragon's feet. He started to retract his claws again that could rip my neck or even cut off my head. His big like an ogre and his face is distorted with eyes like snake and body like a bull. I grasp my sword helplessly as I stared at him jealously. The demon keeper's walk was uncordinated and his left arm was cut off but there's no blood coming from it. His smell is ridiculous, he's maybe 10 ft from me but I could still smell but not just because i have a superhuman nose, even if I am a human I might did already died. He fall on his knees as he screamed staring straight through me "Die, Bitch" and start to curse me and I smirk feeling disgusted with his filthy mouth. "I'll pray for you" I muttered and he start to march again to me.

I felt my strength coming back as I watched him fall and rise. The bruises were almost gone and i feel my vertebral column healed itself and the bleeding in my head stop. This is my chance as i see him getting his strength too and his left arm is starting to grow again. I want to pluck out his eyes and shove it in his dirty mouth along with his big horse tail. And send him to his own home but this time burning and screaming. Hate me asshole.

I scramble to my feet and let my sword carry me all the way through.

"I feel sorry for you" I distracted him."Your master just only give you a small portion of souls you have collected over the century." I teased him.

"Die Bitch" his voice is big and hoarse.

"Is that all you can say, Big boy?" my tone was again mocking. "Oww I see, your master never thought you how to speak."

 I guessed I am right that he doesnt really speak or I just finally hit the right button to get to his nerves. I think I finally regained my strenght and can do a dangerous leap and end his wasted life. But even though he looks dumb i know that demons are great manipulator and i cant do such risky act if i dont want to end up weeping in hell. I calcute things that i could do to weaken him without him weakening me. I wish he will talk so I can confuse him but he can confuse me too so i dont have to push him or he might see any weaknesses in me. I think again, no, I'm not that wise or smart and couldnt think of anything I just have a sword but not a gun. If i throw my sword at him he can dodge it even if he was in a bad shape. It's now or never but i think he didnt complete his healing so i'll have to do it fastly.