The cursed Angel

verse 13. the fall from grace

Chapter 14. The fall from grace

'This target should be easy enough to take care of,' it thought, walking forward, hidden by the night. Seeing the spell parchments. Thinking they were traps over the bed, the shadow leaped, throwing down a poisoned knife

heading over his bed, heading upwards.

A bluish-white dome of light engulfed the spike, the impact sending the spike back, the darkness revealed, like a full moon in the time of night.

The shadow demon's calf split.

Blood leaked through the dark fabric.

It sent the shadow into the ceiling, caught off guard.

It sent its claws into the ceiling, and leaped, landing over the bed, as silent as the grave.

It turned towards Rakar, still asleep, unaware, and naive.

it turned and walked silently over to the bed, its eyes the only thing visible.

Rakar's heart started to race, he could hear it.

'This was far too easy...' the shadow thought, drawing its a cursed dagger.

As it brought it above his head to stab into Rakar, a glint of hope from the full moon shone into his eyes, from the sharpened edge.

the darkened shadow in Rakar's mind grew. He kept on seeing Saiiterina falling to the ground, himself giving the death stare. The light of a demon, the glint of a knife,

of a sign that death was near.

He opened his eyes to see the knife of the shadow, leaning in to see darkness around him, and the wind rushing towards his center.

He instinctively dodged to the side, the blade slicing into his side.

He winced and instantly realized his life was in danger.

the shadow's eyes narrowed, seeing the blood leak.

Rakar knew not who or what was after him, all he saw were two cold narrowed eyes.

He could tell his actions were cold as his eyes were green.

He would not let this assailant send him to the place of no return.

Rakar gripped the creature's wrist, barely seeing its non-visible form from the light of the full moon.

With a twist, Rakar swung his leg in a kick, hopefully knocking out the creature in the neck. The assassin

went into its knives, and pulled one out, slicing Rakar in the lower leg.

Rakar cried out, and spun, aiming a stomach strike, landing square in the assassin's chest, both pushing,l and weakening the assassin.

As he flew back he threw the knife, aiming at Rakar's

neck, hopefully slitting it from the angle.

Rakar's eyes mirrored the striking knife that was heading towards him.

As much as barefoot kicks did hurt, it was better than having it kill.

He brought his leg up, and knocked the knife out of it's the deadly track, having it land on the bed barely touching his side.

As he got up, 2 more knives came slicing towards his chest, and stomach.

Thinking fast, he grabbed the knife and swung at the knife, which missed, and cut into his shoulder.

Pain ripped through his arm, instinctively Rakar gripped his shoulder, blood leaking down his chest, and back.As the second came, he ignored the pain and struck the blade of the knife, the only weapon he needed.

The assassin drew back it's a double-bladed knife and ran forward towards Rakar, barely visible from the full moon shining through, causing shadows to blanket the room.

Within a swish of easy foot movement, the assassin easily maneuvered around the angel and slashed.

Rakar growled, and brought up his sword, blocking the strike to his stomach.

The assassin backed up and sped forward, only this time, leaping, and throwing down a few of the knives he had in his arsenal, the smoke beginning to fog the room.

Rakar leaped back only by the glint against his eyes did he see the strike.

As he did, the assassin got behind him, and swung, slicing into his shoulder blade.

Rakar spun around and blocked, now in the same predicament that Ravek was before, it knew this would be the end of it.

He gripped the boy around the neck after bringing his blade down enough where he could bring out a successful blow without fail.

"You are weak fledgling, I am your reaper, now die," He said, slashing at his chest, but Rakar wouldn't give up no matter how bad the attacks would be. He brought up his arm despite the twist it was in, and slashed, knocking the double blade from his grasp.

Without a weapon, the assassin narrowed its eyes and threw him back against the wall near the glass.

Rakar got up, and was immediately on guard as the assassin was rushing at him with the dagger.

Rakar clashed blades, but not for long this time.

The assassin swung, then spun, dodging the slash that Rakar was about to have, and stabbed, too close for him to dodge.

Rakar yelled, feeling a sharp burning in his chest as his breathing began to rapidly go out of beat.

Blood colored his chest as his center was pierced by the blade, buried up to the hilt in his flesh.

As he fell back, did the assassin fall back too, losing its balance, they both plunged into near full black abyss, as if they were falling forever.