Angel Of Chaos (golden guard x reader)

Chapter 6- TROUBLES COMING

(I would advise listening to Trouble's Coming, by Royal Blood, to get some vibes for the chapter- ty!)

You walked the road back to your hut.

As you walked, humming as usual, you felt a sense of uneasiness sweep over you.

You glanced around, you sensed no being's presence... just a vague one of a distant mortal... nothing bad?

You were slammed to the ground, a heel digging into your back, drawing blood.

You spluttered, rolling onto your back once the foot was released.

You launched yourself onto your feet, the dim light barely illuminating your attacker.

"Been a while." 

And there it was, the voice you had been dreading to hear. The voice you had heard in the Golden Guard, but only slightly.

"Brother." you whispered, conjuring knives.

"y/n. Look at you." he shook his head.

His golden hair flopped over his absent eye, his visible one matching your own luminous ones.

"H-how? How. How are you here? Why...?" you stumbled over your words, fear rising in your chest for the first time in ages. 

"Limbo is pretty tight. But I found a way out. If only for a while. And I'm going to use that time to kill you. Traitor." he hissed, narrowing his eyes at you.

"What we were doing was wrong! I like chaos... but that got... too morbid." you stuttered, your knuckles white as they gripped your knives.

"You've gone soft. You've succumbed to the feelings of a mortal. Now, you will die like one." he sneered.

He lunged towards you, swinging a conjured axe at you.

Dodging, you elongated your knives, into sharp blades.

Swinging viciously, you dived away from another strike.

It brushed your cheek, slicing into your skin.

"You're not going to fight back, are you?" he cackled, sending a blast of energy that sent you skidding across the path.

You coughed up blood, tears welling in your eyes.

He strode towards you, every step filled with the intention to kill.

He slammed his foot down the side of your face. 

You cried out in pain, reeling away from him. 

"Stop-" you mumbled.

He cocked his head as you scrambled to your feet, blood dripping from your face.

"You're scared. That's new." he laughed.

You saw your mask, it lay in pieces where you had fallen.

You shed your cloak, your pale yellow wings spreading at either side of you.

It felt good to stretch them again, to fly. Even despite your dire situation.

He frowned. "Forgot you had wings."

Still, he rose into the air after you, no need for wings.

You flew full force at him, so fast he had no time to react.

Being rugby tackled mid-air was painful. Even more so when they stab you in the back afterword's. That is if he wasn't your brother.

The killing blow was just another scar to you and him.

So it would take more. 

More blood. 

More violence. 

More time.

He laughed harder as the blood poured from his back.

You righted yourself, facing him with blazing eyes.

"Please go." you said, changing weapons again, to a single sword.

He shook his head. "I want this to be worth it. That means your death."

Grabbing you by the neck, he slammed you into the dirt, dragging you through the ground.

Anyone else would be dead.

You spat out the blood. He grinned, seeing the pain in your eyes,

"Brother-" you stopped yourself.

Opportunity. 

You rammed the sword through his side.

His smile turned into a grimace, his anger intensifying. 

Swinging your blade, he conjured his axe. 

He swung for your head, you ducked and returned the blow.

He grabbed your hair, tossing you to the ground.

He raised the axe above his head, pure evil dancing in his eyes.

The axe came crashing down, you jolted away as fast as you could.

It sliced into your wing.

Wincing, you stumbled to your feet.

Moving your hand in a swift upward motion, jagged spikes erupted from the ground, missing your brother as he soared once again into the sky.

"You don't have enough power to keep yourself out of Limbo for much longer. Times ticking." you said, smearing blood onto the back of your hand.

He frowned. You were right. He had been weakened by his imprisonment.

"I'm still going to kill you!" he roared, gliding like a torpedo towards you, trapping your exits with similar spikes to yours.

They rose like walls of hell, blocking any escape.

You were cornered.

He stabbed your shoulder, immediately going in for another blow to the heart, which you thankfully managed to stop with a shield.

It shattered, but gave you a split-second to avoid a third strike.

Your breathing ragged, you swung your sword at his side.

It collided, and he buckled to the ground. 

His image began to fade.

"Damn it." he hissed, returning to Limbo.

You collapsed, exhausted, and in agony.

Five minutes.

Five minutes and you'd go.

You closed your eyes, moving to the dreamscape.