Revenge - † Angels of Darkness † Vol I

Prologue

      "Mikhael!"

      From the heart of silver forests, frozen by the barbaric caress of winter, a weary voice echoed.
       Her long-haired brunette locks which had recently been arranged and shone were now glued to her face and lifeless from sweat.  Her eyes, which had not long since sparkled, were clouded and dull.  Her body was bruised from the previous fight and scarlet drops painted her cheeks pale.

       Her weary soul was enslaved by fear.  She ran desperately through the woods under the watchful eye of the dead queen of the night.  Only her selenium star remained close to her, so she murmured a location spell to discover the much-sought-after place.  Her best friend and her soul sister was there.  They were a prisoner of the one that should be her brother.  Blood from her blood, part of their Father who had given them life for another purpose.

          "I found you." The girl murmured.

     She ran away with all the strength her wounded body still had.  Her heart was pounding, as if it wanted to leave her chest.  She was unsure of herself and her strength to save this time.  She prayed to Heavenly Father to grant her the vital strength and courage for that future battle that was gnawing at her soul.  A deep tremor intoxicated her body with fictions of her mind. 

       Terrible images of what could happen if she made a mistake.

       After a fierce and relentless time of running through the shrine lined with trees and countless plants, she arrived.
       The split trunks of the trees formed a room of horror.  The once green and healthy grass now had a mane painted in the shape of three pentagrams.
        She knew them.  She knew the meaning of every drawing and letter that had been written in a language forgotten for over ninety thousand years.

      "I caught you!"

A voice came from behind her.

     "Oh, my dear Angelique..." He continues. " Always ready to save her loved ones."

       Along with the man's ironic words, the barrier that hid two women was lifted.
      Her sister-in-law and Angel's best friend were now in front of her, looking at her fearfully.
      
       The fear.  She was fed up with that human feeling that emanated only blind weakness.  She tried to move her body harnessed by the black magic offered by Mikhael.

      "We'll be fine."

       She whispered. Her voice was weak, devoid of any weakness.

       "Hope dies last, Angelique, don't forget that!"  She remembered Abel's words.

       Oh, her dear Abel!  She wished he was there.  He was always stronger than she was.

      "But he's not here now, sister."
Mikhael said softly, reading her mind.

      "You won't escape so easily."

     She said with hatred.

      "I've already won!"

Those were the last words Mikhael used before attacking her.