The Last Hallelujah

Chapter 5

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Media box: James Vincent - We don't eat

Warning: Strong Language and content

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As an angel the idea of fear was never instilled within me; we fought demons, travelled through dimensions, stood at battle fronts and had seen mankind shed their own blood in more malicious ways than one as the centuries passed, but that was then and I had no reason to be afraid. I was untouchable as an angel; protected by God and the everlasting covenant, always returning from battles unscathed. But this time it would be different; I had finally realized  for the first time within my damned immortal life, that I was going to be vulnerable, a foreign term that I never thought I considered myself to be. It was scary knowing that I wasn't as indestructible as before, I was actually breakable. The man of steel façade I had created for myself began to slip as the true, weakened form began to display. A side of me that I would never willing let anyone see.

Damien and I transported to the front of an overwhelmingly large gate that separated me from the one place that I had been trying to avoid my whole life, and I had actually come here willingly. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

"Saldizor, I have returned!" shouted Damien, his voice resonating throughout the complex. Hell wasn't as scary as I thought it would be.

Sure, initially I thought it was the usual fiery flames and a red man with a

pitch fork prodding your as$ but I had not known how wrong I was until

now. It was dark probably eight at night due to the difference in time

realms. In the distance I spotted a mansion that shadowed its

surroundings. It had an eerie unsettling look, but from the flicker of warmth in Damien's eyes I could tell this place was more than just ire looks, it was once a place of warmth and refuge for my dear friend, holding nostalgic memories from his childhood, both good and bad. Damien drew in a shaky breath as the hell hound Saldizor opened the rusty golden gates. Saldizor stood at attention as we walked into the complex.

"Welcome back my prince." The demon hissed before fading into a cloud of red smoke. The last I caught of him was an ugly red scar that ran vertically across his eye. We walked in silence; Damien's unease began to rub off on me. What lay ahead? And why did I suddenly doubt myself? With each step we took my heart began to beat faster and faster until we reached the front door.

The front door creaked open; a lady who was around her thirties peeked her head through the crack the door left. Her eyes darted between me then to Damien; she squealed in excitement and leapt into his arms. Damien broke out into an infectious smile as he looked down at the woman adoringly before wrapping his arms around her slender, dainty frame.

"Damien! Honey you're home, thank the devil! I have been worried sick about you, unlike your father, you know how he is these days, conquer the world yada yada. Anyways look at you, you're so muscular and more handsome than the last time I saw you!"

The lady continued to chat animatedly asking him questions. Damien, looking rather pained, patiently listened to the lady chat. Thirty seconds into their little conversation, it was evident that he had had enough of their little trivia.

"Mother I love you so much but I love you're cooking even more, can we go inside now?" Damien said exasperatedly with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

Bloody hell. The vixen in front of me was his mother? I stole a quick look at her frame before diverting my attention to a spot on the marble steps that had suddenly become of interest to me. She was wearing a long black silk dress that dipped low enough at the front giving a good show of her cleavage, as well as exposing her milk white skin. Her hair fell to her waist in long black curls, legs that went on for days, her hips were well rounded and blood red lips In other words my best friend's mother was a minx that would have me eating from the palm of her hand by the end of the night. And by damn did she know it.