Chapter 10
Under the shadows of night, Alexandre drives down the longest highway in Hell. His car gleams I'm the moonlight with candy blue sheems. He drives his modified lowrider in a cruise, a convertible 1984 Cadillac Coupe De Ville. The car has a strong engine that growls in the night like a snarling beast. A succubus is painted on the sides laying seductively on her side, beckoning with a finger, her tail wrapping onto the hood, they cross and form an upside-down heart. The windows are tinted a black that shades to blue with the reflection of light. On the hood, an ornament of a griffin roars with flaming wings. He's relaxed in the car, having absolutely no stains or a spec of dust in his car, the seats are ice white and made of leather with a dark brown wood finish.
Alex wears a black tailcoat suit with a lavender shirt and violet tie. His hair has purple ends with the rest dyed white, it is still held up in a low ponytail, but without a pin or cade. It is under the moon where he relaxes, the gentle light that makes his purple flame the most beautiful of them all. The road he drives on spans from the end of Phenex Clan territory to the end of Sitri Clan territory, a very long and beautiful road that spans across three biomes. A magical forest, a mountain of great valleys, and a hilly plain of lushful flowers and oceanside cities.
On his phone, he records the drive and speaks to himself. "I've thought three weeks on the matter of my queen, and settled. She is my one, the first friend and partner, Elise, holds my spirit." He confesses. "I go to the place we first met, in the magic forests outside the Sitri territory, in a grove surrounded by forever red leafed trees. I go there not to meet her, but to retrieve a gift long forgotten by her, something from her past life as a dullahan. The sad fate is, many don’t remember this spot in Hell, the spot of the last battle between Demons and Fallen, the Unresolved Battle.
We met in a tale that is quite foolish…”
In a field coated with no true living, just the red blood of demons and black feathers of fallens, deceased from the war after the war. I walk around the field of armored corpses, dressed in robes like a plague doctor from the 17th century, I remove weapons out from their bodies and lay them upright to the sky. But at the other end of the field, the stomps of thunder resound clear as the night sky. Pulling a sword from my cane, I cut the skin of the bodies, bold colors around the spectrum escape from the nicks I make. The colors of their spirit, what remains of their magic, releasing them to the nothingness in second death.
I looked amongst the demons, searching for those I had fought beside. Darius Foras, the heir of the Foras family and only son, but was also part of my original squad. Lithia Marchosias, a bright girl who had great healing capabilities. Sevagoth Shax, a very sneaky man who should never have been put in the field. The list only goes on, as I discovered the exact final place of living for many of the 72 pillar family members.
As I grieved the deaths of comrades, the thundering stomps gained closer, until they were on the zone themselves. A long, black carriage drawn by six skeletal horses comes to the broken world, the driver a headless person in black plate armor, a spine in their right hand and helmet in their left. Out of fury, I throw my scabbard at the driver and order them off the field.
The driver uses the whip to hit the scabbard off path, implanting it into the carriage instead. They hang up the spine and put their head on their neck, slowly and methodically, they step off the carriage, forming a black scythe in their hands. Revealing their short stature. With my sword in hand, I stomp to them and attempt to stab them in the core, but they twirl to the side and stab me in the side with a scythe, the blade going through my nothing and between my ribs.
I gasp and stab them back in their armpit, using a dagger. “How dare you stab a lady!”
“I am a lady!” She shouts back.
“Huh,” I pause, “neat.”
“Indeed…” She pulls back and swings her head forward, the metal helmet breaking the beak of my mask.
I break her sword and tackle her down, but with immense strength, she kicks me high up and retrieves her head. She throws her head up above me and on both sides, two purple magic circles form around me, the sigil of two crossed double-sided scythes. Pillars of pure energy shred me out of my robes and skin, leaving me but only an animate skeleton with flaming orange eyes. My bones shift to their masculine form and in an explosion of fire, I regenerate my skin and form new clothes. Grabbing her wrist, I pull her hand from catching her head and punt her head afar with a kick. I then trip her body and stab my dagger down her smoky neck. The body doesn’t seem to mind it and runs off, ripping the dagger out herself.
I form a giant magic circle that spreads across the battleground, conjuring thousands of replicas of my sword, reaping the spirits of the remaining in an instant. The boost of power bursts me in an aura of fire, growing a pair of subwings under my four wings. With one power flap, I dash straight and over her, grabbing her shoulders while I pass and flip, slamming her down. The crater that forms shatters with her armor, shards of dust with shiny black metal fly in the air.
“You will not claim these souls for yourself.” I say to the body.
As I get up, she leg-locks me and rolls us over, she delivers a dagger to my jaw joint, where she unhinges it into a loose bone and flesh. She pulls a second dagger out and attempts to stab me in the heart, but I grab her wrists, pushing against her with relative ease. We rolled back over, the dagger flipped and pressing against the center of her chest. She struggles around, kicking on my legs while pushing against my hands.
From the side, a wave of translucent purple energy forces me off her. The body retreats back and grabs her head, but I form a bow and draw a light absorbing arrow, the outward crescent arrowhead has a blue tip and red tip, the middle a very shiny white. Release, the arrow soars over the ground, lodging into the side of her back. I grab my jaw, forcing it back into place.
I go after her and grab her head, “Worthy as you may be, I cannot die through normal means.” I pull her helmet off, “State your name.”
“E-Elise Du-Lahan…” She mumbles.
“Elise? I’ll let you keep that name, as my newest member.” I place her head on her body, “I can’t let the strong die.”
I park on the side of a road and hop out of my car, the red forest has grown well throughout the years. I take off my hat as I walk into the memorial site, the graves of both sides span wide in a glade. It is a peaceful place, as all that buried here should not have been, but to accept is what we must do. In the middle of all this, stabbed into the ground, with a blade made of obsidian and a shaft of black steel, is stabbed into the ground. A death scythe, though unlike the scythes of the reapers, this scythe isn’t near ornamental, this is the scythe of a Dullahan, the Scythe of Elise.
I grasp onto the scythe and cut it out of the ground, spinning it in a fast flurrish. I finish by resting the shaft on my shoulder with the blade up. The blade, dark, creating a missing crescent in the moon that it blocks over.
“Sorry everyone, but this scythe wasn’t here during the war.” I say to no one, before getting back in the car.
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The Lion's Wings (DXD)
Fanfiction(Original) To Netherlands To Ireland To France Now Japan Alexandre De Jong Bastard son of a devil father With a reaper of a mother Yet lives the life of a teacher There's a question that stands at his throat, "Why here?" (Rewrite) From America, to H...
