Defying Gravity

♆ Fourth Inner-Circle: The Sky Is Crying Blood - [Malphas]

♆ Fourth Inner-Circle: The Sky Is Crying Blood – [Malphas]

A/N:  Guys! Thank you so much for waiting! And I updated earlier than before! Cheers! Oh, and I assure you that you guys will like the next chapter so please stay tuned ;) P.S. I've entered this story to the wattys2015. So thank you, thank you so much for reading!

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                        It was a never-ending pain.

Scorching heat greeted Malphas's skin, burning along with the ache he felt. The air was hot and sticky and damp sweat covered his forehead. Every step he made was agonizing, torturing him. The blisters on his skin looked ragged and bruised. Based on his calculations, they must have already landed on the fourth Inner-Circle of Hell, and it wasn't like anything he had visited before.

It seemed like he had regained his feet. Placed around his chest was a black vest tightly pressed together on the ends, locking it up so that it would not be hanging like a shawl. Aside from that, his dark pants had bullet holes, ripped from the side.

Opening his eyes a little, he found his combat boots thrown behind him. His boots were replaced by a pair of wooden sandals, and as he walked, grains of sand slipped in and got caught between his toes. His legs cramped whenever he struggled to walk forward, and Gabriella would stop for a moment just so he could take his time.

Malphas hated it. His vision had gone blurry and whiff of the wind was not helping him at all. The sun rose high, casting a glare at them, illuminating the strongest light it could give.

He realized then that they were in a desert. They were in the middle of nowhere. And he was still a little paralyzed and shocked from the previous counter-curse of Cain. He knew it was an impossible task but he had to do something. He wanted to know Lucifer's plans. It dawned on him that Lucifer was playing him like a pawn, and Malphas would not stand for it. Helping the little angel comes with a price. And it's a price he's willing to pay.

"I think we should take a break." Gabriella panted, breathing heavily as she swiped the sweat from her cheeks.

Malphas was annoyed by the fact he couldn't do anything. That sick of a sevenfold curse was stronger than he thought it would be. It would take him weeks before he could recover. They didn't have weeks. They have days. He couldn't risk a few more weeks for recovery. He needed a fast recovery.

Curbed in perspiration, Malphas dropped down, his muscles straining from exerting too much work. In fact, even when he was just sitting there, the heat of the sun would not stop from burning him. There were no shades and boulders to cover them.

Even his shin was glistening red. It was as if it was ready to pop.

Muttering a curse under his breath, he struggled to get up again but Gabriella only held him back. "Your body can't take it. Please," she pleaded, her eyes a dizzying array of colors, "just rest for a while."