elena's story

chapter four

I woke up in an abandoned ally with a blanket over me. my wing still hurt like Hell, but it had stiches and bandages so it wasn't bleeding.

"sup sleepy head?"

I was confused why I was looking into the eyes of a demon. Then I remembered my predicament. I'm in Hell because I was willing to say the name God and even talk to God. My wing is broken. And I can only trust those that by nature can't be trusted.

"w-why did you help me?"

"Because I found bloody fucking proof that angels can be killed."

"but I'm not..."

"Dead, I know. but this guy is." vivien held up an angel's head. "we need to start an uprising. i mean, look what they did to you and you're one of them."

"But gabriel isn't on your side yet. A human named James is supposed to convince him to do it."

"if God says it's going to happen, it's going to fucking happen! hold up."

vivien took a picture of me and her holding the angel head and made a post. (#angels can die)

"I like your enthusiasm and wreckless trust in the God you never met, but are we sure starting a demon uprising is the best idea right now? especially so close to extermination day.

"If angels can die, this changes everything."

"so we're doing this."

"wear this." vivien gave me a mask. and my bloody dress are ready blended in with the helish theme of well, hell. So that wasn't going to be an issue. we went to a meeting of overlords where vivien was so disrespectfull, even going as far as to call ceztial a fosil.