In a hidden world where angels and demons clash, Cecelia White's life takes a thrilling turn when she discovers her connection to a powerful relic, the Angel Key. With her best friend Evie by her side, Cecelia is thrust into a supernatural conflict...
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A barrage of gunfire exploded all around them; arrows whistled passed as they zipped through the air, the percussion of bodies like a drum beat as they thudded against the floor. The clash of steel against steel like cymbals rang aloud, and a chorus of screams filled the room with an audible terror that chilled you to the bone.
The sound of battle was like a bloody symphony.
"We need to find Azazel!" Christoph shouted through the chaos.
"Don't worry, we've got your back!" Erik called back.
Sam and Erik shot down demons with pinpoint accuracy from the broken skylight, covering Darius and Christoph as they fought their way through the chaos-ridden room.
Most of the human workers, with their sunken faces and lifeless eyes, knew better than to fight. Those who did take up arms quickly learned that bullets and gunpowder were useless against the Fallen and were swiftly cut down.
"Behind you!" Darius shouted.
Christoph spun, whipping his right arm to slice the head off an approaching demon, while with his left, he hurled a throwing knife past Darius's head, impaling a demon behind him.
"You should watch your own back," Christoph snickered, charging forward.
"Right," Darius nodded. "Thanks," he said, raising his axes to block another attacker. His sheer size and brute strength were a force to be reckoned with. He plowed through the masses, swinging his axes side to side, decapitating foes and sending bodies flying, clearing a path as he moved.
"Out of arrows, bro," Sam said to Erik, who nodded. "Coming down!" he hollered before he and Erik entered the room through the skylight. They landed, withdrawing their hidden blades, ready to strike.
They were outnumbered but not outmatched.
Sam, a tactical fighter and weapons specialist, excelled in all terrains. As demons attacked, he switched from katanas to throwing knives to a retractable double-edged spear. He moved like a trained dancer, twirling his staff with the power of a lightning bolt. His weapons were instruments, and the music they played was murder.
An attacker came from his left; Sam ducked, spinning to take the demon's legs with his spear. The demon screamed in pain as he collapsed, but Sam's spin continued, and he decapitated the demon in one smooth motion. The body withered into a pile of dust and shadows.
Erik, lacking in skill but overflowing with creativity, reached into his utility belt for black pellets. With a slingshot, he fired them at approaching demons. The pellets pierced their flesh, dissolving to release a concoction of Angel blood, chlorite, and magnesium. The demons exploded from the inside out in clouds of black ichor and dust.
Within minutes, the four had cleared the room. All that remained were cowering drug addicts trapped on the sealed warehouse floor. The humans could wait. There were more important matters at hand.
