A seraphic novel - Book 2
After the devastating loss of their friend Christoph, life for Cecelia, Evie, and the rest of the Elite Wing has been anything but normal. Struggling to find balance between the mundane and the supernatural, they navigate a...
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The Elites stood in the shadow of the warehouse, the night thick with tension. This was it—a life-or-death mission to save Gabriel and retrieve the demon blade Zanfa before it could be used to resurrect Lucifer. The air was electric with anticipation, each member of the team mentally preparing for the chaos that was about to unfold.
Erik crouched low, scanning the warehouse for weaknesses. He quickly outlined the plan to the group, his voice calm and authoritative. "Alright, we need to hit them hard and fast. We don't have the numbers, so we'll use what we have: the element of surprise. I've rigged explosive distractions on the roof—firework bombs laced with angelic blood. When they go off, it'll rain down like acid on the demons, burning through them. Then, we drop in under the cover of smoke bombs and take them out while they're disoriented."
Cecelia, her golden daggers glinting in the dim light, nodded with fierce determination. Beside her, Evie tightened her grip on her gold brass knuckles and golden-bladed katana, the weight of the weapon familiar and comforting in her hand. Darius twirled his twin axes with deadly precision, the blades reflecting a cold gleam. Sam checked the balance of his twin swords, while Erik readied his bow, a quiver of trick arrows strapped to his back.
With a final nod, Erik signaled, and the night erupted into chaos. The fireworks exploded overhead, casting a cascade of light and fire across the warehouse. The sky bled as the angelic blood rained down, sizzling and burning through the demons below like acid on flesh. Their screams pierced the night, a chorus of agony that spurred the Elites into action.
Smoke bombs followed, plunging the scene into a thick, impenetrable fog. The Elites moved like shadows through the haze, their figures ghostly and swift. They descended into the heart of the warehouse, where the demons, still writhing in pain from the blood rain, scrambled in confusion.
Cecelia was the first to strike, her golden daggers slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. She moved like a dancer, her blades carving a path through the demons that dared to approach her. Each strike was lethal, each movement precise, as she cut down her enemies with a fierce grace.
Evie was close behind, her katana gleaming as it slashed through the smoke. She weaved in and out of the fray, her brass-knuckled fists delivering crushing blows to those who came too close. Her katana swung in a deadly arc, severing limbs and ending lives with every strike. The demons' bodies burst into flames upon death, turning to ash in her wake.
Darius was a force of nature, his twin axes cleaving through demons like they were nothing. He roared with each swing, the weight of his weapons making quick work of anything that stood in his path. Demons fell before him in waves, their bodies disintegrating into ashes before they even hit the ground.
Sam moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior, his twin swords flashing as they sliced through the demons, his movements flowed like water. His strikes were swift and deadly like a tsunami, each one left destruction in its wake. He was relentless, his focus unwavering as he fought his way deeper into the warehouse.
