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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Cecelia and Evie fought with every ounce of strength they had, but the brutal reality was that they were outmatched. Bloodied and battered, Evie's movements had grown sluggish, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as exhaustion gnawed at her. Her once vibrant brown hair clung to her face, matted with blood and sweat, while gashes crisscrossed her body, each one a stark reminder of her human limitations. Even Cecelia, with her Nephilim blood coursing through her veins, was beginning to falter. The power and fury of Abaddon, combined with the relentless waves of undead soldiers, were proving too much for them to handle on their own.
Erik and Michael fared no better. Erik's left arm hung useless at his side, a deep, searing gash cutting across his back, but he continued to fight, his determination unyielding. Every swing of his sword was slower, each strike weaker, but he refused to give in. Michael, ever the proud warrior, attacked Lucifer with the ferocity of a cornered animal. But Lucifer, clad in his dark, newly formed armor, treated the archangel like an insect, swatting him away with blasts of dark energy, his laughter echoing through the battlefield.
Sam and Darius were locked in a desperate struggle with Samael. Despite their combined strength and skill, they were no match for him. As fallen angels, they lacked the divine power that had once made them a match for Samael. Now, it was as if they were children, swinging futilely against a giant. Samael, his eyes burning with malevolent glee, effortlessly blocked their attacks, shoving them back with casual disdain, as if they were mere nuisances.
Cecelia had taken a heavy blow from Abaddon, her body crashing hard onto the shattered concrete floor. She lay there, dazed, struggling to lift herself, but the weight of the battle was pressing down on her, making it difficult to move. Seeing her friend in danger, Evie, with the last bit of strength she had, leapt onto Abaddon's back, wrapping her arms around his thick neck in a desperate attempt to lock in a rear naked choke. But Abaddon only laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that shook her to her core. He grabbed her like she was nothing more than a doll and swung her around, slamming her into the ground with a force that knocked the wind out of her.
Abaddon, his towering form looming over Cecelia, stalked towards her with a cruel smile etched on his face. He placed his massive boot on the back of her head, pressing her face into the crumbled concrete. Cecelia grunted, her body straining under the weight, but she still found the strength to taunt him. "Big tough guy you are," she spat, her voice laced with defiance despite the pain.
Abaddon sneered down at her. "I am done playing with you," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice. He raised his foot, preparing to crush her skull beneath his heel. Evie, barely conscious, tried to scream, "No!" her voice breaking with desperation, but it seemed all hope was lost.
Suddenly, the air was split by the blare of celestial horns, a sound so powerful it shook the very ground beneath them. Abaddon froze, his foot hovering in the air, as he and the others turned their gaze skyward. A brilliant golden light pierced the swirling storm clouds, its radiance banishing the darkness that had cloaked the battlefield.
