DEATHLESS

Flight

Thelasian's office was in tatters. Onafiel glanced at Violet with a grin, Violet looked away and pretended to look at the sword. Onafiel chuckled to himself.

A portal swirled with the image of the hell gate right beside his desk.

"Looks like our lucky day!" Onafiel exclaimed, ready to re-enter the human world.

Aaron stretched out on the tattered couch and fell asleep.

Violet went over to wake him, but Onafiel walked over and raised his hand in a Stop motion.

"He looks almost as peaceful as your parents," Jargon said under his breath.

Violet grabbed his hair with her right hand and readied her blade for a thrust with her left.

"Violet..." Onafiel said carefully

"It was just a joke!" Jargon screamed.

Onafiel grabbed the hilt of the sword. "Forgiveness even of the worst wrongs is the path forward. He taught me that."

The blade quivered in Violet's hand ready to taste blood.

She dropped his head and kicked it across the room. "Aaaaaaaahhh!"

Onafiel gave her a look saying, Was that really necessary?

"Hey, can you give me a better view?" Jargon asked, his eyes now forcefully glued to the ground.

Violet looked back at Jargon and an evil grin appeared on her face. Onafiel face palmed and shook Aaron awake.

"I was having the best dream. There was this girl who ended the world and I was brought back to life. Crazy stuff."

Onafiel gave him a sour look. They all walked through the portal, a group of demons ready to greet them. There were three guarding the doorway in a line. They looked bored and tired.

Onafiel took off at one of them before they could react and grabbed his spear and shoved it straight through the other two. He pulled it out as the demon he disarmed tried to fly away and launched it straight into his wing making him lose balance. Onafiel flew at him with speed, grabbed the spear by its end and pulled the demon to the ground before pulling it out. Slicing his throat with its tip as he screamed bleeding out.

I'm tired of being useless, Aaron thought, scowling at his injuries.

The demon guarding the entrance heard the commotion inside the dome and began to fly away. Aaron hobbled in line with the massive doorway with a quiet rage and raised his hand summoning his Amber sword. He then steadied his arm aligning with the demon's trajectory as if on instinct.

Focus your energy past him, if you fall short you'll only graze the bastard. You get one shot, Mikael said.

Aaron envisioned it in his mind and the sword extended in a bright ray of light cutting through the room. The demon guard screamed and disintegrated. His body leaving nothing but dust, his final yell still echoing off the dome. The ray then faded and disappeared.

Aaron fell over exhausted from the blast trying his best to catch himself. Violet grabbed him instinctively and helped him up.

This can't keep happening, I don't think I'll use that more than once, Aaron thought to himself.

As you regain your strength the less likely you'll be to fall over, Mikael responded.

Gee thanks, Aaron said sarcastically.

Onafiel gave Aaron a pomegranate, which he took gratefully. They made their way to the entrance to the dome which now had another strange and bulbous circle around its outside. The second layer now open. The demons flying through the air seemed not to notice them, too worried about the violence they would commit wherever they were going.