Blood Stained Snow

Ch 14 Light (unfinished)

There is a legend of a man whose veins flowed with angel blood, a man who tortured and abused his body to fight demons and protect the ones he loved, to protect a woman who he fell for. But she was also a woman who was never meant to love him, a woman who was meant to love a demon.
I soon find the city; a giant wall separates them from the rest of the world, two guards stop me at the entrance. They are fashioned in an almost bionic sort of armor, have machine in its design. There are several tubes holding a bright white fluid that is carried throughout their bodies. These are the men the legend spoke of.
"No outsiders!" The one on my left barks.
"Especially not demons!" The other one on my right yells.
"I mean no harm," I tell them, "merely here in search of someone."
They look at each other, "no one here enjoys the company of a demon," says the one on my left, "you'd be the first to actually ask for entrance into our city."
"Let me in and look around, if who I am looking for is not here, I will continue on my way."
"We are under strict orders to-"
"Let him in," a man glad in bigger bionic armor exits the city behind them. This man's entire right arm is mechanical, fueled by the light substance. Scars scattered throughout his body, many on his face, concealed by long blonde hair.
"But sir?" The one on my right objects.
The man smiles, "with these, of course."From his cloak he produces two cylinder-like devices. The other two smile and quickly grab the device and head around behind me. The device slips over my hands and immediately I feel pain as the light energy bites into me, forcing out any darkness in my hands.
"A sort of handcuffs, if you will, they are quite effective at disarming demons." His smug smile pisses me off but I remain still.
Aria could be in there.
"I can tell," I tell him.
"Now if you want entrance, you must hold your word that you will not attempt to attack anyone under any circumstances. And I mean any." He yells. I smell angelic blood on this man. But not on the other two. He must be the nephilim, the source of all this light substance.
"Understood," I breathe.
"Good," he grins, "open the gates!" On cue the gates open and we begin treading into the city.
Immediately bells ring in warning of my presence, I'm sure. Hundreds of people gather around to watch me. I stare into each and every one of their faces, looking for hers.
"See who you're looking for?" The leader asks, "Just a reminder, if you make any sort of wrong move, I will cut you down," he draws a giant sword, light pumping through it in small streams between cracks.
I ignore him and continue looking.
As I look for her amidst this merry march through the city, some humans start throwing rocks and bricks. Slowly they start hitting me with a barrage of various items. I struggle to look for her. I see a woman that could be her, maybe. But it's not; this woman is not my light.
I start having to block the rocks with my restrained arms, blood and dust making it difficult to see. As I raise them, and am struck with the broad side of the nephilim's sword. I fall to the ground and immediately the guards jump on me and start beating me, kicking at my exposed ribs and cutting at my flesh.
Their attacks are feeble, but with the light energy burning me from their weapons, I may very well die here. My blood is everywhere as they slash away at more flesh.
"Stop this!" I hear a woman's voice once I am barely on the border of consciousness. "He isn't even fighting back, is he the demon or are we?" It's her, it has to be, Aria's reincarnation. That voice rings in my head, yes that is her voice. It has to be her; if only I could open my eyes.