Once Green Eyes

Chapter 6 - The Angel's Words Echo

3 days later, on Saturday....

The cold coming off of the cement floor seeped through the makeshift mattress, into my veins and chilled me until I had to get up. I looked around me and saw Myra still sleeping next to me, breathing in and out of her mouth. Her nose was probably clogged just like mine, all stuffed up because of the cold weather. These past few days, the air had gotten chillier and the sun barely came out of the clouds. The air was heavy and the clouds dark but it would never rain, only a slight mist hovered everywhere. My whole mood would be against training but thanks to Tasha's, no pun intended, heavenly glow, the nights even looked like days inside the warehouse.
"Is it time..." Myra yawned next to me and went back to shivering leaving her sentence uncompleted. I hadn't noticed I was shivering until I looked at myself in a small mirror, but I guessed I got used to that inside the metal box.
"I didn't see Tasha, the cold woke me up. I hate the chill these days, makes sleeping so hard when you get so little. Don't you dream about monsters half the time?" I questioned Myra, the only one who got me sometimes.
"Yes, I do, and sometimes I fall in my sleep into an abyss and wake up sweating!" She complained while forcing her eyes to open.
"God, yes, sometimes I even-" but Myra never got to find out what else I dreamt about because we heard a clank somewhere outside, and perked up like cats because we knew it was time. Time to fight, finally.
We silently put on our new heavy duty shoes with silver spikes on them, and since we slept with basic black clothing, we could pull into our gear and slip knifes and daggers into our belt, plus write some angel names on our palms safely without any creatures surprise attacking us. We finished our preparations with identical ponytails and strapped flasks of holy water, knifes, and other dangerous small items to our belts and shoes. I revised my moves, stances, and dodges like dance steps and Myra was probably doing the same since I saw her swaying her hands and legs in motions similar to what I was thinking about.
Myra and I practiced with dummies and occasionally each other so when we would encounter an enemy we wouldn't hesitate pushing the blade in. The seraph blades could be charmed by calling out a specific angels name and driving it into a body so the names we wrote in special angel ink protected us from being possessed and reminded us of emergency names for our seraph blades. The holy water burned any evil being and so the flasks filled with them could come handy as a distraction. We didn't know how many servants Sasha had acquired so we prepared ourselves for at least 20-40 assailants.
After we finished our "dangerous" themed dress up session, we sneaked out of the back exit. I was holding a sword made out of silver which could kill more than a dozen known evil creatures and in the other hand, a seraph blade named "Ithuriel." I had just turned my head to check what Myra was holding when a apparition darted at us with its hands groping for us. When I got close I saw it was not a ghost but a vampire, with blood dripping down its lip to the edge of its chin. It's eyes were glossy and dark, it's two sharp fangs were poking out and I could see that even though it had two very prominent fangs, all of it's teeth were sharp. It came closer and with it's gaunt but strong arms, it started to grapple me and I fought back with all my might. My blood was rushing and I could feel the adrenaline pumping in my body. I pushed it back hard and drove the seraph blade into the vampire screaming "Ithuriel!" with hatred for the monster. I threw it aside and Myra kicked it out of our way and the moment she backed away from it, another body came running at her in such a wanton manner, as it jumped at her, she managed to wrangle it while I sliced my sword into it's rotting flesh. The blood came out oozing black, and the flesh curled inward reducing into ash. It was probably some ugly demon, I was glad I didn't have to see it's face.
We carried on with stealth and I had replaced another seraph blade named "Gabriel" in no time while Myra unsheathed her silver sword and got it ready to slice with a golden whip curled around her wrist that was giving off some light of its own. Things seem to bounce from shadow to shadow in a skittish way, but I knew if it was a creature or not, I didn't know how I knew, I just did. But nevertheless I had my seraph blade, silver katana, and my whole body ready for impact.
We half-crouched around the whole warehouse since it gave us a sense of direction around the huge, grassy field surrounding it and sliced anything that came in our path. Most of the creatures were mere zombies and unimportant demons since the way the walked was wavering in one place and after a few seconds, running off, as if they were trying to decide if they should fight us. We just rankled them even more when we poked at them with long swords that hung on our backs and so they came and fought with an irascible nature, but of course, in the end we were the ones regaled with victory. But as the creatures became more complex, we had to fight them with unflagging efforts. Once a werewolf had pounced on me and as I was taken aback, falling to the ground, a second one had lurched at Myra. We were both on the ground dodging bites from the ruthless wolves when I finally kicked it with my silver spiked boots which dug deep enough to distract it with pain. In those few seconds I had grabbed the silver knife and dug it into the rogue werewolf's heart, praying that I had remembered where to kill it correctly. Thankfully I did and could lend a hand to Myra, pushing the other wolf off of her giving her some moments to gather herself and swing her own knife into it's heart, killing it instantly. The angel was right, my nephilim instinct had served a lot of training.