Fallen (Undergoing editing)

Chapter forty five:

The city was turning more and more into a trash-land. The demons sure kept their promise and obliterated anything that came in their path. The angels didn't stand a chance. I watched as the people who I'd once called family crushed by the demonic strong-hand.

Fires broke out everywhere and nearly all the buildings sat in a pile of rubble. I felt a tinge of sadness watching my once home, crumble to the ground. Over near the horizon, I saw the civilians getting away, flying towards the mansion where I knew and hoped they would be safe. They deserved safety at least.

The three of us flew over the destruction and circled around to the graveyard where I remembered Falcon was burned. We landed among the tombstones, the air much cleaner up here than downtown where it was smoky and thick demon stench.

"Alright, we're here, now what?" Demetrius said, hand gripping his sword tightly, his voice laced with an impatient grunt.

Enrique shrugged looking around the graveyard carelessly. "I don't know."

I felt my eyes bug out of my head. "Enrique, you said you knew—"

"I said I knew where it was, I didn't say I knew the exact location!" he barked. "I know that Dolorian and the Capital guards always hung around here, even when there wasn't a funeral. Something precious has to be here or why would it be constantly protected?"

Demetrius placed his hands on his hips. "But my question is  why isn't it protected now?"

I looked around the graveyard; the softest chiming as if someone had hit a note on a xylophone rang through the air. It carried softly over the wind—so softly, I had a hunch I was just imagining it.

"Shush!" I growled to the both of them who started to bicker.

They both turned towards me quizzically. "What?"

"Shush!" I snapped again, weaving through the tombstones, following the soft chiming noise, feeling it ring louder as I moved closer. Both Enrique and Demetrius watched, brows furrowing as I crawled on my hands and knees, hovering my ear over the ground.

"What are you doing?" Enrique demanded just before he was shushed by Demetrius.

I moved along the ground, my knees dragging through the fallen leaves and grass. I could feel the mark on my arm warm up, blood pounding beneath the skin. I shuffled away from the tombstones and around the hanging tree, wincing as the light melody grew louder and louder, banging through my head. I gasped and held my hands over my ears.

"Do you not hear that!?" I yelled over the racket.

Both boys looked to me wide-eyed, shaking their heads wordlessly.

I turned back to the base of the tree that stood crookedly. I tentatively leaned my head against it and instantly withdrew as the sound of a million mirrors crashing, blasted through my head, sending awful chills up my arm and my mark on fire. I yelled and toppled backwards, rolling on to my side.

"Lilith?" Demetrius said coming up behind me.

I got to my feet quickly, gazing down at the round trunk of the tree. Gritting my teeth, I reached into my holster for my sword and began chipping away at the bark, making little to no progress.

"Here," Demetrius said standing me aside. "Let me." He reeled back with his foot and smashed his boot into the trunk of the tree, shattering the bark, making a great big hole that led inside of the tree.

He jumped back, kicking off the splinters of wood from his boot and standing out of my way as I dropped to my knees, peering into the darkness of the tree.