Revelations Unfurled

Chapter five

An army of dark Angels greedily grinned, marching towards Koda's followers. Behind them were thousands of men, women and children, strong and bloodthirsty. Further back were demons, and evil spirits ready to attack. And in front of them all was the darkest King, wings neatly folded on his back. Lucifer scanned the crowd, and smiled. Marc was standing next to Kyla, waiting. Lucifer gave him an expectant look, as Marc snatched Kyla's arm. "Hey, stop!" Kyla cried. "What are you doing, let me go!" It took Koda a few seconds to realize what was happening. He tried to charge the man. Marc just looked at him. Koda was down with one punch to the face, crumpled on the ground with blood staining his face. He continued to easily drag Kyla towards the dark King. Marc pushed Kyla forward, who slightly cowered before Lucifer. "You are trying so hard to be brave, aren't you?" He whispered in her ear. Kyla took a deep, frightened breath. "Let's go," he announced, gripping Kyla's arm. The army vanished into the air, black dust swirling. Koda looked up to see Kyla disappearing into dust, held hostage by his father's worst enemy. Koda could do nothing but cry out in bitter agony, knowing his heart had been taken forever.

Kyla was hurt, her entire body ached with soreness. Every limb in her body felt as if it had been replaced with lead, making her immobile. Kyla felt her skin crawling, but she had no ability to shred her skin with her nails as she wanted to. She felt as if she had been stripped, completely bare and cold. As she slowly got more feeling, she had the thought that she was on a table, perhaps made of a cold metal. Kyla felt it hard to breath, and concluded that her chest was strapped to the table she was on. If she was strapped, then her wrists and ankles must have been strapped. That would explain the immobility. Kyla barely moved her head, discovering her neck and head was free of binding. Her hair must have been pulled back, for she did not feel it on her face. Speaking of her face, Kyla could not move hers. She couldn't tell if she was too tired to open her eyes, or if somehow they had prohibited her from that task. Kyla could move her mouth however. She decided that speaking was not a good choice, despite her ability. After a few minutes of simply being still, Kyla tried again to open her eyes. They fluttered open with much objection to her mind, who screamed at her to relax a little longer. Kyla took a careful look around. She was not strapped to a table. Instead, she was tied with twine to hooks sticking from the wall, which was neatly cleaned rock. The room was large, a door that looked like it was rippled glass led out, and a wall of the same texture touched the rock floor and ceiling, and led somewhere. It seemed that someone could walk from behind that glass wall and enter the room. Lights were placed on the walls like torches, but gave little light. Most of the light in the room came from the tiny spotlights planted in the ceiling. The room had a warm atmosphere, but Kyla felt so cold. She looked down to see she was wearing a short red skirt, and a black sports bra. That was it, and it explained why Kyla had trouble breathing. The bra was tighter than it should have been. Kyla tried to break the twine, forcefully pulling away from the hooks. Her wrists began to sting, telling her it was time to stop. Kyla took a better look at the hooks and twine. They were silver, glistening in the light. They were made of steel, and there was no way it was going to break. Kyla leaned back against the wall, tired again. "You truly are beautiful," a man entered the room. His blonde hair was swooped to one side in the front, giving the impression of a cowlick. His blue eyes twinkled as he walked from the glass wall. He was dressed in black, and Kyla couldn't help but feel slightly intrigued. "What's your name?" The man asked, slowly approaching Kyla. She said nothing. The man laughed a little. "You're stubborn," he noted, "he's gonna like that." Kyla watched as he came closer yet, eyeing her body. "I know who you are Kyla," he smiled, "we all do." He noticed Kyla swallowed hard, trying not to show her fear. "Don't be afraid," he told her, "you'll love it here." He cocked his head, thinking as he studied Kyla. "You should feel right at home," he continued, "being one of us and all. Hopefully you won't have to be killed for disobedience like your mother." That caught Kyla's attention, and the Angel saw it. "You don't know about your mother?" Kyla still said nothing. "You're the quiet type, huh Kyla?" The Angel assumed, smiling. "I might want to take advantage of that," he murmured, feeling Kyla's hips. He rested his lips on Kyla's neck, seeing how far she'd let him go. His hands slid lower. "Please don't." Kyla finally spoke. The Angel stepped back with a grin. "Now how hard was that? You have a pretty voice, there's no need to hide it." Kyla lowered her eyes. "I wasn't hiding it." The Angel eyed her again. "So how long have you known you were a dark angel, or as we call the young ones, faits?" Kyla cocked her head, not meaning to. The Angel looked at her with a gentle expression. "Faits are fallen angels in training. We teach the young dark Angels all we know. But you are different." The Angel explained. His face turned hard. "Answer the question." Kyla swallowed hard again. "I was told by Koda today, I had no idea before." The Angel nodded. "You mean two days ago. You've been asleep for a while now." Kyla said nothing. "Who are you?" She demanded. The Angel smiled sweetly. "I am Eli, one of many dark Angels." Kyla nodded slightly. "Where am I?" The Angel smiled again. "You are in Lucifer's kingdom of Hellacia. I think you'll find it rather satisfactory." Kyla tried to move her hands, and winced. The angel cocked his head. "I wouldn't try to move if I were you. Those bindings are meant to cut moving skin." Kyla moaned. "Can you please let me go?" The Angel gave a cocky smile. "Back into earth? No." Kyla slammed her head into the wall, hoping to knock her self out. "But I suppose asking the master if the bindings are necessary won't hurt." The Angel snapped his fingers as a child ran in. "Ask the master if his lady might be freed from her sharp bindings." The child nodded, and ran out of the room faster than he came. The Angel turned back to Kyla. "The walls are designed to keep their prisoners awake. You won't be knocked out." Kyla froze. "How did you know what I was trying to do?" The Angel smiled. "Sweetie, do you really think you are the first one to try and escape the company of a dark angel?" Kyla said nothing as the child ran back into the room. He had a syringe in his hand. "Thank you, dear fait," the Angel told the child, taking the tool. The child nodded once more, and ran out. "What is that for?" Kyla asked, fear bleeding through her voice. The Angel flicked the syringe twice, replying, "for you." Kyla took a sharp breath, eyes focused on the needle. "What will it do?" The Angel pressed his body against Kyla's, sliding the needle into her vein. Kyla cried out in pain. "Don't worry," the Angel muttered staying focused, "the sting will only last a minute or two." Kyla forced herself to breath. "And to answer your original question," the Angel continued, sliding out the now empty needle, "the serum you were given will simply make it so you cannot leave. We give it to all our people, not that they want to, but just in case." Kyla stopped her loud breathing from the unbearable sting as he continued, "The doors will open for you, but you will not be able to go through." Kyla took a deep breath. "So will you let me go now?" The Angel gave her a bright look, as if he were excited to answer. "Yes." Kyla cried out as the Angel twisted the steel twine around her wrists. "Now," the Angel turned to face away from Kyla, "the master wants you cleaned, fed and shown your domain before he meets with you." Kyla shook her head. "I'm not meeting with Lucifer. He is evil." The Angel froze, spinning to face Kyla with a fluid motion. "Why so?" Kyla looked around, trying to think. "Because The Maker said so." The Angel laughed quietly to himself at her answer. "Tell me darling, who made all the ages on earth?" The Angel waited for her response. Kyla stood tall. "The Maker." The Angel nodded with deep understanding. "Who um, who decided to drain the oceans?" Kyla responded a little less surely. "The Maker." The Angel nodded again. "Who made you leave your father behind with no food or water in Florida, that was overrun and being massacred by alligators and water moccasins? By the way, who knew he could have died without you?" Kyla lowered her eyes in thought. "The Maker." The Angel continued, "who trapped you in a building and sent snaked to kill you and starve you in the desert on a trip that has no meaning?" Kyla met the angel's eyes with total confusion and hurt, then studied the floor. "The Maker." The Angel took her chin in his hand to lift her eyes. "Who brought you to a shelter that is stable, gave you clean clothing and is about to feed you real food, something you haven't had for the last seven days?" Kyla hesitated. "You did." The Angel shook his head. "I was the one who took the orders. It was Lucifer that gave them." Kyla shook her head. "I feel like I've been played." The Angel nodded. "You have."