Devil's Detective

Prologue

"Where is it!!"

The plane shuddered as it hit another pocket of turbulence. Plastic creaked and there was also the unmistakable sound of the cock pit door banging as the craft rode the storm. The intermit sound of thunder also collapsed around the aircraft shaking and jarring bone. Light strobed down the cabin through the cabin's windows. This sent spiky shadows scurrying along the curve of the interior.

Dead passages nodded and waved their limbs in time with shuddered and jolts of the aircraft.

The Angel stood in the centre of the aisle flaming claymore in one hand and nickel plated automatic with a depiction of Joan of Arc inlaid into the handle in the other hand.

Again the Demon called out: "Where is it Angel!"

The creature stood six foot at the rear of the plane. It's strong handsome face and lean body were set ready for battle. The Demon's wings were deployed and arched away from the shoulder blades. Red scalely.

The Angel raised the automatic and fired. The six rapidly fired shots did nothing to slow down its charge. It hit the Angel at waist height sending it up onto its shoulders. The charge continued into the cockpit. They both shot out of the cockpit's window.

The physical sensation meant nothing to the Demon and Angel, because the fall won't kill them nor would the risk of being sucked into the engines. They tumbled and fought until the Angel engaged her wings. She broke free of the Demon and screamed: "Never will the Devils armies march into heaven!" Wings had materialised. They shimmered and rippled in brilliant blues and whites. The light would calm a moral's eyes. For the Demon it enraged it more. It again charged her. But it was too late once out of the Demon's grasp an Angel can out run a Demon in the air. The Angel spiralled below clouds towards the snow capped mountains.