The Riches of Power

Anxious dawdling

POV Carter

It has been two days, and we know that they can't keep this up. The acidic ocean will soon have to disappear to the treeline because the Sailenze can't keep that level of energy for much longer. In reality they should have been drained much longer ago. They have to be powered by something, but what exactly. The thought sent unwelcomed images to my mind and a lump now lay in my throat.

Whatever they have in store wouldn't be good in any sense of the word, but I think we could take them. Especially since there was rumor from Asmodel that they might be sending a squadron of archangels to aid us. With them we should be rather unstoppable. I took in a deep breathe as I sat down by an open window on a stair case. I was in the large meeting room, on the staircase to the second floor. I had been wandering the grounds aimlessly to pass time. We had trained relentlessly today, so we were given the evening to rest. They didn't want to overwork us either because, it would do no good if we were too fatigued when the onslaught would inevitably occur.

I had dawdled my way into this building because I knew it always gave some comfort to the angels that were staying there. Especially the younger ones, they seemed to believe we were some ancient warriors. The thought made me smile, but we were very far from that. We were more like teenage novices. I sighed, biting the inside of my cheek.

In these past few days we were finally given the story of what exactly had happened to the Japan Sanctuary. The story was rather depressing as one might guess. A rebel group had attacked the defenseless angel community. None of them survived and you can't even find remains of the buildings, the only marker was the splash of darker soil over the ghost of the sanctuary. It was created by a mixture of blood and ash. My throat was tight thinking of a group of innocent angels like the ones joyfully laughing downstairs, making the most of the situation.

They always enjoyed being around each other they didn't need things like we did to entertain ourselves. They would sing and dance together or just talk about things they enjoyed or what they should go do. They were always positive. They were always hopeful. It wasn't that they weren't worried, but they knew they would be okay. They would be revived and wait till they were commissioned to a job. From what I had gathered, they wouldn't know when they get revived however. It could be the next second or they could take centuries.

I couldn't help and dread the endless possibilities. I knew they wanted more than just to destroy this beautiful place. They came for us. Would they still have launched these attacks here if we hadn't came here? Would we have saved those few angels that died? 'They didn't really die' I remind myself. No they might not have died, but they shouldn't have to go through that. I remembered some of the mangled corpses. Long traipse gashes dripping their sparkling silver blood onto the stone and mixing with the black demon blood. The angels eyes were open a life less blue their mouth slightly ajar with their blood trickling down the side.

My stomach felt like it was twisting in knots. 'What if that happened again? What if I would look at some of those faces downstairs in the same situation?' I could feel my eyes watering, but kept my eyes open intentionally letting the unfallen tears dry up. I felt a hand on my shoulder drawing me out of my thoughts as I turned my head to meet the beautiful emerald eyes of Paige. Her forehead creased in worry.

"Are you okay? You look horrible." She asks concerned. I give a half smile and amusement flickers in my eyes and plays on my words.

"That's all I've ever wanted to hear from my favorite girl." I chuckled sarcastically.

"That's not what I meant." She says in ludic frustration, drawing out her words into a childish whining tone. I pull onto my lap and wrap my arms around her. I'm surprised when she allowed it to happen so fluidly, but i think she needed the comfort of being close just as much as I did. "What are you thinking about?" She asks more seriously, already knowing. We were all overwrought and perturbed with a dreading anticipation for the worst.