Mandriel seemed to think I’d given up a fight with him, but oh how wrong he was. I shoved him to the side and manoeuvred over to my bed pulling my sword from under the pillow letting it see it’s old enemy; the one that separated them all those years ago. The blade was held loosely in my grip allowing my movements to be more fluent. The sword was an extension of my arm swinging through the air in silence as sound could not comprehend its swift movements. My body lurched forward and the blade pierced his flesh sliding further until it met bone, but that barrier soon fell victim as even his bones could not stop the fury behind my blade.
A controlled growl rumbled in Mandriel’s chest and I felt the vibration run through my blade as his hand swung up to grab me. Quickly I avoided the attempt to capture me and as a result the blade twisted putting him on his knees before me. ‘Good! This is how he should be, kneeling before me.’ “Demon filth.” Again my voice was not my own, but that of the wretched monster that had been born from endless torture; it wanted to carve him until nothing remained, but it would do it slowly making sure he stayed awake to endure the pain it had planned. At its own will my hand turned twisting the sword once more, Mandriel gritted his teeth as ragged breaths left him. “Remove your blade, Shayrield.”
“Why would I do that, demon, I rather like you on your knees it is a fitting place for your kind.” I was taunting him something I didn’t think I could do; maybe I could do this, maybe I could win! Once again I turned the blade so that it was now vertical so I Dragged the blade down further relishing the feel of his rending flesh. “If I belong on my knees then you belong on your back Shayrield; isn’t that how all fallen angels land?” His words infuriated me and he sensed it which caused him to act faster than I. He pulled the blade into his body then shoved me back making me stumble losing my blade to him as he pulled it out and threw it across the room.
My body was falling to the floor and I so desperately wanted to prevent it, but I couldn’t which angered me more. As soon as my back hit the floor Mandriel’s strong body was draped over me with his hips wedged between my thighs. “See is this not a more fitting place for you?” He rasped against my ear as he pinned my wrists above my head with one hand leaving me snarling at him. “Filth! Demonic filth!” I managed to yell the first word before he clamped his free hand over my mouth muffling the last two words. “I am an angel like you Shayrield, my father was one as was my mother, but your beloved highest slaughtered her because she had borne a child and loved; something I understand you soldiers are forbidden to do.”
“So because I am forbidden to love any other than my creator you will make me suffer? Oh your mother will be pleased who was that whore?” I watched as anger flared inside him making me regret my words; the look he held in his eyes was murderous. “She was the evening star my father’s opposite she kept him kind, loving yet you call her a whore Shayrield? Your creator forsaken you that day when my blade cut your flesh yet you yearn for his forgiveness?” I didn’t understand he’d lost me when he said the Evening star; I had never seen her she’d died before I was created, but I’d heard the stories of her tragic end. Lucifer’s craving for madness had overwhelmed her and she’d fallen to her grave in sorrow; that was the way an angel could die. Sorrow or decapitation, the latter was the usual death bringer for an angel.
“You want to see a whore Shayrield? I will take you then and when I’m finished my demons will bed you and once they’re done with you leaving you craving sexual pleasures I will show you a mirror; you will see a whore I swear that to you.” His grip on my wrists tightened as he leaned his face in closer to mine, then tilted his head looking at her almost shocked. “You cry? Angels do not cry.” He said making me frown then I felt them, my tears fell from my eyes; was it because of his threat? No I was crying because of the Evening Star’s demise, I was crying because of Mandriel’s loss.
