Free Spirit

Born To Be Yours

"I never knew anybody 'til I knew you

I know when it rains, oh it pours

I know I was born to be yours."

-ImagineDragons

The thunder rolled and lightning flashed overhead as the rain poured down on the field. However, the thing that was most menacing of all was the rumble of the crowd as the tension built for the big fight. The Gladiator flipped on his helmet and tightened his grip as he heard the loud booming voice and the metal bars start to rise.

"AND NOOOW, CRAWLING OUT FROM THE SHADOWS, CLIMBING UP FROM THE GATES OF HELL, IS THE CHALLENGER. HE IS SILENT, BUT HE IS DANGEROUS, I GIVE YOU THE HORRIFIC, TERRIFYING, MONSTROUS, INCUBUS WARRIOR!!!"

Lucifer stepped out into the light and was instantly hit by the rain and the sound. The pounding of the rain was coupled with the pounding of the drums, beating down on him. The crows surrounded him, their boos and jeers relentless. The sand on the field was muddy, the sky grim, and the people angry.

"Go back to hell, where you belong!"

"Yeah, go to hell... LITERALLY! HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Yeah, you sinner, you have no place in this world!"

"You were born as dust, you are dust, you are not God's child, you infidel!"

The Incubus Warrior grunted. All his life he had been treated this way. It made sense, his skin was the color of blood, sickly sharp horns atop his head, his burning red eyes. His demonic wings, claws, and pointed tail. His appearance just screamed demon. However, Lucifer begged to differ.

His parents had raised him with love and care and taught him always to pray when people came at him. Despite being very demonic-looking, Lucifer was a devout Catholic, trying everything to be Christian no matter how many times the Church pushed him away. He came to service, hiding and praying in the rafters, cared for the sick, gave to the poor, and believed passionately in Christ. Yet despite this, they pushed him away, just because of how he looked. They oppressed him, getting worse and worse the older he got. Now, he was strong, tall, and battle-worn from years since they threw him to fight in the ring. Even here, no matter how hard he fought, he was still one of the most hated fighters. Damn hypocrites.

The Incubus Warrior stood tall, his black hair blowing in the wind and his burning eyes staring menacingly ahead. He growled, baring his teeth, unfolding his wings, unsheathing claws and raising his tail. The water pounding down gleamed down his obsidian armor covering him shoulder to foot. He was not going to let these sinners define who he was. He was a good man, and he would not break.

"AND NOW, THE MOMENT WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR... IT IS TIME FOR THE CHAMPION TO COME FORTH. THE FAITHFUL WARRIOR, HE STRIKES DOWN FROM THE SKIES AND DEALS DOWN JUDGMENT UPON HIS ENEMIES AND IS THE ONLY ONE FIT TO FIGHT SUCH A DEMON. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... I GIVE YOU... ARCHANGEL!!!"

The metal gate from the other side of the stadium opened up, and a bright light emanated from the opening. Out of it flew the Archangel, his golden blonde hair and golden plated armor shining beautifully. His white wings were elegantly floating, and his electric blue eyes reflected the lightning around him. He drew his sword and raised it. The crowd exploded into cheers, loving their "hero". The Archangel pranced around the stadium, evoking praise and glory from the audience. Fame had really gotten to this guy's head.

"FIGHT!"

The Archangel pointed his sword at the Incubus Warrior, and the largest lightning bolt that Lucifer had ever seen came hurtling down at him. He had only seconds to react, conjuring up a magic shield aš the bolt collided, kicking up dust and gusting wind. The red energy held, but the Incubus Warrior could feel the power as he dug his feet into the sand to stand his ground. And this was only the first move!