Chapter Thirty One

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Everybody stared shocked.

"I...I can't believe it..." one of the Dark Angels said.

"The last Humanoid... is dead..." one of them said.

The Dark Angels went wide eyed as they mumbled to each other.

Lola felt like she was going to be sick, like her heart had burst, like her blood turned to liquid ice and like she was about to go into a fit of her own as her eyes blurred with even more tears and rolled down her cheeks.

Her whole body suddenly stiffed up so much that all those feelings disappeared and was replaced with fear as Lola straightened too tightly and suddenly, the Dark Angel holding her gasped with surprise as it jumped back.

Lola's eyes felt like they were going to pop out of her head as she looked at the dark skies, images of the burning buildings, Annika's lifeless eyes and Angels' body as she reached forwards.

Lola's mind was attacked by words as these images flashed in her mind, "...you could've prevented this... you could've prevented this... there is something you can do... you can do... you can do..." they echoed in her mind, with every image Lola's body was forced forwards as if she had been painfully punched in the stomach, she clutched her head as they continued to talk, "there is still time... time... time... there's still time to save her..." they echoed, they started overlapping with each other, more and more voices repeating the same thing over and over again, "all you have to do is agree... agree... agree!" they were getting loud and louder, more and more voices overlapping until finally they all ceased and one voice remained, "or don't you want to save her...?"

Lola's felt the tips of her toes barely on the ground, her eyes screwed closed, no tears fell, no emotion lingered as she was dropped with faint whispers within her head. She could hear the Dark Angels muttering to one another, and then heard Elinor yelling, "No!" she growled as she kneeled to Annika, "you can't get out it that easily you ungrateful little runt!" she growled as she forced Annika's head to lift up.

"Leave her alone!" Lola screeched.

Elinor pressed the vile against Annika's eyes, but they were dry, "shut it!" she snapped, as she pressed it so hard against Annika's eyes it looked like it may burst, "you stubborn little show-off," she growled as she dropped Annika's head, "even in your damn death you didn't cry."

'Do you agree...?'

She looked over her shoulder and glanced at Lola, "kill the brat, we'll just tell the Dark Lord the Humanoid killed her. I'm in no mood for such a prisoner," Elinor growled as she pulled the pearl from her pocket, she looked to Annika and teased her dead body with the pearl, "and I think I'll keep this, I mean after all, you don't need to worry about this anymore."

"Stop that!" Lola demanded as she struggled uselessly in the Dark Angel's grip. She was growing angry.

Elinor seemed to be enjoying it.

"Or what?" Elinor asked smiling, "you gonna hit me?" she came closer, "oh yeah, you're not brave enough to throw the first punch, aren't ya? What? Curtsey of your Dad or you're Mum."

Lola stared at her as tears filled her eyes, "nah, you wouldn't throw an assault, you'd run away like a little mouse," Elinor said, "Like the coward you are."

Lola fell silent, her tears of sorrow replaced with pure frustration.

"That's what I thought," Elinor smiled as she turned around and walked to Annika, she looked back, "well hurry up, kill the little brat," Elinor instructed, she turned to one of the other Dark Angels, "you, take the body and give it to the Blood Crawlers, something to play with before their job."

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