Ethereal [COMPLETED]

XLII. Pebble Grey

Infernal|42

•Nowhere•

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"Satan!" I hissed as I dodged an arrow, then another one. I was sweating like crazy, it was really hot in here. But there was a more important matter at hand; I was getting attacked.

My heartbeat went like crazy every time I glanced up and saw an arrow heading my way, and they were a lot of them. They were fast too; like, he threw it and before you know it there is another one in his hand and on the way to your face.

These Angels surely knew how to shoot.

I was the only one that wasn't fighting the Angels, I wasn't helping the Angels either I was just standing there doing nothing apart from blocking the arrows.

By now, I already lost sight of Decklan completely, all I'm seeing is red and black. I can't even see faces, even though half of them are unfamiliar I can't defy faces. Looking in front of me at the Angels arms again, I caught sight of an arrow being headed my way.

"Woah!" I said aloud, as I dodged it away at the last second. It was seriously starting to get dangerous in here.

I flapped my wings out so I can dodge the arrows easily but was stupid enough to think that this will save me. Apparently it didn't, because one of the arrows thrown came through my feathers and penetrated through my flesh. It hurts like hell!

I felt myself internally bleeding, but since that I didn't remove the arrow from it's place, the blood didn't prickle out as it should have. But it really hurts, imagine having a blade inside your shoulder.

At first I acted like nothing happened and as if I'm chill or something, but deep inside I was screaming like crazy, it hurts that bad! I closed my wings inside so there won't be any further damage done to it. But along the way the hole on the feathers caught onto the arrow and moved it, inside my flesh.

The blood started to drip from the shoulder that held the arrow, I completely forgot about my whereabouts and where I was and started to howl like a madman on the battlefield. Except that the battlefield part was true. I was hit by the rivals that I'm not even enemy with.

I didn't pull the broken arrow from my flesh so that it won't bleed even more. It still hurts like hell. But hey! at least I'm still well and alive, Unlike some fellow mates of mine that lay lifeless on the nowhere grounds beside me.

When the pain grew even more I decided to go back to Demonia to patch it up, I would get back immediately anyhow, I pushed my way through the devils to get to Demonia. But it wasn't that easy seeing that the two-thirds of the Devils population are here at this place. At some point I got stuck in the middle and couldn't move further. I layed my hand on the injured shoulder because it kept aching me.

My hands were completely bloody by now and I couldn't keep the fluid intact any longer. I stopped in my tracks and wiped the blood on my hands on some dude I don't know. He didn't even feel my hands wiping on the back of his wings. I shrugged it off and continued my walk forward. The more I walked, the less the corpse on the ground became. The dead look on their faces made me forget about my pain, I was still holding my shoulder though.

I honestly pitied these Angels, they were pretty much outnumbered by us. And even though a lot of us got murdered and dead on the Nowhere grounds. We still outnumbered them. All the blood splattered on the ground -- whether it came from the Devils or the Angels -- made me feel sick. I needed to get back to Demonia now fast.