The Heavenly Archer (An updated Guardian Angel)

The Memories

Arron felt the heat of Firesnake's blade, as he quickly evaded the attack. He sidestepped, taking out an arrow from his quiver. "You don't have to do this Felix!" Arron said, shooting a purgatory arrow. It looked like a net when it hit Firesnake, but inside shows hell. Firesnake continued to escape. "Don't bother trying, no mortal can get out of that." Arron smirked, but quickly turned to a frown. A huge flame came out of the net, as Firesnake wearing his red-tinted leather jacket charged at him. "But, how?" Arron asked in surprise. "I learned from the best" Firesnake shot back and quickly pounced at the angel with a bow.
Arron fell to the ground with the sword in his chest. A voice appeared to both of them. "There, does that settle your big dispute?"
Arron woke up, to find himself sleeping at an inn. He was still in the town. The archer went down the stairs. He had been wearing a cloak to conceal his advanced tech. "How do you do?" A woman said, as he walked by. "Good, thank you. I must be on my way though," He replied.
"Oh, leaving so soon? We would love you to stay," the innkeeper commented.
"I really must go now. Good day to you though, madam"
Before he could reach the doors, a gust of wind shut them. He grabbed his bow, still in its handle form.
"No really, Stay." The innkeeper demanded. Yet, this was no innkeeper, it was a demon. Heavenly archer spun around and shot a holy arrow at the spawn. It hit the demon, but had no affect. "Demon, release this human!" Arron yells.
"How dare you not speak my name, I am no ordinary demon! I am Paimon, king of hell!" Paimon roars.
Fear, an emotion newly discovered, finds its way to the archer. "So, why is lucifer's pet spending his days at an inn?" The Archer mocked.
"Because my master commands me so." He answers, revealing his crown.

"Why would Lucifer send you now?"

"Lucifer does not partake in such matters. My master sends me here, for the stability of my father's kingdom."

"To cure the bubonic plague? Who is this master of yours"

Paimon leaps at him, taking his natural form. The Heavenly archer dodges his attack, moving away from the king of hell. "Your master--you speak of a conjurer, don't you? What conjurer is it that controls you?" Arron interrogates, shooting a purgatory arrow. Paimon, in his true form of a lion, roars a massive gust of wind. The wind breaks the arrow before reaching Paimon. "Yes, my master is a conjurer. Yet, he allows no one to speak his name," Paimon answers.
"No one can speak his name, you say? Well, then I know who he is. The Peasant, the one who caused the bubonic plague."
Paimon growls and then smiles, "My master has a message for you: You will burn at my hand, archer, for I am no ordinary conjurer. You think you have seen the mightiest, but you haven't seen me!"
Then, Heavenly archer shot a banish arrow. "No!" Paimon yelled. It hit Paimon in the heart. A hole appeared in the wall, taking Paimon into it. Finally, one last roar was heard.
"See, I told you he would win." The same voice appeared that Arron had heard before. "Yeah, you did. This shows that Arron needs more training." A different voice appeared, that of a woman. "Well, he will need rest. That was his first time, after all." Arron recognized the first voice. It was someone he had met earlier that day.
Same with the second voice, the woman. She was someone from his, that he couldn't quite remember.
All these strange voices brought his mind back to earlier that day.
It was his first day back on Earth. He was sent to a city named New York. The sight of how much humanity progressed amazed him, but he would have to ignore that. He had a very important mission. This mission was to find the superhuman named David Arnold. If he went to the right time, he should be 18.
When he got to the house, an old man with a cane opened the door. "Who are you?" The old man said with a raspy voice. "I am an angel of God. My father has sent me here to find a, 'David Arnold'"
"No one lives here by that name, anymore" The old man replied.
"He doesn't? Well, do you know where he might be?"Arron asked.
"No, but if you find him, tell him his father says he misses him." Arron nodded and went away. There was only one way that Heavenly archer knew how to find him. He had a favor that he hadn't used yet.
An arrow shot through the door, burning it into ashes. Arron walked in the room with his bow still up. There was a man in a chair, smiling at the entrance of an old friend. "The angelic archer, how lovely for you to drop in."
The man said, straightening his tie. Arron kept his bow up, still ready to shoot. "Sorry about the door, Gabriel" The two looked at each other with a hostile stare, then laughed. Arron put his bow down. "Hello, old friend," Heavenly archer greeted, while hugging Gabriel, "I'm truly sorry for the door."
"No worries, my friend," He replied and gestured Arron to sit, "So, what brings my old friend to New York?"