Hell Within Heaven's Gates

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An angel with gold feathers was standing out in the open, right there, seeming like easy prey. She was directing people- not actually doing much of the fighting herself. Although, she did what she had to when demons tried to hurt her, most of them winding up dead or severely injured.

Immane silently crept up behind her, hoping beyond all hope that she was quiet and small enough to get close.

She heard someone behind her and waited till they got closer- subtly reaching for her blade, blue eyes glowing a bit. Her heart was racing and she waited, and waited, she knew this was only lasting a few seconds in reality. But to her, this felt like an eternity. She had to think through her strategy carefully.

Immane jumped on her pressing the blade to the woman's throat. She had her other hand on the angel's forearm, rendering it useless.

She held still, not wanting to move and possibly get cut.

"Put. Your blade. Down."

"Mmm. I don't think so, lady."

She laughed slightly and spun her blade with minimal movement, stabbing it back into Immane's gut.

Immane made a noise that sounded like a muffled scream. She froze. It hurt like hell. She'd never felt pain like this before.

She shoved Immane back, off of her blade, and turned around to face her. Blue eyes piercing brown.

Immane stumbled slightly but recovered quickly. Blood was pouring out of her, making her lightheaded. She held a hand over the wound, raising the other one with the blade in it.

"Try again, I dare you," her mouth was saying one thing, as her mind shouted another. Demon or not, she wanted to heal the girl before her. Everything deserved proper treatment, war just happened to disagree.

Immane removed her hand from her gut, shaking some blood off her sleeve. It splattered everywhere, including on the Angel. "Bitch."

She wiped the blood from her face, grimacing. Waiting for the before her to make another move, she's not willingly going to hurt anyone.

Immane threw her blade, aiming for the Angel's wings. She had direct orders not to kill. Shame, really.

The girl tried to tuck them in quickly, but failed- she cried out in pain fumbling to pull what wounded her out of her wing. It was blindingly painful. Wings of an angel are the most delicate part. She couldn't see a thing. It was a mixture of the pain making her feel as if she was going to blackout mixed with tears brimming at her eyes. The gold quickly stained red.

Immane quickly took her chance to take the blade out of the angel's hand and tossed it to the ground, grabbing her own from the wing. Of course. Angels were weak. She grabbed the girl's wrist, waiting to see what she'd do to fight back.

The girl couldn't do much- but she punched the demon square in the nose. She put some heavenly force into that one. Close to the bone cracking.

Immane stumbled back, still holding the Angel's wrist. Holy hell. She didn't need that nose anyways.

The girl fell forward when Immane stumbled back, her whole resolve broke with the bone that knife struck. She didn't have much left.

Immane stuck the heel of her boot in the area between her wings, pinning her to the ground. She felt a small sense of accomplishment, despite the blood now dripping to her pants.

She cried out in pain. Sobbing. Immane could probably see her wings twitching in pain. Such a beautiful angel, precious to heaven, should never cry like she is now.