Hell Within Heaven's Gates

5

"I'll cut it clean off," Immane crossed her arms, tapping her left foot.

She looked up at Immane, pure fear. That can't happen, "no, you wouldn't."

"You've seen your friends. Demons like me did that. Don't test me."

"I don't think you will," she stood up straighter as she finished her sentence.

"Why's that?" Immane asked, squeezing her arm.

"I'm good at reading people, demons like you have cut their wings off, you haven't. And the looks you give me say the opposite of what your mouth is spewing. You can't."

"What is my mouth saying then?" Immane clenched her fist. She could do it. Right?

"You're saying you can, but you're a liar. You can't do anything. Nothing circumstantial anyway."

"Your torn wing is nothing?" She sounded sure of herself.

"It can heal," Seraphine curled her top lip in a sneer as she spoke, glaring at Immane.

"I will cut it off," Immane protested, picking the blade off the ground.

Seraphine stepped forward a bit glaring down Immane. Her eyes started to glow, an intimidating dark blue. It was a scary look, one that very easily could belong to a demon. She made forceful eye contact.

Immane took a step back, no angel had ever done this. Immane looked down at Seraphine's wing, not wanting eye contact.

"Just what I thought," her voice snapped.

Immane quickly turned the blade on Seraphine, driving it into her shoulder. She was the one in charge. Not this- this- angel.

She winced before pulling out the blade and looking up at Immane, a dangerous look growing in her eye.

Immane kneed her in the gut, hurting herself a little in the process.

Seraphine doubled over, she still held the blade tightly in her hand, and doubt she's ever letting go. This was her only defense. She regained composure quickly and stabbed Immane in the leg. Pulling the blade back out to herself, she's not losing it.

Immane flinched slightly but didn't react that much. There was a lot of blood, but Immane wasn't about to let an angel get the best of her.

"Immane, your time's up," Azazel spoke from outside the cell, "my father says you can come back tomorrow and try again. But for tonight it's enough."

Immane glared at Seraphine one last time before turning around and sauntering out.

~~**~~**~~

"You get anything out of her?"

Azazel had his fair share of wounds from today, but he ruffled Immane's hair, still proud of her for catching an angel.

Immane made a sad grunt noise, "no, she's so devoted to fucking broken heaven. It's really gross."

Azazel chuckled, to anyone who's an outsider it would have sent chills down their spine, but for Immane this was nothing new.

"That's not surprising, they're all stuck up feathery brats."

"True that," she grumbled.

"Get some sleep, father says you can get back to the angel soon as you're rested," Azazel had a softer tone than usual. He kept his gaze forwards, however.

"I'm not a kid, Azazel," Immane argued, crossing her arms yet again.

"That's debatable." He turned down one of the darkest corridors of hell, his room just so happened to be located down there. Protected by horrific monsters. His father, the devil himself, makes sure he is well protected.

Immane rolled her eyes. This was the turn where she had to split from Azazel to go to her own room. She gave him a weak wave before walking off.