The comedic Tragedy of Asmodeus and Raphael

Chapter 7

A slight word of warning: There is heavy description of blood and a description of feathers being plucked in this chapter, just so you know.

Elizabeth looked deep into the forest. She imagined her little cottage, all of it's plants. The landing area in the front. Every shingle and brick and she imagined, willed herself into being there.

Suddenly, a change.

Since she didn't have enough energy to teleport all twenty miles, Elizabeth found herself a little more than eleven miles away from her home, and also falling 50 feet.

Teleportation was a tricky thing if you don't have a firm grasp on where you are. It's especially hard if you are tuckered out from just casting six miracles in a row. The thing with teleportation is that when it teleports you to a place, it teleports you at the exact height you were at your origin. It's helpful when you miracle across a flat field, but not when you are trying to cross a hilly forest.

Luckily, Liz is an angel.

Unluckily, Lilly is not.

Elizabeth never had the best reaction times, for when she summoned her wings it was too late and the best she could do was cocoon Lilly in their feathery softness. They tumbled down, hitting branches along the way. Lilly didn't get a scratch. Liz, not so much.

When they finally hit the ground Elizabeth waited a second before unravelling her wings from around her friend. She was in so much pain. Her wings and back were screaming from the lashes they received from the trees. Elizabeth almost screamed, but remembered she had to check up on someone.

Elizabeth rolled Lilly over so that her back laid flat on the cold forest floor. Her breathing had picked up a little but still sounded scary. Liz knew a little bit about human anatomy (she did, after all, share most functions with them) and lowered her head, resting her ear on Lilly's chest, listening for her heart, her lungs, any signs that she might or might not be okay. She breathed, smelling Lilly for anything she might have consumed. Then, she found it.

Flunitrazepam.

That was the name of a certain drug she came across when doing research on modern house parties. It was evil, it was used by people to slip into other people's drinks so that they become very tired and are able to be... manipulated.

Was that what was going to happen to Lilly? Elizabeth thought. She would have had to have a conversation with Ade about the demon later.

Her wings hurt, but she could still fly. They were dripping the dark red of human blood but the minor cuts would be scabbed in a matter of minutes, all she had to do was wait. In that time, she collected her thoughts. A lot had happened in the past half hour.

Let's see, that pathetic she-demon tried to apologise, an IMP tried to poison my human, I'm running on about 3% battery power and my wings are out of commission. Elizabeth thought, she was still tuckered out but the passion of anger gave her a little bit of a spark.

"You know what? I am Opheliel of the Cherubim! And let me fall from my heavenly Grace if I ever NOT protect this human!" Elizabeth shouted, shakily standing up and alternating between pointing to the sky and to the ground. She leaned down, almost stumbling, and picked up Lilly once more. She knew where her house was. Elizabeth gave two painful flaps and was off the ground.

She grazed the treeline and followed her natural sense of direction towards her abode. Some of the bigger cuts on her back were dripping but that didn't bother her, they would heal in a few days. What she had to focus on now was keeping her eyes open and not knocking into birds. The wind was helping a little bit with keeping her awake but she could still sometimes find herself slipping. Both literally and metaphorically. She almost dropped Lilly again.