Dusty Shelves & Old Books(fallen angel Aizawa)

Dawn Rises (13)

The Enemy Seraph lands hard, to the forested ground. His left hand strikes (Y/n) across the chest, in clothesline fashion. You hit a large tree with your back and the 'wind' is knocked out, of you. The Angel grabs you, by the hair and drags your body backwards, as a makeshift shield. Raguel does right himself and stands, shaking his body.

The stallion's eyes roll with the whites, showing fear but advances on the enemy Angel. Raguel rears and then strikes with his front hooves, in an attempt to get the Angel to let go of you.

It is then Aizawa and Yamada land to the ground with a flurry of wings. It is as if time pauses, long enough, to see Shouta as he must have looked long ago. His black hair flowing wildly around his head and six now ebony black, wings are a flapping flurry of motion. Aizawa's face is stern and expressionless but his intent is unmistakable. His movement is so fast you can't keep track. Your 'Ame Damnee' is wearing a chest plate of armor battered but still intricate, in design and welding paired hand sickles (gamas), that could become a battle scythe at an instant.

"Aizawa, this was your last chance and I am going to wipe your seed from this world," the Seraph mocks the fallen angel. "Such a shame. Twins... one is dark as you and one is light as the mother. All must die, because of you and as the humans say, let God sort them out."

"Do not do that! The unborn children are innocent! (Y/n) is worthy to live still!" Hizashi pleads for your life.

"I am... with child? Twins?" you gasp in shock. "I'm on birth control! Shouta what the fuck!"

Shouta had wondered after the tantra sex by the pond, that you might be but now it's certain by acknowledgement of the enemy Angel. It is the reason you will die. It is the reason your unborn children will never, come to be. You have Shouta's children in you and he is a fallen. Your children are half angels, Nephilim. His dream is ending, everything is coming, to the end. Your life is coming to an end, violently like Grammie's.

What does 'cherished' really mean? If you only knew Shouta loved you. That you truly were special. Can he have a place in his heart? Will he even mourn me when I am gone?

You don't have long to think much more, on this bit of news. The realization, of being pregnant and your relationship, when an Angelic blade is resting at your throat. The anger sets in, that all mother's get to protect their 'cubs", born or unborn. You also want to live long enough, find a way to beat the shit out, of Aizawa. Your eyes spy a camouflaged rope, that leads to a trap set up behind the Angel, holding you at knife point.

"Aizawa! Shouta! If I survive this I'm going to FUCKING kick your ASS to hell by myself, you bastard!"

(Y/n) kicks her feet frantically until the rope hooks on the toe of your boot. You look up at the honey brown haired Angel, with blue eyes and monologue, "Hey you ugly fucker! Time to report to God! You're LATE!"

The Seraph looks down with confusion, then looks up as a... Swish! and a Thack! echoes the forest.

(Y/n) has Angel blood raining down, like a small meditation fountain. You spit a little, then look at Hizashi and Shouta, who are frozen in place. Shouta's face is the most frozen and confused. His eyes go to you and then to the trap then the dead Angel and back to you. The renegade angel can't seem to fathom, that you slayed an Angel, with a mere wooden spike to the chest. The trap is well thought out and executed but still, it shouldn't have worked. You were human and a mystic but still, only Angelic weapons killed Angels completely.