War of Hearts

28 - Monsters are afraid of the light

The Angels were battering and beating against their enemy under a sunless sky. Their bones were breaking and popping as a sea of blood drinkers crashed into them.

The sky was carrion-black. Poppy-red blood drizzled from Angel's wounds. The blood drinkers were clunking axes and crashing war hammers against the Angel's shields. Arrows were zipping and hissing through the air. Some of Angels were sobbing and sniveling with fear. Swords were ringing against each other. A legion of trolls attacked the centre of the Angel's lines. The septic smell of death hung over the battlefield. It was a battle of head-clasping horror. The acrid taste of blood rose up in everyone's mouths.

Ever Angel landed in the centre of the battle field. Her cold hand gripped the cold, steel sword of life. Ever sprang forward. She saw one of the blood drinkers turn toward her. She bent her knees and sprang, rising into the air as she slashed downward, severing the blood drinker's head from its body. She landed on the ground and moved her gaze around to find Cael.

Ever asked the sword to show her Roop and it showed her Cael who was murdering the Angels, which simply means that Roop is inside Cael. She has no idea what she's going to do but it's just she needed to find him.

She spun and struck out again, jamming the point of the life sword into another blood drinker thorax. She jerked her sword, struck again and watched the blood drinker vanish.

She tried to concentrate and find Cael but she failed. Three blood drinkers came toward her. She held out her left hand and burned the three blood drinkers with fire. She looked at the sea of monsters that surrounded them. Among them was Paulo. He was destroying blood drinkers. The blood drinkers vanished with confusion as for why Paulo was murdering his own kind. Erana was also supporting Paulo to destroy the blood drinkers. Paulo slashed out at a blood drinker, severing at its legs. It wobbled, still alive. Ever ran toward a heap of rocks, darted up the side, and sailed down, slicing the crippled blood drinker in half. She burned it with fire and it vanished as she landed in front of Paulo.

"Thank you," Paulo said, stepping toward Ever.

"Be careful, brother," Ever said and gave a warm smile to Paulo.

Paulo smiled at the mention of 'brother', he has waited for this moment for so long.

Erana staggered back when a blood drinker slammed his fist into her shoulder. He swung a roundhouse punch. She bent backward and felt his knuckles swish past her nose. Suddenly the blood drinker's stomach ripped off and a water sword came out. Erana daren't move, she daren't even breathe, she was frozen to the spot. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

The blood drinker fell on the crowd. Ever sent a fire wave to the blood drinker and flew up into the sky.

Michael Angelo Water stood there with a water sword in his hand.

He sighed and looked at her with those blue eyes touched by storm clouds. She had never seen any emotion in them other than contempt and egoism. But now they embraced the wind. A brief gust before returning to a calm sea.

"Erana," he spoke and the water sword in his hand disappeared into the air.

"What?" Erana asked, backing away from Michael.

"Where have you been?" He asked.

"Why do you care?" Erana said, emotionless.

"Erana, I'm sorry." The guilt sat not on his chest but inside her brain. What he had done he could not un-do. "The baby," he muttered, slowly.

"It's dead!" Erana roared. If she was human she would have cried, if she was human she would have forgiven him but she wasn't human, she felt nothing but anger and hatred.