Fallen

V

"HOW ARE YOU THE LAST FALLEN ANGEL WITHOUT KNOWING!?" Tango shouted.

"I don't know, this is all pretty new." Mumbo replied.

"I'm gonna gather the fallen. I'll be right back." Grian said, flying out after telling the Fallen to meet him outside of the hall.

A few minutes later, Xisuma, Impulse, Zed, and Scar came in with Grian. 

"Want to explain to me what is going on?" Xisuma asked.

"Okay, so Wels, Ren, and Doc all haven't been acting like themselves. Mumbo is the last of the fallen, and we have to prepare for a war with the devil." Grian explained.

"You're kidding. Please tell me you're kidding." Impulse said. Grian shook his head. "I wish I was. We need to figure out what to do though."

"How much time do we have to devise a plan?" Xisuma asked.

Just then the sky went dark and the Fallen team ran out.

"None." Grian said, "EVERYONE BACK INSIDE. NOW. GO GO GO!" He said pushing everyone back inside as a meteor fell.

"How is there a meteor here?" Mumbo asked.

"I don't know, but we need to go. NOW." Tango said pulling on Mumbo's sleeve and everyone following behind. 

Grian looked back for half a second. "GUYS!" He yelled, "DEMONS ARE PULLING OUT OF THE GRO-" Grian got dragged down into a pit. "GRIAN!" The gang shouted. They stood in fear for a second before Grian somehow sprung up from the ground.

As he kicked a demon in the face he scurried up to the group. "We need to go somewhere with high altitude." He said out of breath.

"My base is pretty high, let's go." Xisuma said, everyone followed to fly behind X. When Grian tried to fly he simply fell to the ground.

He looked back at his wing, it looked mangled. "Oh no... GUYS I CAN'T FLY! I-I think my wing is sprained!" 

Just then two demons came behind them and grabbed Grian. "Grian!" The gang shouted.

"GO! Get to high ground. I'll be fi-" His sentence cut off by being drug underground.

"We need to go!" Tango yelled, everyone flew to Xisuma's base. 

"I can't believe we lost Grian... He's the only one of us who knew the catacombs really well." Scar said softly.

"I know the catacombs of hell well enough to know where I'm going but I don't know if things have changed." Tango replied. 

"And that's the problem, Grian would go down every other week and see if things changed or not. He would always come back and write out a new map, sometimes memorize it enough to where he didn't need to change anything." Scar replied.

"So you're telling me we don't have a map of the catacombs?" Impulse asked.

"That would be correct my friends." Xisuma chimed in. "He usually gave me the maps, but he either didn't make one out this time, nothing changed, or he didn't have time too." 

"We can't fight a war without our strongest angel!" Xisuma yelled, "How are we going to get him back?"

"Maybe we can sneak into the combs?" Zed suggested.

"They'd be expecting that." Tango said.

"Can you guys PLEASE fill me in?!" Mumbo shouted.

"Fallen angels, and fallen demons. We aren't one or the other, we're a bit of both. Some of us possess more traits of one side. Take for example Tango and Grian. Tango is more partial to the demon world than he is to any other. Grian, more angel. Which is probably why he's taking a liking to you." Impulse said.

"Okay. So what's the plan?" Mumbo said, somewhat understanding what he's a part of. 

"Maybe team ZIT could go in and bring in the angels as a sacrifice or something so we can get to Grian?" Xisuma suggested.

"They'll kill you!" Tango shouted.

"If they know our faces, then they'll know each demons face. There's no hiding either way, and Grian could be really hurt by now." Scar said.

"What if we disguise ourselves? Put on different hermit heads?" Mumbo said.

"That could work... but I don't know." Impulse said, "Those demons are smart. I don't know how easily they can be fooled."

"It's the only plan we got." Xisuma said with a sigh. "I've got hermit heads in my shop. C'mon. We're gonna have to be sneaky though."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"LET. ME. GO. YOU FILTHY DEMONS." Grian shouted as he thrashed in the demons' holds.

"Stop struggling. You'll only mangle your wrists more."  The demons said as they threw Grian into a cell.

"This is absolutely disgusting." Grian said as he jerked his arms free of the liquid that was on them.

"Welcome to the catacombs, fallen angel." The demons said walking away. Grian stood up and tucked his wings behind his back, despite how much it hurt to move the right one.

Catacombs... I think there's an exit in here somewhere. Think Grian, think. Grian thought as he looked around. "Shit." Grian grumbled then covered his mouth, "profanity Grian, watch it. Find a way out." 

He continued looking around for a few minutes before two demons walked into his cell.

"And what do you think you're doing?" They hissed.

"Uh.. Nothing." Grian said as the two demons walked up to him and pulled him to follow them. 

They brought Grian to a weird room with chains. Grian's eyes widened and his ears drooped slightly at the sight.

"You'll stay here, until the demon himself comes to deal with you."

Grian let out a small whimper as his chains were attached to his wrists. He let out a small scream as they chained both his wings down heavily to his back, making sure he couldn't move them. After the demons left, Grian let his head droop.

"I am so dead if they don't get to me."