Amongs || GulfMew

You're his Mate

"Umm...why did you stop?" Ohm broke the silence.

"I..." Dumbfounded Gulf could only stare at Mew. He dropped the sword and took a step back as if in fear. This was not happening to him. Not him!

Mew called the chains again only this time stronger so that Gulf couldn't break.

Gulf cursed as he was caught in the same trap. Too many thoughts were going through his head.

Puzzled Mew asked. "Why did you stop? Are you stupid or something?"

Bright looked at Gulf in question.

For the first time in Gulf's life he blushed.

Bright burst out laughing.

"Shut the fuck up!" Gulf growled.

"What's going on?" Ohm asked again.

Gulf signed. Did he really have to say it out loud? Hell no, but fuck they needed to know and so did the Raven maybe he could be turned to their side? Maybe he'd been craving his mate as well? "...He's my Mate."

Both Angels gawked at Mew.

Mew frowned. "Like Australian for 'buddy'?" Gulfs jaw dropped, he didn't know what it meant to be a Mate? Seriously? Every Angel knew to cry out loud!

Bright chuckled. "Yeah a really, really close 'buddy'"

Gulf glared at him. "Really? This is serious!"

Bright shrugged, or tried to with the chains holding him down. "You're the one who's screwed over."

Mew watched them argue, not understanding what they meant. He didn't know their names so he just numbered them. The man who broke free from the chains earlier was number one, number two was the one currently fighting with number one, and number three was currently quiet.

Number one: "Go screw yourself!" He struggled in the chains, his frustration clear.

Number two: "Not as much as you will tonight."

Number three: "You guys really? This is no time to be childish." Said the man who was currently swaying back and forth, entertaining himself.

Mew decided to ignore them. The sun was coming up ending the war.

Mew stretched his wings and took off in the air.

"Hey, wait! Don't go!" Number one sounded desperate. Again what were they talking about? He made sure to put distance between him and the Angels before letting them go.

He completely entered Hell, ignoring the screams and moans from the fires below. Hell-hounds flew around, their teeth chewing on rotten flesh. Many Demons considered using the Hell-hounds in the war but ruled against it since one of the rules in war was that no Angel or Demon may interfere with humans while the war was in motion and knowing the Hell-hounds they wouldn't care.

Hell was everything humans thought it would be and more. Proud buildings stood high above black clouds; they would be the envy of every architect, every window and doorway beautifully designed to beckon you to enter, unknowing to them that inside held humans worst nightmares.

A large dragon skull hung in midair, blue flames emitting from the inside. To Demons this was their sun.

He headed toward the counsel castle knowing that after every battle everyone was to report there immediately. The castle wasn't anything special, it was a stone building similar to the ones he just passed by, only it held no design, it was plain, meant for business. Demons were cunning creatures, always plotting. They won not with violence but with politics. How do you think they brought wars with just convincing men to hate, to meet revenge?

Mew looked around noticing that he was the only one there. Inside, the cavern soared to an impossibly high ceiling with no means of an end; torches were lit up all the way. The floor was covered with blood red glittering symbols. In the middle of it all hang a chandelier made of different skulls; light illuminating from the inside of the skull. It was erringly beautiful.

A few hours passed until finally everyone was accounted for. The leader, Lee, looked straight into Mew's eyes and grinned. Mew frowned, he never liked the bastard, what was he plotting now?

"What do you want?" Mew growled. He instantly felt unease. A Demon threw a pouch at him containing a green liquid, it coated over Mew's armor. Mew's eyes widened as the liquid started melting his armor and burning flesh. Mew spotted more Demons with these pouches ready to throw at him. He tried to shift out but nothing happened.

Mew tried to fly but his wings were numbed.

Lee smirked. They pointed their swords in Mew's direction.

"You're his Mate..."

To be continued.