The Apocalypse of the Damned

Chapter Three: Avenging the Fallen

Ellette made her way to the town's church. They should be there still; at least, according to Lucifer, they should be. The fae sighed as she quickly walked through the town like a madwoman. Why did she trust the king of Hell? For all she knew, all of this could be a trap. But she didn't have any other choice. The princess needed to find who caused her kingdom so much pain and destruction. Apparently, so did this angel and demon that Lucifer told her about.

She wasn't sure what to think of the mates. In her mind, it would never work. Demons were heartless cold creatures, who destroyed anything they could. While angels were caring selfless creatures, who would do anything to keep peace. There's no way that could work. Could it?

The sheltered fae didn't realize the truth about both supernatural beings. The stories told about them rarely told the truth. In fact, most of the time, angels were the cold heartless beings. They believed Heaven was the best- or they were manipulated into thinking otherwise was a sin. This caused angels to have massive egos and make sure all beings knew they were inferior. That was their reasoning for killing all demons, the most inferior beings in the angels' minds. Who cared if a bunch of inferior beings died? Not the angels.

Demons were more varied. Unlike angels who were tied down to their rules, missions, and elders, demons basically had free will. Sure, Lucifer created some to create some order- pure chaos would make God intervene and he didn't want that. However, the demons had a choice on what they wanted to do. If a demon wanted to help mortals, they could. If they wanted to influence people to sin, they could. Hell, if they wanted a job and live a mortal life, you could, with a few limitations. Like angels, demons were also given certain tasks, but only special demons received those. Zion used to be one of them. He suspected that Lucifer knew about his fate, however, and the tasks given to him were for training.

The princess softly shook her head, focusing on the church in front of her. A short blonde boy was staring at a taller dark-haired man. It looked like they were having a silent conversation. Ellette cautiously walked towards them until she could feel their presence. As she suspected, they were an angel and a demon. Most likely, the mates she was looking for. If they weren't, surely, they would've killed each other by now.

Zion tensed and productively stood in front of his mate when a stranger with a weird presence making her way towards them. His mate noticed her also. She clearly had her eyes set on the pair. At first, they thought she was another angel who wanted to kill them. But her presence was different. It wasn't an angel nor a demon. She was a fae, but Malak didn't know that. He was sheltered for the majority of his life.

"Who is she?" Malak whispered, forgetting about their mind-link.

Zion tensely shrugged while he muttered his reply, "No clue, Angel, but stay behind me in case she tries anything." His angel tentatively nodded and offered him a soft smile. The demon smiled back, hoping to ease his mate's nerves. Though fae wasn't usually dangerous, Zion didn't trust her. Even the most seemingly innocent beings could be dangerous.

Noticing the cautious looks from the mates, Ellette spoke up, "I mean no harm. There's no need to fear me."

The angel didn't believe her. She was new. She seemed innocent. And that, to him, was dangerous. Trusting her meant allowing himself to be vulnerable, and he couldn't do that. Not again. So, Malak stood behind his mate, gently playing with the end of his shirt.

"Then what do you want?" The demon bluntly asked, his tone cold. If the angel wasn't his mate, he'd be afraid.

Ellette was afraid. His voice cut through her like a harsh blade. The princess knew not to upset the demon nor the angel. If she did, the demon wouldn't be kind to her. Honestly, all she wanted to do was run back home and grieve with Francis. But she couldn't. Ellette had to fulfill her purpose. If not for herself, then for her people. They deserved to be avenged.

"Lucifer sent me to you for your help," she stated. "Someone has caused my kingdom to fall. They influenced my family and friends to turn on and kill each other."

Both beings felt bad for the stranger. They knew the pain of being ripped away from everyone you loved without any warning. For them, it was the worst feeling they've ever felt. Even worse than death.

Nevertheless, Zion wasn't sure if she could be trusted. For all they knew, Lucifer sent her to mess with them. Though, if he was being honest, that didn't sound like Lucifer at all. The demon looked at his angel for guidance. Usually, Malak was an excellent judge of character- though Zion would never admit it. His angel was staring at the pavement with a confused frown causing the demon to sigh softly. His mate wasn't his usual self which was fine. He needed time. But Zion wasn't sure how much and all he wanted was his angel back. However, for now, he'll comfort his mate, helping him any way he can.

The demon sighed again. He had an idea on how to help his mate. Despite how unpleasurable it was to him, his mate needed it so he could learn to trust again.

"Why did he think we could help?" He asked stiffly, still not liking the plan.

"He told me that the crimes against my people were caused by a horseman. One of the four that will bring the apocalypse."

Malak peeked out from behind his mate in shock. It couldn't be that easy to find the next horseman. Can it? Surely, this was a trick. It had to be. She had to be lying in order to kill them or something.

However, his mate didn't seem to agree.

"We'll help," his demon bluntly stated.