Jenna lets go of her hand. “You…KILLED…him?”
“Yes. I was about to tell you. But..”
“Stop…just stop…How could you ??? I trusted you !!!”
“I’m sorry Jenna. I was under his control. I…”
“It doesn’t matter…YOU took him away from me…you…. Oh Ben…” Jenna begins to cry.
Lucifer laughs maniacally. “Boo hoo hoo….isn’t this wonderful ? I just love to shatter happy ending.”
“WHY Vincent ?? WHYY ???” Jenna is so angry at Vincent, but at the same time she knows that Vincent was under dark magic influence. Her logic and her heart are battling each other.
“He jumped to me and I shot him. It was an accident. I never meant to hurt him.” Tears running down Vincent’s cheek. “I’m sorry…”
“Oh well. Accident…not an accident….murdered….self defense…what’s the difference? He’s dead anyway…”
Lucifer is walking back to his throne, and unsheathes the massive black executioner sword on the pedestal.
“As much as I enjoy this display of misery, I have to end you right here. I have been waiting for this moment for centuries, and I won’t have you or anyone else ruins my plan. Zuriel, you would have been a great general to my troops. Too bad this is the end of the line. For BOTH of you.”
Lucifer lifts his sword up high, and swings it with all his might. Jenna stares helplessly at the sword, and closes her eyes. Her heart is not ready to give up, but she has lost her fighting spirit. Suddenly Jenna feels a shove out of nowhere. She falls on her back a couple of meters from where she stands. What happen?
She gets up, opens her eyes and sees Lucifer with a bloody sword. Vincent is lying there motionless. Blood is flowing like a river from the gash on his back.
Oh no. Vincent..nooo…noo….I’m sorry…I’m sorry…. Jenna holds an outstretched hand, reaching for the dying Vincent.“A valiant, but useless effort.” Lucifer kicks Vincent’s body to make sure he’s dead. “You’re next, little girl.” He moves in for the kill, dragging the sword behind him. Jenna can’t even stand; she can only drag her body with her hands. Lucifer seems to enjoy toying with his victim. He intentionally slows down his pace to instill terror in Jenna. Finally he is standing right in front of her. “Say good night, precious.”
Jenna looks down, and closes her eyes. She’s waiting for the sword to come. I just hope this is going to be painless. Good night.
“LUCIFER !!!!!!!!!!!!” A loud shout, a thundering noise like a sonic boom, followed by a loud crash at a distance. Jenna still cringes, waiting for the sword to cut her down. But nothing happens after several seconds. She slowly opens her eyes. A tall figure is standing right in front of her, with his back facing her. His wings are spread wide, strong and majestic; cloud with muscles will be the perfect depiction of the wings. His face is glowing; full of determination like a warrior who had fought thousands of battles. He turns to Jenna. “Are you alright?”
“Yes.” She is totally amazed that no words can be uttered in that moment. “Are you an angel?”
“Yes. I am an Archangel, the name is Michael.”
~A~
Lucifer gets up from the ashes. There is a hole in the wall in the shape of his body. He is down, but not beaten. It just gets him angrier. “Michael!!! You are not supposed to be here!! You are breaking the treaty!!”
“You break it first. Need I remind you that you broke it almost a thousand years ago?” Lucifer gets really quiet, but dares himself to answer with a mocking tone. “So what?!?! Your Holiness King already has decided that we are defeated. I don’t like where His plan is going, and I surely never intend to spend eternity in that black hole.” Michael is holding himself back. His blood is boiling, but he knows that he has to be patient for now.
“You know that all your effort is futile. He knows what you want, and now He’s putting an end to your plan.”
“That’s a load of crap. The end of the world won’t’ commence without the Scroll of the End of Days. I still got both of his manna crystals, and your champion is now half death.”
“Oh you mean these manna crystals?” A voice comes from the back of Lucifer’s throne. A secret door is swung open, and a man is juggling two manna crystals in his hands. Lucifer turns around. When he sees who it is, he disgustedly mentions the name of the person he knows too well “Gabriel….”
“Seriously, Luce, you think you are ALL THAT and a bag of chips?” Gabriel seems relaxed, but he knows all too well not to underestimate the Dark Lord. “HE” Gabriel points up “Knows your plan even before you hatch it. How are you planning to deceive the All-Knowing?”
Gabriel walks slowly toward Vincent and checks on him. Alive, but barely. We must act quickly.
“You there. How much Morning Dew you got left?” Gabriel’s voice seems to awaken Jenna, who was in catatonic state as she can’t deal with the situation. She shakes her head hard to wake herself. “About a quarter of a bottle.”
“It should be enough. Bring it over here.”
Lucifer realizes Gabriel’s plan, and quickly move towards them. Michael steps right in front of him. Lucifer swings his black sword and Micahel quickly evades it. Jenna is fully functional now, and she shouts to Michael “Your sword and shield is in my bag!” Michael hears her, and quickly flies to her. She flings the bag to Michael, and he pulls out the sword and shield “Ah...It’s been a long time, old friends.”
Fully equipped, Michael charges toward Lucifer, and engage a furious battle. These two enemies already at it since the beginning of time, and this is the perfect time to unleash their anger. The battle is so intense that it seems like two battalion meets whereas only 2 people are fighting; The General of Light versus the General of Darkness. Sparks flies everywhere when two ethereal swords clash. Thunderous clang fills the room when the Executioner Sword hacks the Shield of Mikhail. Despite the intense fight, these two seems to be equally matched. Michael jumps back and stops attacking to catch his breath. Amazing. What a strong killer aura. Lucifer seems to wait for Michael’s next move. The air is full of battle pressure from both ends.
“Okay, he’s ready.” Gabriel’s voice breaks the silence. They all turn their head to the direction of the voice. Vincent is standing firm and tall. He seems to grow a couple of sizes than before. His eyes are so intense, eager to enter the brawl. “Now. Where were we ?”
~A~
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