by Nameless
Why would a floor ten badass fallen angel come to save my scrawny behind, not to mention looking over me in the real world? You did it because you were my dad, you had to be. And now… You’re gone.
Whilst picking the Reaper up out of the sand it began to change drastically and quickly. Watching as it warped, twisted and contorted my dad had left me the best present an idiot like me could ask for. Quite long and bulky it was some kind of four barrel sleek black gun. Decorated in skulls and chains it looked fucking awesome.
Before I could even admire my new toy a group of five people quickly surrounded me on the tops of several dunes. These men had to be the angels Azazel mentioned. All of them were dressed in white and gold armour. They looked like magnificent knights with huge white wings sprouting our their backs. Funny enough none of them had a halo.
Only one stood out more than the others I guess as he wore no golden helm. He had a pasty face, long silky white hair and bright blue eyes. Not much older than me he stepped forward pressing some kind of device on his arm. Within seconds some kind of rays began to scan me, red in colour.
“No name, no information, no sins, yet here you are in Limbo. This is most concerning. You do not appear in any database and Gods database is absolute.” Said the pasty faced angel in a soft girly voice.
“Sorry but I am in no mood to be talked down to by a guy who sounds like a fucking girl and looks like a pigeon dressed in armour.” I began to walk away recalling that Azazel told me to run.
Luckily for me that the girly boy angel paid me little attention yet he spoke once more.
“We were following a demon weapon that had escaped the confines of Heaven. The signal was here just moments ago but the scythe is not here. You are here though. A mortal cannot wield a demon weapon so it would be strange for you to have it, not that I see it on your person. Still I would like to take you in for questioning before being destroyed. Nat, grab him. Put him under Angelic arrest.”
This fucker thought he was going to lock me up and destroy me? No fucking chance!
Chapter thirteen: Sorry Azazel
Angel Nat flew towards me, nothing compared to the speeds elder Az exerted as I couldn’t even see that bastard until he smashed me in the face. His glorious white wings flapping through the air he drew a long slender white metal blade with a fancy gold handle. Landing next to me he used his other hands to pull out a pair of weird handcuffs, I say weird because they were made from golden beams.
“You are now to be detained…”
“Go fuck yourself!” I said calmly as I painted the Reaper gun at his head and pulled the trigger.
Oh what a rush! His head went pop within moments, the rest of his body dropping to the sands. I laughed so hard yet cried on the inside. Elder Azazel you are amazing for giving me this. Still the angel Nat wasn’t dead even with his head shot off. Angels couldn’t die at all. Once defeated there body began to break down into balls of light before shooting off back to heaven where they would recuperate and regenerate. Think elder Az said that it took a few days. Still one pigeon was down, only three soldiers remained and the homo captain.
All four barrels of the gun were smoking. So awesome yet I had the shock of my life when it spoke to me, I mean what the actual fuck, my gun was speaking to me.
“Nice wake up kid. You know how about a little hello before you go pulling on pieces of my being.” Said the gun even though it had no mouth.
“What the fuck! How can you speak?”
“Shut up kid or they will hear! Only you can hear me, you are now my owner. If you must speak with me then do so in your damn head… eh not much goes on in that head of yours does it. Azazel was right, you are a retard.”
“Hey screw you… But you look so cool.”
I was stood in the middle of Limbo having a fucking argument with a gun.
Nat had disappeared into little balls of light, removed from the battlefield leaving the other angels on edge. With no information on me they didn’t know what course of action to take, not to mention I must have looked clinically insane as I stood in the desert yelling at the weapon that blew Nat’s head off.
“Listen Kid my name is Reaper, I am yours now. Passed down from one of the greatest demon kings you will ever know. Let us deal with these angels first. You can take them all, the homo as you call him maybe a little difficult.”
So he was called Reaper.
“How can you even speak? I never heard you say a word when I elder Az let me use you or when you were with elder Azazel.”
“That’s because I’m linked telepathically. Do you see a mouth? Stupid retard! Listen here kid you need to understand how I work… Oi what the…” Why the hell would I listen to a gun? Too late anyways I pulled the trigger a second time as another angel flew at me.
This angel had the balls to dodge barely, clipped his right wing with one of the rounds before then driving my blade through his chest. Completely exhilarating it was to be in battle. Nothing compared to this feeling, would have been better if some noisy bastard wasn’t rummaging around my skull yelling at me.
“Listen kid you can’t keep firing off shots whenever you like. They tax a huge amount of your soul energy. Listen to me you little bastard!”
I tried to hold my fingers in my ears but still it didn’t block out his damn noise, I guessed it was a he as he sounded male.
“Fine you’re going to give me a fucking headache. Say what you have to say, I am in battle after all.”
“Ugh why did Azazel give me to a little rat like you? He is just like you he said. Bastard lied. You’re infuriating. Well before you die and I get arrested and scraped its best we work together and get out of this mess. Each shot uses one half of your energy, each shot thereafter will half it again and so on, this means the bullets will be weaker until eventually you are drained completely and the bullets drop out the end onto the floor. They are made from your soul energy. At best only fire me once or twice per battle.”
“What is the point of firing a gun once or twice? You’re just a two squirt gun that then turns into a nagging lump of whatever the fuck you’re made from.” I yelled once more at the gun as another Angel flew at me.
“Tell me to transform now!” Yelled Reaper and so I did as a huge dome shot up around me, made from rock I presumed.
So this angel was using an ability, rock if I was correct. Tapping on the dome surrounding me it seemed pretty solid and I couldn’t even see as no light could get in. I could hear two Angels outside the rock shell talking, couldn’t hear exactly what they were on about but water soon started to fill inside as my legs began to get wet, they were planning to drown me.
“Swing me retard!” Reaper shouted.
Not even in the mood to argue with this asshole weapon anymore I swung him like my blade, wait a moment where was my blade?
Rock shell exploding I dashed forth slicing through the two angels, cutting them both in half. Only then was I able to see what Reaper had done. He had merged with my blade creating some gigantic sword like weapon. This sure did make cleaning up these angels easy. Sword now longer than me it was light to wield, jet black in colour, covered in skulls and chains.
All that was left now was the homo angel captain.
“So are you going to fight me now as well?” I said smugly towards him but he did reply.
“I do not indulge in violence with sinners like you.”
“Ah so your basically a chicken not a pigeon.” I chuckled but then some knob head began ringing in my head again.
“Run you dumbass! He has called for support. A whole legion will be here soon! He is buying time”
“What’s a legion? We can take em can’t we?” I said softly.
“A legion is three thousand men or women, even vanguards. He doesn’t look high ranked so it will most likely be a small regiment from a legion, still that will be a good several hundred people. If by some miracle you did defeat them they would definitely send Vanguards down or even an Archangel if you managed to pi
ss them off that much.” Reaper stopped speaking as the skies of Limbo began to fill with incoming bright gold beams.
It looked like a firework display they were that many of them, now it was time to run but how was I meant to escape several hundred incoming angels. Ugh this wasn’t going to be easy but as I turned to leg it that homo bastard was already giving chance. Didn’t want to fight me before but would gladly do so now that you have several hundred backing you. Pathetic prick.
Chapter fourteen: Flee Limbo
Homo angel was not for letting me escape no matter how fast I ran, he was faster and barely breaking a sweat. Kind of unfair since he had great big fucking wings, how was I meant to compete with that? I knew the shores of Limbo were not too far away and that a ship would be waiting for me to arrive but was I even going to make it there.
Every step I took forward this cunt was forcing me two steps back as he shot bright golden arrows at me from his angelic feathery bow. Reaper told me that if I was to be hit by one it was likely to contain poison or something nasty. This made dodging them or slicing through them with Reaper that much more crucial.
“Reaper, can you tell how much soul energy I have left?”
“No, not really Azazel. If you are planning to use another buckshot it would most likely drain you. You have been swatting away this assholes arrows for some time now so you’re growing more fatigued. Those beams are getting closer too. We are lucky they are taking time to get here, it must be because they are locked on to that guys tracking device on his arm.”
“I am going to try something so just roll with it. Transform back to the Reaper gun.”
No sooner than I said transform my blade was back and so was the gun.
Homo angel became weary once he saw the gun as he started to fly a little more cautiously. That’s what I wanted you prick. Now I could advance a little more forward. Still he took shots at my head with those pretty boy arrows. Damn I’m so glad I never got into Heaven.
If Reaper used my soul to fuel its rounds before firing then maybe I could merge my demon ability and use less energy. I had practised this certain technique on a group of Snagler’s before, sure I didn’t have a gun back then and had to fire shots off with the blade but with a gun it would just make the technique easier.
All I needed to do was charge up electric in my body, done that. Transfer the electric to the gun, done that which made the gun look even more epic. Now all that was left to do was fire. Pulling the trigger and aiming at the angel in the sky four rounds of electric beams shot off, every single one of them missing as the angel rolled out of the way.
Leaving me quite exhausted shooting that off I was ready to initiate phase two. Just like that time with the worm I called this controlled electricity. Normally I use to shoot huge beams into the sky and then hold them there. This was when I noticed that even after the electric left my body it could be controlled. Homo angel didn’t realise that the four balls of lightning were dancing behind him. Now it was time to crucify the bitch!
Using my empty hand that once held my blade I beckoned the beams of electricity back to me making them pierce clean through the angel.
“Transform!” I yelled as Reaper once more merged with my blade.
Blade in hand I jumped high into the air, higher than any normal person could before slicing clean through the angel.
I had done it. Defeated a shitty captain of some crappy angel squad and as he began to dissipate into tiny specs of light the many golden beams began to halt their progress. Reaper told me that without a signal to latch on to they wouldn’t be able to connect for several minutes. Still this meant I ran seeing as I was literally out of energy. No energy meant easy death.
Racing across Limbo It took a while before I could finally see what was known as the shores of Limbo. Behind me hundreds of beams began to rain down where I was once were, angels after my head. Like fuck they were taking me, I didn’t even kill any of them, which pissed me off. Looking forward and concentrating on nothing else as Angels began to follow my tracks the shores of Limbo were a wondrous sight to behold yet deadly at the same time. The sands of Limbo were basically flying off the edge into nothingness, well into the darkness below. Just like elder Azazel promised though, there was indeed a ship waiting. Hooked deep into the sands with gigantic steel rods it was floating somewhat in the sky, although I wasn’t surprised.
Half wood the rest of it was like a blimp. It was technically an airship with a vintage wooden ship deck and hull underneath. My jaw dropped when I saw how awesome it looked although what was on deck didn’t look to awesome. Manned quite literally by the dead as ghosts were manning rigging and swabbing the deck.
Still it was my one lifeline to getting away from the angels that were only several hundred meters behind me. Out of breath with sides hurting I pushed on until I arrived at one of the massive steel rods planted deep into the sand. Clambering up it I began to run across the black rope that attached the rod to the ship, being careful not to lose balance as underneath me was nothing, quite literally nothing. The sand below that seemed to slip of an edgeless map disappeared into emptiness.
Hopping the wooden rails of the ship I keeled over breathless, Ash coin in hand.
“Where is Kharon? Azazel told me to give this coin to him for safe passage to get into Hell.” I screamed as loud as I could.
“I am Kharon.” Said a voice that came from below the ships wooden steps.
All of the ghosts began to stand to attention and stop what they were doing, saluting as step by step a figure began to appear from beneath the ship, a fancy stairway carved into the middle of the huge airship.
“You speak Azazel’s name as if you knew him. If you have but one single coin at hand we shall ferry you into Hell.” Said the cloaked figure.
I almost crapped myself looking at this monster. Clearly he was once human but not anymore he was literally bones. A towering eight foot high skeleton dressed in a thick black cloak. This fucker looked more like a grim reaper than a ferryman.
“I need to get out of here quickly, hundreds of angels are right behind me, here take the coin.” I threw the coin at the skeleton figure who caught it and began to bite down on it.
“Tis real. Lads prepare to disembark, man the cannons and shoot anything bigger than a fucking budgie. We will get you to Hell lad, this ship is practically angel proof. Go ahead and admire your new destination because where you’re going is nothing short of paradise.” Kharon tossed the ash coin onto the deck which I now noticed was filled with coins.
Shortly after I arrived the rods anchoring the ship to the shores of Limbo were ripped out as Angels began to appear. Hundreds of them. As they appeared huge cannon turrets began to rise from the deck of the ship, giant rail guns blazing bullets through the air. The ship must have had thirty or so ghosts manning huge cannons but they shot the fuck out the angels, enough to make them retreat. Kharon told me they were nothing but lousy grunts chasing there next promotion, basically the lowest form of angel.
Finally I was free, free of Limbo and on my way to Hell. Time to see my new destination as I approached the front of the airship, the airship beginning to descend slowly through the shroud of blackness. Minutes passed by before we passed through the abyss and there it was in all its glory, the first floor of Hell.
Oh I was going to have so much fun down there but for now my only thoughts were of elder Az. He was dead and now I had time to mourn.
Chapter fifteen: Raphael
Whilst Reaper hurtled down towards Limbo with angels in hot pursuit elder Azazel was trapped within a somewhat comfortable cell. Inside the largest and toughest angelic prison situated on floor nine of Heaven elder Azazel is sat within, resting on the edge of a red quilted single bed. The room made of special materials combined with demon proof curse marks made it unbreakable for anyone including angels
Several hundred thousand prisoners are within the sprawling mass of cells, each person with their own individual cell. ‘Devinition’ is what the
angels called the prison. It was one of seven and each prison was the size of a city.
Inside the maximum security prison it was designed in order of sinners. The more hardened sinners were placed on death row like elder Azazel who had for some reason voluntarily given himself up several months ago. Being destructive in Hell earned you sin reputation, this worked like a bounty. Gods eye was one of the only things to judge sins.
Basically put elder Azazel had a total worth of nine billion angelic coins, this was the total worth of his sins and reflected his strength as a floor ten demon king although his wasn’t the highest. Still anything over three hundred million angelic coins got you a one way ticket onto death row. In rare circumstances an archangel or even one of the many gods could offer the prisoners a lifeline, if they deemed it beneficial they could offer you to work for them. People that accepted these requests were dubbed dark angels. Heaven had a sin system but there were just as many dark angels as angels so Hell developed a system too. They placed ash currency on their heads.
Nothing but a glass wall to look out into the endless streets of cells Azazel began to reflect on events. He knew that Reaper by now should have found its way to younger Azazel.
“I really do detest this feeling; the feeling like my body is crawling with worms. Damn angel string. Reaper, I really hope you didn’t attract too much attention escaping. If angels go after younger Azazel it will be really troublesome.”
