Writing Fallen Angel [M]

[Sir Gawain]

Was this the end? Darkness couldn't be the answer. But then, what was the answer? He had been, alive? So many questions, so few answers. But it wasn't the end. He may not be alive, but he existed. Yes, that was it. Existence. And Lucifer was threatening it.
Lucifer! The Devil was his goal! As this realization came to him, a strange dark power flowed through him. Only he could channel it. "Am I an angel?" he asked himself. If he was an angel, then why was he focusing all of this dark power?
"Demonic angel," he muttered to no one. Then smiled. As his energy and physical being became one, his form twisted horribly to show his black feathered wings, armor of the bloodiest hue, and his sword. The Fallen Angel.
He landed softly about five thousand human miles away from the flaming gates. As the Fallen Angel hummed softly with the demonic energy within it, he smiled. Hell would fall before his onslaught. And the true Holy One would remake it for the good of the world. His powers were just a means.

This is the story of an anonymous man who died and became an angel. He was chosen to lead the batle against Hell and was so given the very demonic enrgies that he would battle with his Holy sword, the Fallen Angel. I'll be posting one bit of this story every week.

As he walked slowly down the brimstone landscape, twenty axe wielding demons sprang forth to greet him. He smiled and drew the Fallen Angel form its sheath.
Five of the demons charged him at once. As the first swung down on him, he blocked, rolled to his right, and stabbed straight through its chest. The creature turned to make another swing and he jumped backwards onto the shoulders of another demon.
He plunged the Fallen Angel down its throat and black blood spewed everywhere. As the other demons decided to join the fight, the man also decided that it was time to end the battle. He tapped his inner demonic energy and released a shockwave from his body of pure evil.
The demons reeled from the attack and several were blown into a dark smoke. Those that were left tried to escape back to the pits from which they came.
"No one escapes justice" he said, and shouted as he raised his hand to steal the life from the pitiful specimens. They fell at this onslaught, and the Fallen Angel was imbued with its new power and his new form, Blood Angel.

More on the Blood Angel sword next week. I'm open to comments about the story.

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Chapter 3 Transform


He walked slowly again, carrying the newfound power within the sword. No mortal would have been able to touch the blade and live. But he wasn't alive. Being in Hell, he was constantly attacked by demons. Yet they always died. The man continued walking slowly for nigh on a year killing demons. Then he found a challenge.
A great fiery creature leaped out from below him. Caught off guard by the demon's sudden appearence, he had no time to prepare himself. The flame brandished a double blade and twirled it around its head. The man unsheathed Fallen Angel and charged.
But the demon attacked first. It plunged the blade deep into the ground and caused a massive explosion of fire to ripple in all directions. He was thrown back, and the creature rushed him. Only his armor saved him from death.
This continued for some time, the demon attacking, and the angel unable to fight back. He was panting with a large hole through his leg and remembered the Fallen Angel. He tried to tap into its power. Suddenly, his armor charred and turned black, while his black feathers fell away to show large wings made of blood.
The hole in his leg swelled with blood, hardened, then became skin again. The demon stopped his rampage long enough to see what was happening to his opponent. "Big mistake," he said. The fire became fearfull, and shrank as the angel lifted its crimson, dripping wings above him. Before it knew what was happening, one of the wings was shoved down its throat.
The man laughed, and ripped the poor demon's spine out of its body through its mouth. The creature landed on its side, eyes wide in shock.

Chapter 4: Reaper