December 29, 2006
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Angel of Oblivion: Chapter Two!!
Hi! Hope everyone has a good New Year! Here's chapter two for AOBII. Not sure how many people like it or hate it, but oh well. I guess that's why Xanga has the footprint thing there. Thanks for taking the time to check me out, people who do! I really appreciate it. Of course, feedback would be nice, but exposure is what counts, not the number of people that tell you what they think! :3
Angel of Oblivion II: Chapter TwoSenna entered the castle once more, Vlad with Bakuhatsu on his shoulder right behind her. She tried not to notice them, or at least the Fallen Angel that persisted that he was sent to guard her against something. She didn't know a thing of what he talked about when she Summoned him, about being a Halfling and Hell in turmoil, and about Namoki. She shook her head and dismissed those thoughts. Whatever the reason, she was stuck with him with no way to send him back.
Vlad on the other hand, was enveloped in his own worries. Senna didn't remember anything of her previous life, just as Namoki had warned him. But he didn't believe that to be all truth, that somehow, he could trigger the old memories and let her take care of this uprising in Hell with her influence and Dragons. Even the Fallen of Shadow would follow her to the ends of the planes of Heaven, Hell, and Mortal. Even Oblivion since she was, in lamest terms, their 'princess' if she could even be called that. Then, Bakuhatsu, sent by Namor, couldn't even help him since he couldn't speak at all because of a reason unknown to him. This was bad from all angles and he had no way to even begin to try to fix anything.
“You! How dare you accept another being into this castle! From what I know, you have no right to do anything like that!”
All three of them looked behind them, and standing there in all his pampered spoiled glory, stood Dalal. Vlad eyed the boy, and figured that he didn't like Senna nor his presence in this area of the castle. He snorted in response, wanting nothing to do with this young idiot. He had watched him for years, and decided that he didn't like this boy, treating Senna like dirt every time he saw her, how he picked on her as a child and how hard he made her mother work just because she did something he didn't directly approve of. Well, it was time for the Fallen Angel to say a few things that he felt this child needed. Badly.
“Dalal, not right now,” Senna groaned, beating Vlad in voicing her opinion first and holding her head.
“No,” Dalal yelled, passing Vlad and coming right up to Senna's face. “You act like you run this place. You're nothing but a measly little slave that just happens to rake in some cash every once in awhile by exploiting a mythical being to fight for no reason. You're lower then low.”
“You're even lower,” Vlad replied, picking Dalal up by his shirt collar and brining the boy face to face with him. “You have done nothing but exploit other's weaknesses and take the credit for other's hard work as your own. That and you insulted my charge. As a Guardian, I can't have that since I can help it now. I have always been here, and now, you can see me.” He smirked, as if seeing something that none of the others could see. In fact, he could. The boy's Guardian Angel stood behind Dalal, arms folded and white robes flowing around his body. Green eyes filled with loathing and scowl planted on a prefect face made Vlad feel that much more superior. “It looks as if your Guardian has been slacking in the morals department. It's sad when a Fallen takes better care of their charge then one from Heaven.”
“You can't be a Fallen Angel,” Dalal exclaimed. “They're all confined to Hell!”
“Looks like there are loopholes now, doesn't it,” Vlad smiled, dropping him onto the cold floor. “Get out of my sight. I don't feel like dealing with you or your incompetent Guardian.”
Dalal got up and ran, where, the trio didn't know nor cared. As long as he was gone.
“You really are a Fallen Angel,” Senna said, looking at him with fearful eyes.
“Your Guardian sent by your father,” Vlad replied. “I told you when you Summoned me.”
Senna didn't say anything to him, and turned away. She whistled a short high pitched whistle, and Bakuhatsu was on her shoulder in a flash. She felt a little safer with the Dragon on her shoulder. She didn't believe that Vlad was a Fallen, since she was told that those Angels that were sent to Hell were out for souls and nothing more. He protected her, and didn't even steal Dalal's soul. He was just an Angel with black wings, and she left her musings at that.
Vlad sighed as he followed Senna to wherever she wanted to go. He had to somehow make her understand the dire situation. Guardians were never to appear before their charges unless it was important, that was why he made himself known and tapped into the power the ancient Summoners left behind. Yes, she was supposed to reach the next color that time, the Gray Dragon. Hell, even skipping the Wyvern at that. But this was more important then her status here. If things kept escalating down in Hell like they were, Heaven and the Mortal plane would be in danger again. That also meant that Senna would be as well.
Senna led the way back to her quarters, or her closet as she called it. But she didn't have to share it, unlike most slaves, so she considered herself lucky that she could have something that was truly her own and not someone else's. She waited for Vlad to enter before closing her door and then plopping down into the pile of hay. Bakuhatsu had perched on the small window sill, observing the two figures.
“Is this where you stay,” Vlad asked, not hiding that he was clearly disgusted with her living arrangements.
“Yah,” Senna replied. “I get it all to myself. I don't have to share with anyone. If you can believe it, they usually make five people sleep in these rooms! The only reason I get my own is because of my 'gift'.”
“If only you didn't try to kill Namor,” Vlad sighed. “Then you'd be in Heaven, training for your role.”
“Who's that,” Senna asked. “You keep throwing these names around and I have no idea what is going on!”
“I cannot tell you now,” Vlad sighed, leaning up against the door. Looking at her hurt look, he knew that this mission was going to be the hardest he had in a long time. “It's just the way things are right now. If acceptable, you'll remember on your own. If not, then you'll just go on with life. The powers higher then yourself may even want to erase this if it puts your punishment in danger. But lets not worry about that right now. It's unnerving me just thinking about it.”
Senna did just that. She didn't like the sad tone Vlad took as he furthered his explanation. For some reason, it pained her to see the Fallen look so far away and sad. “I see... Well, either way, thanks for dealing with Dalal. I think you scared him enough.”
“I hope I did,” Vlad smiled wickedly. “I even got to insult an Angel while I was at it. It was his fault for not doing his job right. But I guess that's what the young ones are doing now days. Letting Fate take the fall for everything.”
“Young ones,” Senna said, tilting her head to the side. “I thought all you Angels were the same.”
Vlad shrugged. “Some of them were created after the Fall to replenish Heaven's defenses. But apparently, they seem to have trouble in training them right.”
“And you were,” she asked. “Because if you were, why are you a Fallen now?”
Damn this kid is sharp, Vlad thought to himself, looking at her with a stunned face. He wasn't expecting her to be so perceptive, especially being reduced to a mere mortal like she had become. Even though she was a gifted mortal, he didn't expect her to catch on so quickly. From his point of view, mortals were just down right stupid.
“It's a little different now,” Vlad explained. “They don't have as may experienced Angels anymore. A third of us Fell, so that left Heaven to create more in a hurry. However, in that hurry, it seems they neglected some of that training.”
“Like what,” she asked, tilting her head to the side.
“You're just a well of questions aren't you,” Vlad replied dryly.
“I have to be,” she responded. “There's nothing else here to keep my attention long enough.”
Having a look around the small quarters again, he could see why. Bakuhatsu had yet to leave his perch, and stared at them with his golden eyes, tail twitching in his boredom. That was another mystery that made Vlad think something was wrong. He was surely the Dragon sent by Nimora, so why couldn't he communicate like the other ones? Something must have happened. So that meant this was going bad right from the start of the whole thing, not just this uprising in Hell. This was bad. Very bad.
“What's wrong with the Dragon,” Vlad asked, looking at the Wyvern. “He's rather quiet.”
“He's a mute,” Senna replied, raising her arm. On command, the Dragon left his perch, and glided down to her arm. Curling around her neck, he glared at Vlad, like he was scorning the Fallen for making fun of him. “It's a curse, or so Singe told me.”
“Who's Singe,” Vlad asked. At least she had contact with him. That was a good sign in all these bad ones.
“The Highest Navy Blue, or so he told me,” she replied.
“He didn't lie,” Vlad smiled. “He really is the High Navy Blue, and it's very good you had contact with him. This may help my mission in more ways then one.”
A million questions poured through her mind as Senna looked at Vlad, wondering what was going on. All she wanted to do was cause some trouble for Dalal and his family. Her usual routine that rarely got interrupted, but this was much more then an interruption. She felt like this was somehow predestined, like there was no avoiding it. She didn't like what was happening though. There was something wrong, like a wrong tuned note in an orchestra. This wasn't sitting well with her, but she could tell that the other two in the room felt remotely the same way.
-Flash to Hell, because I still haven't found a kick butt separator-
Kaggren sat on his throne, scowl on his face, as he looked out one of the large windows. Chin resting in his palm, elbow resting on the arm of his chair, he looked out at Hell, fires sprouting from the depths and beasts flying in the air. Something was wrong. The air had a chill, one that was unnatural. But Vicious, the Former Leader of the Fallen Angels of Ice, was destroyed. His soul and all remains brought down by Senna in the uprising he tried to force upon them all. Sighing, he wished that Raven, his old friend and councilor, wasn't dead as well. Senna killed so many that day, if she didn't, though, it was said that Oblivion wouldn't be what it was meant to become. What that was, it was another mystery to him.,
Noel, the new Leader of the Fallen Angels of Ice, was somewhat more peaceful, but that didn't mean a thing. Kaggren would never trust those of the Ice's decent ever again, not after what they did to his only daughter. Growling again, he narrowed his eyes at the territory that was his unofficial enemy's, wondering what they had up their sleeve this time, because he knew Noel. He was Vicious' little underling until he grown too powerful and was cast aside. Always bitter, he knew the little one would try to do something to equal his former idol's.
But he was stuck again, because this peace that had settled after Senna's little killing spree had lasted so long among the all the sides. He really didn't want to ruin it, yet. Knowing that he would have to one of these days, he sighed. This time, it wouldn't be a little uprising. This time, he feared, it was going to turn into a full blown war.
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