March 30, 2007

  • From Hell to Hell: Chapters 13-14

    allthewaytohell

    Well, these actually have been done for awhile, but I wanted to wait until I at least started chapter 16 before handing these out. Whatever. Your next installments of From Hell to Hell are here! Rejoice those that apparently don't comment and tell me what they think!!!!

    yes I'm that much of a comment whore....

     


    Chapter 13: Sara's Chapter

    “Kaggren, for the last time, I am not going to just hand him over. End of discussion.”

    Through the mirror, Kaggren glared at his nemesis. “You only took him to start a war,” he stated, leaning forward on his throne. “You’re playing with fire.”

    Michael smiled. “Of course I am. He is, after all, a fire angel.”

    “That isn’t what I meant, and you know it.” Kaggren seemed to be on his last nerve. His eyes glinted dangerously, but Michael wasn’t concerned in the least.

    The angel yawned. “He’s a valuable weapon.”

    “So you keep saying. He means more to us than to you, though.” It was Vlad, this time, who had spoken up. He glared darkly at Michael. “Do you have him locked up somewhere?”

    “Quite the contrary,” Michael replied with a grin. “He’s in his room, resting. Mating has always taken so much energy from the boy. Though, from Ivan’s responses, it was well worth the effort.”

    The arch angel closed the connection before Vlad could fully comprehend what had been said.

    - -

    Sunlight poured into the room, giving life to the specks of dust dancing around the atmosphere.Ivan sat on the bed, watching his companion. He sighed heavily, running his fingers through his hair. He hadn’t made a mistake last night, per say. Though, was falling really worth it?

    Azazel opened an eye and peered up at him. “What are you looking at?” he asked, groggily.

    Definitely worth it.

    “You,” Ivan replied. “Do you mind?”

    The other fallen smiled slightly and pushed him self into sitting position. “It depends on why you’re staring at me.”

    Ivan shrugged. “Because I can. How are you feeling?”

    Azazel looked confused at first. As realization slowly sank in, however, his eyes grew wide. “Oh.. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what happened, what came over me!”

    Ivan pulled Azazel into a tight hug. “No regrets,” he whispered. “None at all.”

    “I took your-”

    “I gave it freely. Now, if we’re done with this guilt trip, I’m rather hungry.”

    Azazel watched him closely as Ivan stood up. “What are you planning?”

    “I’m hurt, Azazel. To think I would be up to something!”

    “You don’t live by trusting others.”

    Ivan snorted. “Or, maybe you do. I gave you my soul. The least you could do is give me your trust.”

    Azazel’s eyes narrowed slightly. It was then Ivan realized how hard it would be to have a strong, lasting relationship with the fallen. “Did you trust Vlad?” he asked, returning the glare.

    There was the look again. “Who?” Azazel asked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

    Ivan sighed. “Never mind. Are you coming with me to breakfast, dear?”

    Azazel was already out of the bed, however, and had slipped his robes on. “Don’t call me ‘dear’,” he replied, gliding past Ivan. “It isn’t something a corrupt should say.”

    “What would you rather me call you, then?”

    Azazel grinned, sinister and feral. “I own you, Ivan. Remember that.”

    When the door closed, Ivan slammed his fist into the wood. “You don’t own me!” he shouted. “I’m a free person!”

    If the denial hadn’t been so strong, Ivan would have heard the “If you say so”, followed by melodic laughter.

    - -

    Azazel breezed into the office as if it were his own. “Michael,” he greeted coldly.

    The older angel stood from his chair. He noted Azazel’s new wings with more than an air of concern. “Azazel, when did you…”

    Azazel smiled. “Last night.” He leaned over Michael’s desk. “Why? Jealous?”

    Michael frowned deeply. “You’re rather cocky today, aren’t you.”

    Azazel shrugged. “I don’t see why I shouldn’t be. After all, I am dragging your soldiers out from under you, one pathetic fool at a time.”


    Chapter 14: Crystal's (my) Chapter

    Darkness. The only thing that would be able to comfort him now was all around him, shifting degrees of its state, but always there, hiding him from the planes and enabling him to think all of this through. After hearing about Ivan and Azazel, he just needed to escape and melted into the shadows, to figure all of this out. Azazel would never do that to him, and he didn't trust Ivan enough not to try anything. But no one else knew that when Azazel wanted something, he could get it, or get away from it. He was stronger then he let on, something that very few knew about him.

    So that meant...no. It didn't make sense to him. Why would Azazel consent to something like that? Nothing seemed to add up, unless they did something to Azazel, which wasn't that far off of a possibility. God help whoever did that to him. First they took him, and now, they apparently messed with his mind enough to screw around with Ivan. That fact killed him the most, that of all likelihoods, he was forgotten.

    Wrapping his wings around himself, Vlad allowed himself to float in the darkness, alone in the planes like he once was, but now knowing the loss of once having companionship.

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    Kaggren held his face in his hands and exhaled. This was not playing into his hands very well. His armies were gathered and restless, numbering well above what they once were since he held three Houses. But this still wasn't putting his mind at ease. Michael was being rather confident, which meant the Arch Angel had a plan, and he had a feeling that attacking would put him in a position that would hinder his attempts at getting Azazel back.

    Even then, he still wanted to know exactly why Azazel was wanted back in Heaven, especially after Michael threw him out. Did he know just how shattered and dangerous Azazel really was? Sometimes, he worried for Vlad's safety with the other Fallen, but when he seen Azazel's eyes, full of trust and comfort anytime he glanced at Vlad, he knew that his right hand man was fine.

    Love. Something that he was even hesitant to think about. However, that led him to another thought. Nimora. She would help him, perhaps. Maybe a few millenia of a cool down would be enough. After all, he had a feeling that she still didn't forgive him for their daughter's creation.

    Opening up a communications circle, he looked into the face of the woman he hadn't seen in so many years.

    “High Dragon Nimora.”

    “Kaggren.”

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    “Yasuo,” Scorn yelled, trying to catch up with the other Fallen. “Yasuo! We can't find Vlad anywhere...”

    “You act as if I would know his whereabouts,” the Fallen replied coldly to the much younger Fallen of the Flame. “I haven't seen very much of him since the one that is missing came here.”

    “Jealous?”

    “Why do you want to know where he's at,” Yasuo growled, icy green eyes glaring into brighter green ones. “As I said, I haven't seen much of him at all.”

    “Kaggren wanted to know,” Scorn replied, turning away, shaggy red/orange hair following the movement. “Just following orders.”

    Watching the young one walk away, Yasuo sighed. He knew exactly where Vlad was, he was his best friend for a long time after all. He just never knew that he was falling for him until it was too late, and even now he couldn't forgive himself for his own ignorance. He was able to not allow his jealousy get in the way of his friendship, or at least tried very hard not to let it. There was no use to fight the way the cards fell, just pick them up and get over it.

    Vlad most likely went into his hiding place in the shadows. It was something that he did from way back in the days where they all lived in Heaven's embrace. When something went wrong or he just needed to get away from everything to think, he would go to his own little 'shadow world' and not allow himself to be found. Yasuo knew how to get there, and most likely how to coax him out, but he didn't feel that it was time yet. From what came down the grape vine, Vlad got quite a shock to his system, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for his old friend.

    Heaven's still full of contradictions, he thought to himself. And if what I heard is true, Azazel is going to be bringing back another Fallen for our ranks.

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    Azazel was feeling better then he had the whole time that he was in Heaven, finally feeling like he had gained some sort of ground against Michael. Ivan was his, the others soul absorbed into his and hell, he even could boast he had the idiots heart. Things were finally going his way. So he could go back to Hell and...and who/whatever made his sadistic little mind happy.

    Shutting the door to his room, he let out a happy sigh. It felt good to be somewhat in control of his destiny again, even if it was an illusion. He had a sinking feeling that Michael wasn't to surprised at Ivan, which meant that he knew that one point or another, the Angel of Wind would Fall. That fact saddened him a little, but not too much. He may have found something in Hell that could have made him at peace, like he had.

    Looking around, he noted that Ivan wasn't in the room, but could tell he was nearby. How, he wasn't so sure, he just sort of knew. A perk of having someone's soul? He didn't know. He was just happy that his darker side was pleased and his lighter side was smiling with satisfaction. Both content at his actions, instead of fighting one another for the moment. Must have been the wings. Yah. He'd blame it on the wings.

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    “You've been in there long enough,” Yasuo said, forcing light to spread into Vlad's shadowed world. “Sulking isn't doing anything for you.”

    “Leave me be,” Vlad hissed, covering his eyes. “I'm not ready to face it out there yet.”

    “Look, if what I heard is true, you got to get over it,” Yasuo replied. “Now come on. You're not going to get any answers just hanging out in there. It's been three days, Vlad. Hell, even Kaggren's getting worried.”

    “That bastard's always worried about something,” Vlad grumbled, stepping out of his sanctuary. “Any news?”

    “None that I've heard,” Yasuo replied.

    Vlad looked at the honey-blonde angel that stood before him, the living contradiction of color. Violet wings, green eyes, long blonde hair that was held high in a ponytail, and robes of rich navy blues and violets. He looked more like a Fallen of the Wind then of the Shadows. He could always count on Yasuo to be his guiding hand, the one to slap him across the face when he's gone too far, kick in him the ass when he didn't go far enough, and drag him out of his despair when he fell into that pit. He couldn't have asked for a better friend.

    “We've got to prepare for battle then,” Vlad said darkly. “If it's a war Michael wants, it's a war Michael gets.”

    “Is that wise, to give in,” Yasuo asked. “I say wait it out a few more days. Wouldn't you want Michael in a panic that you wouldn't war with him to get Azazel back?”

    “Always the strategist.”

    “Always the stubborn asshole.”

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    Ivan was in bliss. Complete and utter bliss. Curling up next to Azazel, he felt that he'd never tire of the other's form around him, nor the fact that he was his. It was taking awhile to realize that yes, in fact, he had little will of his own now, and he was going to Hell when this whole thing was said and done. But that didn't matter in moments of tranquility like this. All that mattered was that he was comfortable and he was with the one that he looked at for so long.

    “You need to stop holding back,” Azazel murmured, nuzzling Ivan's hair. “I want Heaven to know how loud you can be.”

    “Azazel,” Ivan whined. “But that would mean getting caught.”

    “Afraid some might enjoy the show?”

    “Azazel!”

    “You're too easy to tease,” Azazel chuckled. “Little prude.”

    Blushing, Ivan turned away, rolling over to the other side.

    “You act like that's going to hurt me.”

    “Shut up.”

    Curling around him, Azazel let an arm drape over Ivan's stomach and the other one pull him against his chest. Curling a wing over them, Azazel nuzzled Ivan's hair again, taking in a deep breath. “I was only teasing.”

    “I know,” Ivan yawned.

    Smiling, Azazel watched as Ivan drifted off to sleep, but something in the back of his mind screaming that this was wrong, and he should have someone else lying in his arms.