Merciless Angel- Non Twilight Related Story
Merciless Angel
Fury and vengeance lurked deep in his emerald eyes; piercing into they soul of whoever looked at him. It was his guard against ever letting anyone come in. He acted like he didn't care—that the world meant nothing to him—but I could see the agony and yearning behind the barrier. He would never admit these emotions of weakness though. Because to him showing weakness was worse than death. Live to kill, Kill to live, and love only to suffer, was his personal motto. He said he would never love anyone or anything, because there was nothing left of a soul in his body. But I didn’t believe him for a second. Angels were created to love...and he was an angel...a merciless Angel.
Please note that I started this story a long time ago, and my writing has improved a lot
Preface-
Hunger. Thirst. Lust. Pain. All unavoidable things. Things that no matter what you do; they come back. Always in the back of your mind like bees--stinging your brain over and over again until you kill them. But some things don’t have to be unavoidable…things like death.
I could avoid death forever; but did I really want too? Did I want to walk this earth forever, searching for something I may never find? Did I want to fight endlessly, never loosing? This city was a clot of death, destruction, unjust behavior, and filled with monsters. Literally. Was this where I wanted to spend eternity? Did I truly want to spend eternity anywhere on this desolate earth?
The answer to all these questions is simply no. I didn't want to walk this earth forever, fighting and killing. I didn't want to stay in this empty city filled with demons. But it doesn’t matter what I want. Because I have to stay in this city and do what I was brought here to do. It’s not my choice…and it never will be. Not everything is about me of course, but the majority of things are.
Chapter 1- (Destiny's POV)
“Destiny, could you please turn your music down for one second and listen to me?” Frank commanded from beside me. I opened my eyes sighing exuberantly in the process, and paused my Ipod before turning to face him.
“What do you want Frank?” I asked, already irritated with the predictable behavior of yet another father figure.
“Don’t talk to me like you’re a pouty five year old; act your age for once.” He grumbled, his perfectly trimmed mustache twitching impatiently.
“Do you even know how old I am?” I challenged innocently. His eyes narrowed resentfully.
“You’re...” He paused, clearly stumped by the question. “...sixteen and much too young to live in Chicago by yourself.”He said a matter-of-factually.
“I’m not living by myself, I’m living with Ryan.” I told him for the fifth time. “Remember, he’s my brother. And by the way, I’m seventeen.” I stated, agitated already. Frank acted like such a know it all, yet he didn't know a thing about me. I clicked the play button on my Ipod and turned it up to block out his angered answer.
I was so sick of Frank. I had only know him for a couple of months, but it was enough of him forever. My mom had gone through many boyfriends in the last few years, and Frank was her latest. He was “stable” as she had put it. He had a retirement fund already, a steady job, and had accomplished so much. My mom thought some stability in life would be good for me.
Of course, like everything she did, she forgot to actually consider what I thought. She never took the time to think about if I even wanted a father, or wanted to meet any of her 'boy toys'. I was used to it by now, because I had met so many, but I still wasn't down with it.
I had moved so many times in the last five years from her crazes that I had actually lost count. I had traveled all over the United States and Canada, never staying anywhere for more than half a year. I never got the chance to make friends, and a boyfriend was completely out of the question.
I would go to school, and pretty much just shut up and do my work. Although sometimes I would start a few fights, disrespect the teachers, or start a fire, they couldn’t punish me because I would already be moving across the country. For the first few moves I had argued with my mom and begged her to stay, but I was accustom to it now.
Truthfully, I was always fine it just being my mom and me, but lately she had suddenly needed companionship, so I would constantly be helping get ready for dates or shopping for 'sexy clothes.' She was like a teenage girl obsessed with boys, except she wasn't actually a teen. Though she was quite young to be a mother.
Her and my dad had 'hooked up' on several occasions when they were young; one time producing my brother, and another time producing me. My mom said we were blessings, but I couldn't believe her. Her life had changed for the worst when she was fifteen, and she had been struggling ever since.
My dad left after I was a few days old, so it wasn't like I missed him. Sure, I wished my mom had someone that would balance her out, but I didn't feel the need for a male presence in my life. One bossy parent was enough.
So that's why I was moving to Chicago to live with Ryan. My mom deserved the chance to let her romance with Frank grow, and I didn't want to be an obstacle. Plus, I was sure it would be easier to live with my almost twin brother. We were the same in spirit and soul, and I was positive we would get along just fine.
Maybe this would be my new beginning. Maybe I would find the thing that would make me fight to stay there. Maybe, and maybe not. It was just a new adventure that I was ready to take on.
“Please fasten your seatbelts, we are preparing to land.” The female attendant’s voice rang over the intercom. I clicked my seatbelt in and got ready to see my newest home.
“This place is a dump.” Frank grumbled, shaking his head as the taxi drove through the cluster of cars. I couldn’t agree in the least.
In this city breathtaking city you could barely tell if it was night or day. All the lights of buildings and billboards twinkled against what part of the dark sky you could see. Throngs of people covered the sidewalks and streets. Every store I had ever heard of seemed to all be on the same street. The skyscrapers towered over all the tiny shops, and the thousands of windows reflected the bright lights.
“It’s…amazing!” I breathed as I continued to look out the window. “Look at all the lights! And the people! Their so colorful and unique!”
“Destiny, be serious! Look at all the homeless people! They cover the street like bugs. And all the prostitutes and gangs! How can anyone want to live here?” He snorted in disgust.
“How can anyone not want to live here? Think of all the cool people you could meet? And all the great parties and concerts?” I half screamed, completely blissful.
“You’re not making me feel any better Destiny. You can’t trust anyone here. Not unless you want to end up in Tokyo missing a kidney.”
“Don’t be so uptight Frank.” I rolled my eyes. I think I had finally found my favorite place in the world. I couldn’t wait to explore this giant city.
“I’m not uptight; I’m just responsible and realistic. I can’t believe your mother agreed to let you live here.” In the reflection of the window I saw him shaking his head still.
“She trusts me. She knows that I’m street smart and I can take care of myself. And she knows that Ryan will help out.” I stated in her defense.
“That boy doesn’t know the difference between drugs and candy.” Frank growled. I turned away from the window to glare at him.
“Did you just diss my brother?” I asked in awe. I loved Ryan more than anything. Ryan was my favorite person in the world, and I had missed him terribly for the last year.
“No, I just told you a fact.”
I sighed loudly and turned back to the window. I just had to get there, then Frank would be out of my life. Well, at least for a while.
“563 Greenwald Street.” The taxi driver announced as he slowed down. I scrambled out of the taxi quickly as it came to a full stop.
“This is where he lives?!!” Frank yelled in surprise. I looked up. I didn’t think it was so bad. It was rundown sure, but it was downtown, and it was better than some places I had lived as a child.
“Yup.” I replied. I opened the trunk of the taxi and grabbed my two suitcases. Frank told the taxi driver to wait for a few minutes while he got me settled in.
“He’s in 3B.” I announced as we entered the building. The inside was worse than the outside. The wallpaper was falling off, green moss piled in the corners, and it looked like it had never been dusted or cleaned. I was sure Frank wanted to say something, but he kept his lips in a tight line.
We climbed up the ancient stairs that felt like they could collapse any second if too much weight was put on them. I tried not to breath, because I was sure that the air mixed with dust and other chemical smelling substances wouldn’t be good for me.
Once we reached the third floor Frank looked like he was going to have a fit right then and there. The hallway had no visible lights, and the floorboards had huge gaps between them that looked like someone had tried to glue them together with gum. It was a comical scene, and I felt like laughing.
“Just take a deep breath.” I said calmly. Not waiting for an answer I walked forward to the door with 3B painted on it. I knocked three times. After a few seconds I heard light steps and then the door opened.
“Ryan!” I yelled. I dropped my suitcases, cringing as the floorboards shifted, and jumped into my brothers arms. His familiar smell soothed every nerve in my body. He smelt musky with a hint of mint.
“Hey baby sister. I missed you.” He whispered into my hair. I pulled back and inspected him. He was taller, probably around 6'1. His hair was shorter than I remembered, put in a spiky style. His eyes seemed a shade of blue darker, but his smile was same.
“I missed you too!” I said, and I gave him another hug.
“Nice to see you again Ryan.” Frank said politely as he stepped forward sticking his meaty hand out awkwardly.
“Always a pleasure.” Ryan said as he shook his hand.
“Nice place you have here.” Frank said sarcastically. Ryan nodded, stifling a laugh.
“Come in.” Ryan said moving to the side, his arm still around my waist. Frank looked over into the small, messy apartment and shook his head.
“Wish I could, but I have a taxi waiting downstairs. And I’m sure Destiny is sick of me.” He said quickly.
“Um…Thanks for bringing me Frank. Tell my mom I will call her tomorrow.” I said civily.
“Sure, sure. Have fun kids.” He urged. He reached out and squeezed my arm then turned back to shuffle down the dark hallway.
I turned to smile at Ryan, and he smiled back. Then he stuck out his hand and gestured to the door.
“Ladies first.”
I grinned, feeling more at home than I ever had before.
*note* All characters are mine, along with the plot and ideas
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Here is the final chapter of Merciless Angel guys! I will still write an epilouge soon, and then it will be done! Thanks so much for the support guys! And I'm sorry that the writing is not the best, but I was pressured for time. Still, enjoy, and tell me what you think!
Also, here is an awesome pic of Kale a reader sent to me! Thanks a ton!
Merciless Angel- Chapter 33 (Kale's POV)
Valiant, graceful, and demonically, they walked through the mist and looming darkness. Like reapers floating over the ground, sickles in hands, hunting us down slowly. Their eyes pierced through the air, digging into our souls like mindless knives operated by a greater power. Each step they took seemed to shake the earth angrily beneath our feet and make us even more uneasy. Endless figures followed behind the single one leading; an army of the dead the devil sent to do his dirty work.
I gripped my weapon tighter between my strong and capable fingers, raising it higher to let the blade gleam in the moonlight offensively. Behind me the others did the same, and I knew their faces were set with a hard expression of determination. We were born for this fate. We were born to tear apart the devil's army in the name of humanity. It was our most important purpose upon this earth.
As the figures neared closer I could see them more clearly. Behind the leading hooded figure there was Ryan, Caleb and Chase, and behind them at least thirty other civilian dressed soulblazers. My heart swelled with a bitter feeling of hate at the sight of Chase—absolute hatred and rage. My muscles twitched to attack him out of pure revenge for the death of my sister. My bones ached to crush him. But I could not do so yet. I had to wait.
They stopped in sync halfway across the clearing, forming perfect and even lines. The muscular figure in the front raised two pale hands slowly to pull the grey hood from it's face. As the hood fell mechanically, a face was revealed in the light—a face that I never thought I would see again. A face that had haunted my dreams for so long. A face that had caused me so much pain.
“Dad?” I chocked in a surprised and questioning voice. The face of my so called father smiled intrusively and his red eyes trained on me.
“Hello, Kale.” He mused. Several shocked breaths were inhaled behind me at this sudden controversy.
“I-I don't understand.” I stuttered. My father...he was soulblazer? He was involved with Ryan? It didn't believe it. I could believe in the evil lurking around me—I could believe in love even—but not this. “Why are you here?”
He laughed without humor. “Your question comes as a surprise to me, Kale. I thought that you would have it all figured out by now.” His gleaming white hair reflected the moonlight as he walked forward carefully and aware. “And do not call me 'dad' as a mere child would. Call me Faust, as a real man would.”
“Faust?!” I sputtered. No, no damn way. Faust—the soulblazer leader—could not be my father. There was no way. But I recognized his face from certain parts of my horrendous childhood, and I could also see the evil lurking deep in his amber eyes. I could feel the power that illuminated around him and sucked the energy from the night sky. I could see his control over all the medicore soulblazers here, and his sense of confidence and overall darkness. This was Fasut; the monster I had been hunting for so long. And my father.
“If you're Kale's dad, and mine...then...then...?” Destiny's compelling voice trailed from behind me. Fear flooded my veins. If Destiny was my sister, and Ryan my brother, I would never live. I was in love with Destiny. And I hated Ryan. That would be more than a crappy situation. I could not take it if Destiny was my sister. That would mean our love was wrong—forbidden. It would mean that I would have to let her go. It would mean that I would have to let her love someone else. And that, that I could not do. It would mean an end to me.
Faust laughed cruelly. “You are no child of mine, silly girl. Heat, love, and light burns in your veins, while Kale's burn with rage, desire to kill, and hatred as a child of mine's should. You are nothing but a mortal lied to about your heritage.” I let out a sigh of relief. That was one matter uncomplicated quickly.
“Then who is my father?” Destiny asked.
“I don't know, and I don't care. You are just another useless mortal to me. You are just a weight holding down both of my sons.” Faust snitched.
“So Ryan is my brother.” I stated. Talk about siblings that literally hated each other.
“ Ryan is your half-brother. The weaker half brother.” Faust stated. Ryan's face furrowed and he looked away hatefully. This was getting to intense. To personal.
“Look, father or not; we are proceeding with the attack. I have no connection with either of you. It will just be double points when I massacre you.” I spat. My perspective or my mission hadn't changed a bit.
“Kalevi, I'm giving you one last chance to join us.” Faust whispered. “I brought you back to work with us; not against us. Forget your past with Ryan...and your past with me. Conquer with us.”
“Brought me back?” I retorted; my focus snapped. What in the hell could he mean by that?
“You don't remember at all?” I shook my head. He chuckled. “You were my first offspring Kale, and my strongest. You inherited the greatest amount of power from me versus the rest of these soulblazers. You inherited great power. I wanted you to work beside me. I wanted you to help me own this desolate world. But you're idiot of a mother took you and ran. She tried to protect you. And she won—for a while.”
My breathing sped up involuntarily. I was starting to get goosebumps on my arms and the little hairs on the back of my neck stood up. “That night when you were seventeen and out walking, I found you. And I found you with a girl. I could not believe my luck. But I could see in your angelic eyes that you would never join me willingly. So I forced you. I shot you, and then brought you back to my lab. I injected you with drugs, among many other things. I helped your soulblazer traits to become dominant. I gave you life again. But you turned your back on me.” He sneered. Images swirled in my mind, and a sheet of mist rolled away from a part of my memory I had never explored to reveal a critical memory....
I knew nothing of where I was or how I had gotten here...only that I was lying flat on my back against a cold, and granite like surface. I couldn't feel my arms or legs; only my torso. I strained my ears to try and hear any noise around me—but all there was was eerie silence.
How long had I been here? Who had taken me here? Why couldn't I remember anything? Why couldn't I feel my limbs? The endless questions streamed through my dizzy mind disorderly. I tried to move but it was nearly impossible with only feeling my chest. I tried to call out; but found that my lips were also numb and useless. I was frozen in this bottomless and strange place without a chance of getting out.
Eventually in a place of darkness my motionless lids fell to rest and I was thrown into dreamless sleep of unknowing.
The next time I woke up I could still feel nothing, and was trapt in the soundless room, on the cold, flat, something. But now, I could remember what had happened. I remembered in painfully great detail walking around with Jade...and getting attacked. I could remember her soul somehow being taken from her in crystal clear images. If I could have felt, my heart it would have been filled to the brim with pain. I guess that was one bonus to this predicament.
Along with all the other small details, I remembered that I had been shot. The tiny, yet indefinite shard of metal had been flying towards me at light speed and I hadn't had a single second to react, or even pray for my life. It was not like in movies where it goes to slow motion, and you hear the actor talking about all the things they regretted, or all the things they loved. The trigger got pulled, and that was end of me.
So why wasn't I dead? How come I wasn't in heaven, hell, or some place in between? Maybe, just maybe, this was the in between place. A place of solitude and isolation away from anything else. If I was right; I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be stuck in this state of confusion all alone.
Out of nowhere I heard two sets of footsteps beginning to walk towards me. I struggled to move again, but my limbs were useless at my sides. The footsteps could belong to a person who could help me, or a person who could kill me. And I had no way to defend myself in the least.
“He's almost ready to be woken.” A nasal voice said from somewhere far away.
“Exciting, it's it Lucifer?” A different voice answered. A chill ran down my spine hastily for an unknown reason. The room seemed to get unnatural colder all of a sudden. The footsteps were close now—extremely close. One pair stopped, and the other continued close to me.
“Yes, sir. I cannot wait to see how he benefits us.” The nasal voice agreed. A freezing cold hand pressed over my heart, and if I could jumped away I would have. Ice spread through my veins and slowed my heart diligently.
“His heart is going strong. His blood is mixing with the drugs perfectly. Soon he will be stronger than almost all of us. He will reek vengeance upon humanity and make it bow to us thoughtlessly.” The stronger voice snarled. “He is our greatest tool.”
“Sir, look at his brain waves!” The nasal voice called out joyfully. “They are jumping like crazy! I think he can hear you.”
“Hmmmm, I believe you are right Lucifer.” The other voice mused. There was a pause. “Kalevi, if you can hear me, then listen up. I am your father, Faust. I have saved you from your pointless, and uneventful, human life, and brought you into a world where you matter. I have brought you into a world where you will lead. When you awake, you will help me slaughter the brainless humans, and create a super race.”
“His brain is going crazy...” The voice trailed. And it was right. Was I hearing this all right? My father, who I hadn't seen for years, had brought me back to life to take over humanity? Was this some sick t.v show or something? Was I just having a messed up dream?
“Here son, I'll give you your last dose of serum. It will give you the strength you need to awake. I won't keep you in the darkness anymore.” There was a clattering of metal beside me, then the sound of skin contact. I could feel a small prickle against my arm, and for a few seconds nothing happened. But then my world erupted into a fiery hell.
A thick stream of fire burned up my arm and skittered into the rest of my body. Every muscle screamed out in a seering chorus of pure agony, and my insides burned into ash intrusively. My throat clogged with fire and breathing became impossible—never mind screaming. My legs got feeling, but it wasn't a good feeling. They burned in the fire just as everything else did. My veins felt they burst from the heat and my blood began to tear through my body. It was just a waterfall of agonizing, constant pain.
But behind the pain, I also felt strength. Immense amounts of strength and power. I somehow sat up, and ripped my arms through straps that held me down. My eyelids thrashed open, and even though I was blinded by the light, I still got to my feet dizzily and backed into a wall.
“Kale, stop!” The voice of my father cried. But I did not abide. As my eyes began to focus on the white room, I saw a sword out of the corner of eyes. It sat on top of a table, inside a glass case. It was beautiful, and deadly looking. A delicate carving of an angel was engraved on the handle of the sword, but I had no time to observe it closely because to figures were moving towards me. I sprinted to the case containing the sword, and under impulse punched the glass. It shattered helplessly, and I felt no pain from it. I grabbed the sword, and almost dropped it from the feeling it jolted me with.
It felt like the sword was made specifically for me. Like it was molded to fit my hand exactly. And I felt even more powerful with the weapon in my hand. It completed me in this second. The bigger figure ran towards me first, and I recognized him right away. It was father. My father that had abandoned and hurt me.
“Kale, listen to me. I know your confused, but I need you to put the sword down. You don't want to hurt yourself of me.” He weaned. I didn't buy it. I had to leave—and now. I backed up quickly, looking around for an escape. The other figure stood blocking the only doorway out, and my father was between me and him.
“Get the hell away from me.” I spat. My father's eyes flashed with rage. He stepped ran me, hands out reached. I swung the sword at him—a movement I had never done, but yet I felt the skill in my hands—and sliced him below his neck. Dark red blood squirted out, and his eyes bugled as he gripped the wound and fell to the ground. The other figure began to run towards me.
At that moment, I did something crazy and completely not thought out. There was no other way out—so I jumped out of one of the tinted windows. Glass cut through my skin as I crashed through it, but I felt none of them. I was thrown into the cold, and faceless air of the dark night, high above the ground.
As I began to fall, I knew that I would die when I hit the ground. There was no way for me to survive. But I spoke to soon. A ripping feeling spread through my muscles in my back, and my skin tore open. I screamed as two black appendages forced out of my back and spread in the air. I had freaking wings.
The air slowed around me, and I began to fall at a controllable pace. Heart, slamming crazily against my chest, I didn't dare think about how I had gotten wings. This was all to much right now. I just had to focus on getting away. I could worry about odd limbs later.
When the ground came closer, I changed my position so that I landed on my feet. Then I ran. I ran as fast as I could through the darkness, towards lights in the distance. I heard yelling and cursing behind me, but I ignored it all. I just sprinted forward with heavy fear in my heart. Little did I know that this was the start of a revolutionary.
“I remember now.” I whispered, the extremely real feeling memory coming to an end. I wouldn't believe it was real if it didn't make so much sense. It explained why I was so strong, fast, and had wings. It explained why I had the sword. It explained everything. I wasn't made for a greater power to destroy Faust's evil... I was made by the devil himself to kill humanity. Everything I had worked for had been a lie. I was no angel. I was the devil's Frankenstein.
“You have no reason to hate me Kale. I saved you from a life of death and mindless human interactions. I brought you into a powerful world that is yours.” Faust smiled venomously.
He was partially right. This was my world. This was my life. Yeah, he created me for the wrong reasons. But it was my decision how I used the powers he equipped me with. And I did have a reason to hate him—he had killed innocent people. And he would pay for it.
“Well that was a great memory to re-live, but it doesn't change a damn thing. I'm still going to kill you. I'm still going to wipe your little puppets off the face of the earth. Your time of reign is over. I'm sending your devil butt back to hell where it belongs.” I stated. I re-raised my weapon and took a step forward.
Faust sighed and shook his head. “I'm sorry to hear that Kale. You could have been great.”
“I'm Kale Renyolds, in case you didn't know, and thats the definition of greatness.” I waggled my pointer fingers to egg him on. “Now bring your best game lizard face.” His face snarled in rage, and he whispered a single sentence.
“Kill them all.” And then, it truly began.
Faust stayed in place, but the other thirty soublazers broke into a sprint towards us; swords appearing out jackets and holsters.
“For humanity!” I called out, running forward to meet them. The first soulblazer that came towards me was a middle aged male. He swung his sword amateurishly, and I counter the attack by slicing my sword across his stomach, then kicking him to the ground to leave him to bleed out. Next came two dark skinned women with topaz eyes. They cried out in anticipation, swinging their swords at me. I dodged both of them and slit the first one's neck, and cracked the other one's skull with the handle of my sword.
More soulblazer's crowded us now, and the others fought against them furiously. I itched to look back to see how Destiny was doing; but I had to focus on the fight. I staked the next soulblazer in the heart and watched him burn to ashes, and stabbed the next between the eyes. More and more poured towards us in endless numbers. Enemy blood spattered across my face and stained the inside of my mouth. A few got minor shots on me, but the pain was blocked. I could feel the power more than ever in my fingertips with every kill, and my heart swelled with revenge.
“Nayan!” Eternity screamed, and I whipped my head back to see the commotion. Nayan's hands gripped his throat tenderly, and blood spurted between his fingers. A spiteful faced teenage boy stood above him, chuckling evilly. As Nayan fell to the ground, his eyes closing, Eternity left her position and ran towards him.
“Eternity no!” I called. Breaking our star shaped hold was the worst thing to be happening right now as the horde was at it's highest peak. Eternity staked the soublazer in the neck so quickly that it didn't have a chance, then she dropped to her knees, tears falling, and shook Nayan. Three more soublazers were upon her before any of us could do anything, and she was killed quickly by their flailing swords.
“Tight circle!” I ordered. “Fill the gaps. I'm breaking off!” I didn't wait for a reply—I sprinted forward, killing two more soulblazers on my way towards Chase, who was heading towards Destiny. She slashed one soulblazer down with perfect form, her hair blowing across her face epically. As she leaned down to finish off the snarling soulblazer, another one aimed to stab her in the back with a dagger. I cried out to her, but I knew it was too late. Just as the dagger was about to be impaled into her back, Chase was there in lightening fast speed, yanking the soulblazer away.
They met eyes for a second, and Destiny's lips formed to say something. Another soublazer came from the left towards her, and Chase forced him to the ground, then slit his throat silently. Had he switched sides? I realized that I didn't care. I would still kill him. I grabbed the back of Chase's shirt, and threw him to the ground. I pressed the tip of my sword against his pale throat, and looked into his pleading eyes. “Please Kale, I don't want to hurt any of you. I want to fight with you.” He begged.
“You killed my sister. My innocent sister who didn't even have a chance to live yet. For that I will show you no mercy.” I cried. He closed his eyes and went to peace with my words.
“I'm sorry.” He whimpered as I dug my sword into his throat. I didn't watch as he yelped in pain, but instead turned to fight more soulblazers. I didn't care to see him die. Killing him would be enough revenge.
After a few more minutes of slaying, I glanced back at the group, and my heart cried out at the sad sight. Only Destiny and Shadow were left standing in the ring of dead bodies. They stood back to back, sweat covered, and tears stained their faces and eyes. Shadow stood protectively over the torn body of Sonea, whose eyes were closed peacefully. Only a few more enemies remained, and I turned back, making my way towards Faust. Where Ryan had gone, I was unsure. Maybe the wimp had fled?
After I kicked the last skull in of the soublazer that stood between me and Faust, I stopped. Faust glared at me from a few feet away. “Looks like it's just you and me son.” He said. As I readied myself for his attack, I heard a sound that froze my heart in place. Destiny's cry of pain.
I forgot the rule of not turning your back to your enemy, and looked back where Shadow and Destiny were. Shadow was surrounded by the last few soulblazers, fighting bravely, and Destiny...Destiny was being pinned to the ground by Ryan. I could see the venom floating through the air as he tore her soul from her. I could the fear and pain on her face as her life was being torn from her.
Forgoting all about Faust, I ran as fast as my superhuman legs would carry me towards her. I jumped over dead bodies, and ash, towards them. Destiny's body was going limp, and her skin was a transparent white. Ryan was smiling, and he gripped her tightly. When I got close enough I threw my sword at him—literally. It flourished through the air, and caught him in the side, sending him flying backwards. I stopped beside him, and yanked the sword from his side. He yelped. I then raised my sword, and stabbed it through his heart. Not waiting for him to disappear, or even grab my sword, I dropped beside Destiny.
I picked up her broken body in my tired arms, and brushed her hair out of her colorless face. “Destiny! Destiny!” I cried, shaking her savagely. She didn't answer. I pressed my fingers to her throat, feeling for a pulse. My heart shattered completely when there wasn't one. “No. No. NO!” Tears came impulsively to my eyes as I frantically tried for her pulse again.
My mind could not cope with the reality of what was happening. I shook her, and felt for the heart beat I was longing to hear. “Please, please, Destiny.” I sobbed. Her emotionless face moved not a twitch at my pleas. “Please, I love you. I love you so much. Please!” I screamed. But somewhere in the back of my head I knew that she was dead. That the girl I loved was gone. And it was because of me. I would never see her smile again, never hold her again, and never feel her soft lips against mine. I had held back my feelings for her because I thought it was the right thing, but now I regretted it deeply.
“Please come back to me, baby. I promise I'll tell you I love you every minute. I promise I will protect you.” I cried, cradling her body against mine. Tears poured out of me endlessly now. I didn't even notice the sounds of the fight around me anymore. It didn't matter. I was already dead. Every single string that held me to the earth was cut now, and I felt like I was floating away slowly. Like I was already lost and gone.
“Kale.” A voice called from somewhere around me. I ignored it. “Kale.” It said more urgently. I begged it mentally to go away. To leave me to my grief, but it didn't. I tore my blurry eyes from Destiny, to look up into the hard face of Faust. I still had to kill him. Humanity still had a chance.
“You have a choice to make son.” He said.
“What?” I gasped. What choice could I possibly have left?
“The prophecy. I know you read it. Well it still applies.” He said. The jumble of words cascaded in front of my eyes.
The Night of Merciless Judgment. The darkest night among all that have ever been reborn in history. The spirits of the underworld will be free for the feeble hours of the starless sky, able to feed on those it chooses. A single fight will decided the fate of someone else, man against beast. All will be put on the line, as the destiny of human kind will be put into the hands of another. And when the night reaches its peak he will arise. He that was punished for his sins against God. He who is the devil himself. Some will fall, and some will have victory. Judgment in the eyes of all will prevail. And on this night of endless death and sorrow, the blood of an angel must be spilled to save the life of one worthy of saving.
“You can save her. With your blood. She is still in there. But you don't have much time. I can feel her presence going into the hands of the afterlife. Or you can fight me. All others have fallen.” I looked around feebly, to see that only Faust stood in the field of death. Shadow had fallen, and taken the rest of the soulblazers with him. And Ryan was no longer alive either. “You are stronger than you have ever been Kale. And you will never get a chance like this again. But I am leaving. And she is dying. So make you decision son.”
I looked down at the once loving and tender face of Destiny, which was now cold and empty. Could I really save her? Was my somehow 'special blood' enough to save her? Was I really the angel the prophecy called for? Maybe. But Faust was right. I would never get a chance like this against him again. Not without an army of soulblazers to fight as well. Humanity was still mine to save. So it was time to make the ultimate choice: Humanity, or her? -
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Permalink Reply by Bobina156 on -
Amazing Russet!! that was fwicked!
for some reason when kale was shaking des 2 try and wake her up...it reaminded me of shaking baby syndrom
.....dont ask y.....cuz i have no answer :P
.........hehehehe............
And i new u wudnt let des and kale be siblings!
sux that kale didnt get 2 make ryan suffer...sux that kale gave him the easy and less painful way out...but i guess thats cuz kale's such a softy
...bahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahhaa.....softy...yaaaaaa right :P
kale's gunna pick des...then he'll kill faust in the sequel ....im guessing :)
anyway...cant w8 till the epologe....actually...yah i can...cuz i dont want this 1nderful story to end!!!!!
but then again...theres always the nxt 1....
Plz hurry...i KNOW you have an incredibly busy life...but plz...share more of ur talent with us!!!!!!!!!!
till nxt time
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Permalink Reply by Izzy23 </3 on -
write more now!!! this is amazing!!! forget about destiany and come to me.....:)
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Permalink Reply by RussetWolfLuv on
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haha thanks for the great comments:) You guys are awesome
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Permalink Reply by Shana ♥ on -
:O
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OMG! Russet, I'm so mad at you right now!
You big meanie! I can't beleive you killed DESTINY!
But, Kale can bring her back, so MAKE HIM DO IT! :)
Lool, amazing chapter! Truly amazing! Can't wait or the epilogue =D -
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Permalink Reply by Heavens~$Demon$ on -
Lol! think that he should choose Destiny cause she makes himm stronger but then again he makes him weaker too cause when ur in a fight u have to worry about the fight instead of your loved 1s. Plus I think there is some way that he can save Destiny and still kill Faust.
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Permalink Reply by RussetWolfLuv on
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Thanks guys.
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Permalink Reply by tanzin bushra on -
omg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS CRAZY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;O
i cnt blv it!!!
i luv it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
bt y did u kil al of dem???????????????even destiny!!!!
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Permalink Reply by Esme Anne Platt Evenson Cullen=] on -
OH GOD! POOR KALE!!!!! I have no idea what i would choose......poor guy......I hope he makes the right choice.........=[ My heart pours out to you Kale..
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Permalink Reply by IzzyჱܓFlenniken on
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OHMIGOD!!!!!!!!!!! That was A-MAZ-ING!!!!!!!! Write more soon, please, and don't let Destiny die! Please, oh, please, oh, please!
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Permalink Reply by RussetWolfLuv on
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Haha thanks guys.
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