Little Devil's Don't Fly

Chapter 8

Mila felt a surge of pride well up within her as she heard the elder angel's words. She looked down at the cherub, noticing for the first time the small, makeshift sling that it was wearing over its wing. "Are you injured, cherub?" she asked, concern etched on her features.

The cherub's face clouded over, and it lowered its head. "It's nothing too serious, Mila," it said softly. "I will be fine. I just want to help as much as I can." The elder angel placed a reassuring hand on the cherub's shoulder, his touch radiating warmth and comfort. "Your courage does not go unnoticed, my dear. Rest assured that you have earned a place among the bravest of us all."

As they spoke, Mila couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and gratitude welling up inside her. She looked around the laboratory, taking in the destruction and carnage that had once ruled this place. It was hard to believe that they had managed to turn the tide of battle, that they had emerged victorious against such overwhelming odds. But looking at the cherub and the other angels standing beside her, she knew that it was their courage, their determination, and their unwavering faith that had made all the difference.

The fallen archdemon continued to stir on the floor, its essence flowing back into its shattered form. The other angels tensed, readying themselves for a possible counterattack. But for now, the battle was over. The archdemon had been defeated, and its plans thwarted. As Mila looked around at the angels who had fought so bravely by her side, she knew that they would continue to stand together, united in their purpose to protect the innocent and fight against the forces of darkness.

And as for the cherub, Mila knew that it would always have a special place in her heart. Its innocence and selflessness were a beacon of hope in a world that had grown so dark, and its presence was a constant reminder of the power of love and compassion to overcome even the greatest of adversities. Together, they would continue to fight for a brighter tomorrow, and in doing so, they would ensure that the forces of good would always prevail.

The elder angel turned to address the others, his voice booming across the laboratory. "My friends, we have faced a great trial today. A trial that has tested not only our strength, but also our faith. And it is through that faith, that we have emerged victorious. But we cannot rest on our laurels. We must remain vigilant, for the battle against the forces of darkness is far from over."

There was a murmur of agreement among the angels, and they spread out through the laboratory, beginning the arduous task of repairing the damage and restoring order. Mila walked over to the fallen archdemon, studying its twisted form with a mixture of disgust and fascination. She wondered what had driven it to such depths of evil, and she wondered if there was any way to save it, to turn it from the darkness. But for now, she knew that it must remain imprisoned, a testament to the cost of their victory and a reminder of the ongoing struggle against the forces of chaos.