Little Devil's Don't Fly

Chapter 10

Alone now, Mila walked slowly through the laboratory, her wings rustling gently as she took in the familiar sights and smells. The damage from the battle had been repaired, but the scars remained. She knew that the struggle against chaos would continue, and that they would face many more challenges in the days to come. But she also knew that she would face them with the cherub at her side, their bond strengthened by the trials they had endured together.

As she reached the exit, she paused for a moment, gazing up at the stars that twinkled in the night sky. The constellations seemed to shift and dance before her eyes, their patterns forever changing, just as the world around them would continue to evolve. And yet, amidst the constant flux, there was something eternal and unchanging, something that connected all living things and all moments in time.

Mila felt a gentle touch on her shoulder, and she turned to find the cherub standing beside her. Its eyes shone with an otherworldly light, reflecting the stars above. "The future is uncertain, Mila," it said softly. "But we will face it together, as we have faced everything else. And we will find a way to make a difference, no matter what challenges come our way."

Mila smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. "You're right," she replied, her voice steady. "We will face it together. And we will make a difference." They stood together for a moment longer, their wings brushing against each other in a gentle embrace, before turning and walking back into the laboratory, ready to face whatever the world had in store for them.

As the days passed, their routine settled into a comfortable rhythm. They worked tirelessly, their efforts focused on healing the wounded, repairing the damage, and protecting the innocent. The cherub continued to be a beacon of hope and determination, its presence in the laboratory a constant reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was always light to be found.

One afternoon, as they were cataloging a new shipment of herbs and potions, Mila noticed a strange glow emanating from a nearby window. "What is that?" she asked, pointing toward the window. The cherub followed her gaze and gasped. "It's an angel," it whispered, its wings beginning to flutter nervously. "But... she's not one of us. She must be from another order."

As they watched, the angel landed gracefully on the laboratory's balcony, her wings spread wide. She was clad in armor of midnight blue, her sword sheathed at her side. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural fire, and her lips curled into a sneer. "I have come for you, traitors," she spat, her voice cold and menacing. "Your time has come to face justice for your crimes against Heaven."

Mila felt a chill run down her spine. "Quickly," she said, grabbing the cherub's hand. "We must hide!" They raced through the laboratory, ducking behind counters and shelves, their wings fluttering wildly as they searched for someplace to hide. The cherub's gaze darted nervously from side to side, its eyes filled with fear. "I-I've never seen an angel like her before," it stammered. "What do we do?"

"Stay calm," Mila whispered, trying to reassure the cherub. "We must think of a way to reason with her. Perhaps if we explain our situation, she will understand and help us." They moved closer to one of the laboratory's many bookshelves, ducking down behind a row of jars filled with strange, glowing potions.