Little Devil's Don't Fly

Chapter 11

As they hid, Mila and the cherub watched in awe as the angel strode confidently through the laboratory. She paused before a large bookcase, her eyes scanning the titles. "What is she looking for?" Mila whispered. The cherub shrugged, unable to guess the angel's intentions.

Finally, the angel seemed to find what she was searching for, and she pulled a dusty tome from the shelf. She flipped through the pages quickly, her eyes darting back and forth. "She's reading about us," the cherub whispered. "About our history and our purpose." Mila nodded, hoping that the angel would understand and see that they were not the enemies she had been led to believe they were.

Time seemed to stand still as they waited, their hearts pounding in their chests. Finally, the angel closed the book with a sigh and looked around the laboratory once more. She seemed to be deep in thought, her expression conflicted. Mila took a tentative step forward, her wings fluttering nervously. "Angel," she began, her voice barely audible, "please, we can explain." The angel turned to face them, her eyes narrowing. "Explain your allegiance to the forces of chaos?" she demanded.

Mila swallowed hard, struggling to find the words to convince the angel of their innocence. "We are not on the side of chaos," she said, her voice steady despite her fear. "We fight against it every day, using the knowledge and power granted to us by the gods. We are not traitors; we are protectors." The cherub nodded emphatically, its eyes pleading with the angel to understand. "We only want to make a difference," it added softly. "To bring balance back to the world."

The angel regarded them silently for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she sheathed her sword and lowered her wings to her sides. "You have convinced me," she said finally, her voice carrying a note of reluctance. "I can see now that you are not the enemies I was led to believe you were. However, you must understand that my actions were not without cause. The forces of chaos are indeed a threat, and we angels have been tasked with stopping them at all costs."

Mila and the cherub exchanged hopeful glances. "We appreciate your understanding, angel," Mila said, her voice still shaking slightly. "And we will do everything in our power to aid you in your fight against chaos. We believe that, together, we can make a difference." The angel nodded gravely. "Then let us work together," she replied, extending her hand. "My name is Seraphina. It is an honor to fight alongside you."

Without hesitation, Mila took Seraphina's hand, their wings intertwining as they clasped hands. The cherub followed suit, feeling a sense of relief and camaraderie wash over it as they all stood united against the forces of darkness. "Together," Seraphina said, her voice strong and resolute, "we will bring balance back to the world." And as they stood there, their hands clasped tightly, they knew that they were not alone in their fight, but were instead part of a greater force for good.

The laboratory was silent as they shared their first moments of alliance, each one taking in the others' presence and strength. As they did so, they began to formulate a plan, their minds racing with ideas of how best to combat the growing forces of chaos. "We must find a way to harness the power of the gods," Mila suggested. "Perhaps if we could create a tome that would allow us to communicate directly with them, we could ask for their aid in this battle." Seraphina nodded in agreement, her eyes thoughtful. "It is a risky endeavor," she warned, "but one that may prove vital to our success."