His Angelic Love

[Ten] The Angel's Soul

[Part 1]

 Chapter 10: The Angel's Soul

"Having is not so pleasing a thing as wanting, it may be logical but it is often true."

- Anonymous

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 Xave:

Lucifer smirked at me. "Fine, if you think you have the ability and skill to defeat me, then so be it."

I stood my ground, "How shall this commence?"

Lucifer thought for a while, then had said, "I believe it starts out like this." Then, being the selfish bastard he is, he cheated and before I knew it, I was laying on my back with my shirt slightly burned.

I placed my hands to my head, the pressure and pounding disrupting my plans to fight back. Though my ears clearly heard Lucifer's booming laughter.

"Little angel, do you honestly think you can win?" His humor was evident in his tone.

I bounced back onto my feet, determined. My eyes focused on the weapon, or ability, that knocked me straight onto my back. In both of Lucifer's hands were red, glowing infernos held in his palms. Of course, the man of the Underworld would use his key element of fire.

But what could I use?.

I had no time to even think about an answer to that question, before I felt my face heat from the flames that licked my torso. Quickly patting them down, I ran to the nearest column that held up the ceiling, and I caught my breath.

"Why are you hiding little angel, afraid to die?" He roared, billowing his flames around the column. My skin was singing from the heat he was placing around me.

"More like afraid to look into your ugly face." I retorted, childishly. Leaping from my spot behind the column, I rolled to the floor and skidding to a stop near the wall. I braced myself against it, before launching myself into the air. Without my wings, I had to judge my own momentum, which wasn't as accurate as I had thought.

Wise ease, he angrily grabbed me and slammed me into the pillar, repeatedly. I could feel the marble slightly breaking apart with every shove.

"You can't escape me." Lucifer laughed.

I hissed at him, but I'm sure that it was mistaken as a hiss of pain. A sticky and thick substance was beginning to make its way down my back, no doubt it was my own blood.

I was somewhat glad Lucifer only focused on my facial expressions, like he was getting off of my pain. He couldn't see what I was feeling on the inside, which was screaming at me that I was stupid for testing his ways. But the other half was glowing with options of escape.

My head was starting to revolt against me. It was screaming random jumbles of words, mixtures between "RUN!", "USE YOUR BRAIN!", and finally "THINK OF SKYLAR, FIGHT FOR HER!" The last one definitely got me to do something.

What if I died here?

Would Skylar be assigned to someone new?

I needed to survive this for Skylar, I cannot leave her. I had made a promise to her, one that I would not fail upon once again. As of right now, failure was not an option for me.

My hands formed into fists and I tried desperately to hit Lucifer.

Rage clouded my mind.

How dare Lucifer try to take me from Skylar!

I could tell Lucifer was going to keep shoving me into this pillar until I collapsed from exhaustion or blood loss.  My brain started to replay all the small moments I had spent with Skylar, the beautiful features of her face, the only time when I was able to kiss her, hold her so closely it was like she was a physical part of me. That our bodies were securely one, instead of two separate pieces.

But something happened.

My body did not drift outside of itself and into the pits of hell, instead it drifted me to the one place I craved to be in.

 Skylar's room.

 I was gently placed onto something very soft and comforting, but my brain was not capable to process what it was. I was drifting through the fog that was my mind, reeling from the innumerable impact my body had endured. But her scent was all around me, caressing me, sheltering me.