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You again- Part 1
Music Recommendation: Liliy's theme by Alexandre Desplat
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Raphael's hand clutched the side of his stomach where the werewolf had earlier attacked him through its claws. It wasn't just his stomach but also his leg that was right now bleeding because of the chomp that the werewolf had taken before he had successfully broken the glass vial to pour the antidote in Elizabeth's mouth.
If he was a human, he would have turned to a werewolf, leaving him in another condition. But since he was a demon, he was unaffected by the venom of the werewolf. Simultaneously, the bleeding would take time to heal, and the way he had been wounded severely, it seemed like the chances were less.
Beth felt her hands turn to fists. She felt worse seeing the blood that continued to spread on the ground, where Raphael was. Was he going to die? As she had been abducted from the castle, she had missed a lot of events, not knowing Lucy had died only to be healed by Madeline's angelic abilities.
"I will go find someone. Maybe the King will know what to do," said Beth, trying to think of a way, but Raphael only shook his head.
"Relax, Lady Elizabeth. Why don't you sit down," came his slow voice. "How do you feel after?" he turned his head to meet her green eyes.
Beth was speechless. Here he was dying, and he was inquiring about her health.
"I feel normal," she whispered, and he nodded.
"That's good to hear. At least I will know that you were saved," he offered her a polite smile, and it only broke Beth's heart.
It was true that in the beginning, she had tried to hurt a lot of people for her selfish reasons, but she had never meant to kill anyone purposefully. In the past, what she did was all because of people's influence. Her grandparents, her aunt, some of the other people and people like Rosamund and Markus. She didn't want Raphael to die, not because of her.
"Why did you come to give me the antidote?" Beth questioned him, "You could have given it to someone else. You could have waited. You knew this would happen." There was a deep frown on her face.
"I don't think others would have done the deed. You would have killed them without a single thought. I know you have a soft spot for me in the corner of your heart. In the most corner place," Raphael joked with her, but Beth was not in the mood to hear any jokes about such things. "If the antidote was not given before the moon would disappear, you would forever end up as a werewolf, and there would be no cure. Giving it after the moon leaves the sky would not help you either."
She shook her head. "There might be something I can help you with. To stop the bleeding," she said, her eyes falling on his leg that looked like it was barely attached to his body. If only she had her clothes on her, she would have torn it and wrap it around his wound, but Beth was naked beneath the coat.
Beth felt terrible by thinking that she was the one who was responsible for Raphael's current condition. She had been trying to turn into a better person, trying to make amends. If something happened to this man who had tried to save her life again and again, she doubted she would be able to forgive herself.
Realizing they were surrounded by snow, Beth moved near his leg and gathered some of the snow from the ground. Pressing them together so that it would hold together, she then placed it on his wound.
"What are you doing?" asked Raphael.
"Trying to stop the bleeding," replied Beth, concentrating on her hand so that she wouldn't press on the deep gash of his wound. His leg was bloody, and the blood that had dripped down soaked the snow on the ground.
When she went to sit on his other side, ready to place the ice on his wound, Raphael caught hold of her wrist. "Let me help," said Beth, staring into the card reader's black eyes that had started to turn dull.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked. Beth didn't know why Raphael was asking her questions right now. "Is it because you don't want to feel burdened in the future?"
Beth pulled her hand away from his, her eyes showed a spark of fire in them before she looked away. "Take it the way you want, Mr. Sparrow." She then placed the ice on the wound. "Is it necessary for you to try provoking me right now?"
Raphael smiled, "It is one of the ways to catch your attention. Do you see the amount of blood that surrounds me, Lady Elizabeth? There's a lot of it. The amount of blood that has spilt is more than the blood that is in my body. I am not a vampire but a demon. There is no point in trying to save me."
Beth felt her heart squeeze at his words. Pursing her lips, she said, "It would feel better knowing you died after help was offered than no help was offered to you. Why did you ask me to stay with you?"
"You are free to go. If that is what you want," Raphael hissed when the pressure on Beth's hand increased, and she quickly muttered a sorry. "Are you trying to torture me?"
"I didn't mean to increase the pressure," Beth apologized. She noticed even after she placed the ice on his leg and stomach, the bleeding didn't stop immediately. The wound was large, and it only gave way for more blood to spill from his body.
But Beth didn't give up on her hope. She continued to keep the ice on his wound, waiting for him to get better, but Raphael, who had been speaking earlier, now turned quiet, and it worried her.
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You again- Part 2
With the silence that filled around both Raphael and Beth, Beth looked at Raphael's face, staring at him. The demon was looking up at the branches of the trees, thinking about something.
"Lady Madeline and the King are in the town. They are still fighting with the others. It would be good for you to stay here rather than turning yourself into a bait they can make leverage of," stated Raphael. The smile on his lips had dulled down, and his expression had turned calmer than before. "Stay here until the King or Queen come looking for you."
Beth felt her eyes prickle, but she tried to hold back her emotions. If only she had some ability, she would have been able to defend herself that day in the village of Cossington. The werewolf would not have bitten her, nor would the fight between her and Raphael would have occurred.
"This is all my fault," she whispered, her eyes lowered down to her hands that held the ice. Her hands were turning numb, but she ignored the feeling and continued to aid the demon, who was the reason why she was not a werewolf anymore.
Beth realized how useless she was. All her lifetime, she had done nothing but caused trouble to people around her. She couldn't do anything right, and it further broke her heart.
"I have a request," said Raphael, and Beth turned to look at him. "When I am gone, I would like to have some flowers on my grave. Specific ones."
Until now, Beth had never discussed anyone about flowers to be placed on the grave with anyone. It was uncomfortable, and she felt guilty. "What flowers would you like?" She asked him. The blood didn't stop, and it continued to spill down from his body, and Beth saw the ice was nowhere helping him but only melting in her hands.
"What do you recommend? Something that you would like?" asked Raphael. Seeing her stare at him, he said, "Lady Elizabeth," he took a deep breath before continuing, "I know you don't like me, but I do like you a lot. Maybe you are not fond of some parts of your life in the past, but I think it is the errors that we make and fix, which makes a person amazing. And you have been doing wonderful," he said, keeping his gaze on her.
When Beth closed her eyes, the tears she had been holding back finally spilt down on the coat that she was wearing which belonged to him.
"H-how is it wonderful if I have saved my life at the cost of another person's life?" she looked away from him quickly.
"It isn't you who made the choice, but I," said Raphael. "I think it would be quite a waste to see a woman like you, who is a late bloomer to not bloom and not live your life to the fullest. Now that you know how precious your human life is, you can decide to live the way you want. Don't carry the guilt in your heart, because it wasn't your decision, but mine."
"You didn't have to pick me over you," she shook her head in refusal. Since the time she had been bit by the werewolf, Raphael had been next to her, watching and taking care of her. It was the same time when other people looked at her with their eyes holding doubt and suspicion. After all, she was the woman who was going to marry Markus Wilmot, who was labelled as a traitor.
"What happened is already done. Now we hold the outcome of our actions," stated Raphael. "Do you think it would have made a difference if I was still alive? Would you have allowed yourself to think about me?"
Beth's tear-filled eyes met Raphael's eyes, and she nodded her head.
"A pity indeed," he murmured to himself.
For a moment, Beth, who looked at his leg was somewhat glad that the bleeding had finally stopped after all her efforts. But what she didn't know was that, apart from the wound on his leg and the stomach, her werewolf claws had ripped into Raphael's back, which the demon didn't mention nor had she seen it as he leaned against the bark of the tree.
"You didn't tell me which flowers you would pick for me," commented Raphael.
"I will see to it that you don't die," said Beth, trying to give both of them hope and hearing this, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Flowers, milady," at the same time, he pulled the card from his pocket that was the card of the fool.
Beth took time to think before answering, "Forget me not. That's the flower."
"What a wonderful flower you have picked," he said, almost getting lost in her green eyes. "I am sure that there will be at least one person who will not forget me. You have beautiful eyes, Lady Elizabeth."
"Thank you, Mr. Sparrow," Beth pulled the ice piece away from his wound to have a look which was when he caught her hand to see it had turned pale.
"That should be enough. Your fingers will fall out from your hands if you continue doing this. Don't waste your efforts by doing that," said Raphael with a small frown on his face. He didn't let go of her hand, and continued holding her cold hand. Beth didn't pull her hand away. It might have been the first time where she didn't flinch or refuse a male's advances. Instead, she wrapped her fingers around his hand.
"What about your family?" questioned Beth. If the worse did happen, wouldn't he want his family to come and look at him?
"I have none. I was an orphan, and we all know how difficult it is to track down people we have no clue about," hearing this Beth squeezed his hand.
"I am sorry."
Raphael groaned in pain, making Beth worry. "I am fine," he whispered, his voice turned lower than before, and if she wasn't sitting next to him, it would have been difficult to hear his words. "I am fine," he repeated, bringing his other hand forward. But before his hand could reach up to her face, the hand fell without having the opportunity to touch her face.
"Mr. Sparrow?" Beth called his name, but the demon didn't respond to her nor did he move. His hold on her hand loosened as if it had lost its strength.
Tears spilled from her eyes, falling on her cheeks that trailed down and fell on his coat. "Mr. Sparrow?" she called him.
A sob escaped from her lips, and her body bent forward, unable to hold her tears any longer, she cried alone in the forest.
She found it hard to believe that Raphael was no more. She didn't want to leave him here all by himself, and she continued to stay next to him, accompanying him even after his death. She was thankful for the kindness he had shown her, and she hadn't been able to thank him. Even though Raphael's hold had loosened on her hand , Beth continued to hold on to his hand.
She used her other hand to place it on his face, "I won't forget what you did for me. Never," and she closed his eyes so that he could rest.
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You again- Part 3
Music Recommendation: Severus and Lily by Alexandre Desplat
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Beth wasn't as alone as she thought she was in the forest. Someone had entered the forest, making their way towards where she was. The person stood not too far away behind her, watching her cry over the demon who was dead.
"Funny, isn't it? How people keep dying who are near you."
Beth turned in the direction of the voice to see the person who spoke to her. Her eyes blinked the tears away to see the woman she had hoped not to meet. It was Jennine.
"You shouldn't be that surprised," said Jennine, who stood next to a tree.
"What are you doing here?" asked Beth with a heavy heart.
"I?" questioned Jennine, "I have wanted to meet and spend some time with you. Every time I wanted to talk to you, your sister was always there. Hovering over you, you must have felt suffocating, isn't it?"
Beth slowly stood up from her place.
"The last time I saw you, I was so excited. So happy to see you, but I didn't expect you to be hanging out with another demon who wasn't me," Jennine had a look of disappointment in her voice. "I came looking for you, searching in the castle tonight. I don't care about the dark angel. You are my friend, Beth. You are all I care about. But I didn't expect someone to mistake you as the dark angel. I would have never made that mistake."
Beth knew that Madeline had killed Jennine twice in the past, yet here she was alive.
"What did you want to speak about?" questioned Beth, and she saw Jennine offer her the politest smile that only turned Beth queasy.
"Just the normal things," Jennine started to make her way towards Beth, but Beth took a couple of steps backwards in an attempt to keep a distance from the demoness. "You look scared. Don't be scared of me, Bethie. I would never hurt you."
"Stay away from me," warned Beth.
Jennine chuckled at Beth's innocent words, "What will you do? Scream for help? I was hoping that I wouldn't have to fight with this one, but who knew that you would be the one to kill him. I must say I am very impressed."
Beth felt Jennine was rubbing salt over her fresh wounds, reminding her about how unlucky of a person she was.
"I can sense that you aren't a werewolf anymore. Come, Bethie," Jennine waved her hand as if waiting for Beth to start walking. But to the demoness' displeasure, the human girl only stepped farther away. "Don't be difficult," the smile on the demoness' lips fell.
Beth didn't know where exactly she was and in which direction she was supposed to start running so that she could head back to the town. But would she end up bringing more misfortune of death?
Pressing her lips, Beth uttered the words, "We are not friends, Jennine. I know you did bad things."
Jennine tsked hearing this, "Don't act like you haven't done anything bad. I have heard whispers about it. And we are the two peas from the same pod." Beth shook her head. The demoness then chuckled, "I thought your bitch sister would never tell you anything. I mean considering how your grandparents liked to erase the memories so very often. But Madeline told you she was an angel, and I, a demoness. Is that why you don't want to be my friend anymore. Bethie?"
No person had scared Beth as much as this woman, who claimed to be her friend. Beth had reached the scene late that day as by the time she had reached, Madeline had already killed Jennine, and everything had turned confusing that day.
"What did you tell Madeline that made her kill you?" demanded Beth.
Before Beth could take another step backwards, Jennine disappeared from the front and came to stand right behind her. Beth spun around and felt Jennine's hand around her neck, and the demoness pushed her against the nearest tree, leaving her struggling.
"Don't you now wish that you were a werewolf?" a smug smile appeared on Jennine's lips. This woman was crazy! Thought Beth to herself. "I told Madeline to leave you alone. I mean every time we were spending time together, she would come and cling on to you. But I have to blame you for it. You always took so much care of her. It made me extremely jealous. We were best friends, just like sisters, and you were so nice to me."
Beth tried to get Jennine's hand away from her neck, but the demoness didn't budge. "The only sister I have is Madeline," Beth glared.
Displeased by hearing this, Jennine's hold tightened and she tried to strangle the human, "This is why. Always about Madeline! What about me? Aren't I important?"
Beth suddenly felt her nails turn to claws and she dug into Jennine's face, having the demoness scream. She continued to push her claws into Jennine, while the demoness tried to get away, not expecting for the claws to appear.
"Arghhh!" Jennine staggered behind, her hands touched her face to notice the blood. The demoness stared at Beth's hands and saw the claws. "How do you have the claws?!" she questioned in shock.
Even Beth was shocked after seeing her hands that had werewolf claws. The antidote should have cured her, but it seemed like there were still traces of her being a werewolf.
Slowly, smoke started to appear from Jennine's face, where Beth had dug her nails. Jennine laughed nervously, "We are supposed to be friends and sisters for life, Bethie! You won't kill me."
"You are no one to me," stated Beth.
Jennine looked angry, and she came at Beth, for both of them holding hands against each other to get leverage against the other. It seemed like Beth's strength had increased, and Jennine's face slowly started to change to one who belonged to Hell with two horns that appeared from her head.
The demoness overpowered Beth, pushing her against the cold, snow-covered ground. Jennine's hands went straight to Beth's neck, trying to strangle her. Jennine said, "I will take you with me from this horrid world. Stop struggling!"
Though Beth's hands had gained strength and tried to push Jennine away, the demoness used all her energy in trying to kill Beth. Beth felt suffocated, where the air was leaving her body. Flailing her arms at Jennine, she finally placed her hand below the demoness face, pushing it back with all her might.
Beth pushed the demoness on the ground with a kick, and she continued to push Jennine's face until it finally tore away from the demoness' body. Blood splattered on the ground and on her. Beth moved away from the dead woman after which the person turned to black liquid.
Beth realized she had killed two people in less than an hour, first Raphael, and then this demon. That was only if the woman died this time. Beth hoped Jennine wouldn't return to haunt her or her sister again.
Her hands trembled, and she looked at her blood-covered hands and saw it had turned back to normal.
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Clash- Part 1
Back in the town, and in one of the buildings, the demons continued to come and attack Madeline who had turned to her dark angelic form, killing them with her hands. One of the demonesses picked up the hammer that was lying on the ground and came to hit Madeline's head, but the dark angel stepped out of the way, avoiding it.
"Took you by surprise, didn't I?" asked the demoness with a maddening smile on her face.
Madeline was not her usual self anymore, and her movements were faster, keeping up with the demoness who tried to attack her. "What's the matter? You have no words?" the woman continued to poke her.
The demoness was an apprentice of the demon Greyson. Compared to the other demons, she had more powers, delaying Madeline from sending her back to Hell. Madeline tried to create the icicles and sent it at the demon, but before any of them could pierce the demoness, everything turned to water.
"Did you think tricks like this would work on me?" chuckled the woman, and she raised the weapon in her hand to plummet it at Madeline. But Madeline moved again, and the demoness ended up hitting the wooden pillar that was behind Madeline.
The rest of the demons inside the building had either died or were in the process of dying as they spluttered blood out of their mouth after the judgment that was passed by the dark angel on them.
The demoness, who was holding the hammer in her hand, she threw small ball bearings near Madeline. Creepers emerged out of it, multiplying and reaching Madeline's hands and legs to hold her in place by binding around her.
Madeline tried to get away from it, but the creepers were strong, and for some reason, she couldn't make use of the snow or glass ability through her hand. Not a single flake of snow moved up, and the demoness walked to where Madeline was.
"So much for the struggle," said the demoness, her mouth twisted into a smirk. She tightened the creepers' grip, and Madeline's eyes slowly started to turn back to her brown eyes.
As part of her senses returned, Madeline's eyebrows furrowed, staring at the woman in front of her. "You…" she whispered.
"Hm? Have we met before?" asked the demoness.
This was the same woman whom she had met in her dream where Paschar had killed her near to the river. She tried to get away from the creepers, but they were too strong to break free from.
At the same time, Calhoun and Vladimir who was outside dealing with Greyson heard the chirping sounds from the crickets that surrounded them. Calhoun's eyes narrowed, and Greyson who was covered in blood started to laugh.
"You have been gone for far too long, Vlad. You should know better than anyone how a demon's mind works," stated Greyson, running his tongue inside his mouth and spitting the blood on the snowy ground.
Calhoun noticed the ground around them started to vibrate, and away from them, hands started to stick out of the snow-covered ground. More demons started to emerge from beneath the ground, demons with horns and bat-like wings.
"Right now it is not you, but I, who is the Master of Hell," Greyson claimed loudly. "Your time has passed, and now it is mine."
The demons came out nothing less to ants or swarms of bees, who started to run towards them so that they could kill Calhoun and Vladimir.
"How pathetic that the Master of the Hell cannot hold his battle himself and needs his minions," commented Calhoun. The demons had weapons, weapons that resemlbed similar to the living world like crossbows and guns. Some of the demons worked in pairs by pulling the small-sized cannonballs.
The demon who was on the ground with Calhoun's gun facing him, he disappeared from there to appear away from the fight, chuckling at Calhoun and Vladimir. Some of the demons started to shoot bullets Calhoun, and the vampire King didn't bother to step away from the scene.
Vladimir's wings appeared quickly, and he flew up in the air.
Greyson started to laugh, delighted that he had caught them by surprise, "I will kill the boy first, and then you, Vladimir!"
The demons didn't wait and started to launch the arrows continously that made it look like it was raining arrows. The place had turned chaotic, and the demons continued to attack Vladimir with arrows and Calhoun with bullets made of silver. With the number of gunshots that took place, the town echoed with noise of gunshots. Snow raised itself, creating a cloud of white dust where Calhoun stood, which was mixed with a hint of redness in the air.
The demons started to cackle when they saw Calhoun not move, believing him to be dead with the number of bullets that were fired at him. As the cloud of snow started to settle on the ground, even Greyson smiled, while Vladimir stared at the mass of blood on the ground. As blood covered the ground, it looked like Calhoun who was shot at had been minced and turned to nothing but liquid.
Vladimir's bat-like wings continued to flap in the air, moving around to dodge the arrows while he looked down at Calhoun who looked like he had been sent to Hell. But it was his blood that coursed through his grandson's veins.
"How many teeth did you lose so far, Greyson?" questioned Vladimir, and Greyson shifted his gaze from the blood-covered ground to look up at Vladimir.
"Why do you ask? Do you plan to fix them?" came the sarcastic words from the demon.
Vladimir had a smug smile on his lips, "Oh well, I am keeping a count of how many you will lose in the coming minutes."
Greyson didn't get a chance to question Vladimir as he sensed an ominous presence that started to fill around the place. A burst of distant laughter was heard, filled with menace, and it came from the mass of blood and flesh on the ground.
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Clash- Part 2
Greyson didn't know what was going on, and he looked confused with his eyes narrowed. The sound of the malicious laughter continued to fill around, and the demons who had shot bullets at Calhoun had a perplexed expression on their face.
The blood and flesh started to join together until Calhoun stood back up on his feet like he had not been harmed.
"You are born in the earthly realm. This is not possible," Greyson murmured under his breath. "Everyone attack him!" commanded Greyson, and all the demons started to run towards Calhoun.
Calhoun had played enough, and he decided it was time for the demon to die with the rest of them. He bent down on one of his knees, and placed his hand on the ground. Suddenly a wave of energy moved in the outward direction, and the demons who were around screamed and groaned in pain. Blood splattered on the ground until every one of them except for Greyson was left alive along with Calhoun and Vladimir.
Greyson staggered backward with his eyes wide in shock. He tripped behind him when Calhoun appeared to stand in front of him.
"Resurrection," murmured Vladimir. "You cannot kill him."
Realizing the person in front of him was invincible, the demon started to push himself back to get away from Calhoun so that he could apparate and save himself. But when Greyson tried to apparate, he couldn't get out from there.
Calhoun picked up the demon by his collar before punching his face, and as expected, two more teeth of Greyson fell out from his mouth. Pushing the demon down, Calhoun took his gun to place it on Greyson's forehead. Pulling the cork, his hand lowered down to the demon's mouth. Once he pulled the trigger, the back of the demon's head blew up, and Greyson's body fell on the ground.
From ends of the forest, a Salvette Mortem appeared, making its way to the town where Calhoun was. When the creature of death appeared near the, Vladimir, who had stepped back on the ground, ordered,
"Take him to the fiery dungeon."
Calhoun stared at the demon who had a shock filled expression on his face. He wasn't surprised that Vladimir spoke to the Salvette Mortem. Before when he was in the Hawthrone castle, he had come across one of the same kind who looked as if it was going to take Lucy's soul with it. But it wasn't there for her, but him.
'You will soon meet the fate that has been awaiting you,' was the whisper from the Salvette Mortem for him.
In a blink of an eye, the Salvette Mortem disappeared, and Calhoun looked at the building which had caught fire with flames and smoke moving up in the air. Madeline was still in there!
Inside the building, the demoness had caused fire while trying to attack Madeline. As most of the things were made of wood, it didn't take long for the entire place to be surrounded in fire.
"Why did he kill you?" demanded Madeline, trying to get away from the creepers.
"Paschar?" The demoness questioned, raising her eyebrows at Madeline. "I wanted him to like me, but instead, he chose your mother. A pathetic human. He is the reason why I walk through the path of darkness. It is only right I kill you to settle the score, isn't it?"
Just as the demoness brought the hammer at Madeline, ready to strike her, Madeline used all her strength to free herself from the creepers. As she struggled the creepers bit into her skin, drawing blood from her. She successfully freed her hands. Madeline placed her hand on the woman's face, ready to utter the holy words so that she could send the demoness back to Hell, but the woman twisted Madeline's hand and pushed her.
Madeline in return pulled the woman's arm and took a bite from the demoness arm as hard as she could to taste the demon blood. It helped in distracting the demoness for two seconds, giving Madeline the time to twist the woman's arms, and using her elbow to hit at the woman's stomach.
The demoness looked angry, and she swung the hammer left and right in front of Madeline, trying to hammer her to death, but Madeline continued to dodge it. The place was heating up because of the fire, and Madeline didn't know where Calhoun and Beth were right now.
Madeline's eyes fell on the gun that was lying on the ground that the demoness hadn't noticed yet. She freed herself and started to run.
"Where do you think you are running? I have blocked all the exits," the demoness cackled, seeing Madeline run, she blocked the route by bringing fire in between to stop the dark angel from running. "I caught sight of those bloody red and white wings of yours earlier. Where are they?" the woman mocked her.
Madeline brought her wings out that started to flap. She tried to get on the above floor where there was less fire. It took her time to know how to fly as she had never done it before. When she almost got to the first floor of the building, the demoness tried to stop her by flying towards the dark angel, and grabbed Madeline's ankle.
"If you have issues with Paschar, you should talk to him instead of me," said Madeline before kicking the woman's face and climbing up the floor.
The woman used her demon wings to come to stand in front of Madeline. "Paschar is very hard to contact. And I don't think there's any point. I killed your mother, and now I shall kill you too!"
Madeline brought her hand forward and responded, "I have nothing to do with either of you!" A white light emitted out of her hands and it pierced through the demoness as if she was being purified. The woman screamed in agony until she turned to a puddle of dark blood that splattered on the ground.
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Clash- Part 3
Fire blazed around Madeline as every wood in the building was burning right now, and the atmosphere carried a thick black smoke. She heaved for air, her chest hurting because of the amount of energy she had used tonight. Her eyes started to prickle because of the smoke, and she pushed herself to stand up.
When she tried to flap her wings, that only fanned the existing fire to blaze more.
"Madeline," a voice came from behind her when she was trying to find a way out.
Her eyes narrowed when she found Paschar standing there, "What are you doing here now?" she asked him.
"I know you are upset with me-"
"Upset doesn't even cover what I am feeling right now," Madeline couldn't believe he had appeared now after everything was over. She had hoped that he would help her out tonight, but instead, he had done nothing.
"I came here to let you know that you don't have to worry about being hunted anymore. Protection will be given to you-"
"That won't be necessary," it was Calhoun who had entered the building through fire.
Paschar had a displeased look on his face on seeing Calhoun. "She is my daughter-"
"I thought Heavenly beings were not supposed to keep any sort of relationship with the earthly beings," Calhoun's eyes narrowed. When he was making his way in here, he had been surprised to hear Paschar's voice. "You don't have to provide her with your help. I think you have done enough of it and most of us can agree on it."
Paschar pulled out his trident, and when he tapped on the ground, the fire exhausted itself instantly. "I have already spoken to the Heavens, and we decided that her rightful place is not here, but in Heaven. She's an angel. She has been summoned, and I am here to take her back."
Madeline's jaw fell because of Paschar's words. Did he understand that it was because of him that she had gone through these many of trouble until now?
"I refuse," Madeline let her decision known to Paschar, and he frowned. "This is where I was born, and this is where my people are. Not Heaven," she shook her head.
A light appeared next to Paschar, and Madeline and Calhoun noticed it to be the man named Michael. How ironic that this person had not changed his name, thought Madeline to herself. The man's blue eyes first fell on Madeline and then on Calhoun, exclaiming in surprise, "I would have never guessed."
If it was another scenario, the man would have bowed at Calhoun, but with the knowledge about the existence of demons and angels, where it was evident who Calhoun was, and he wasn't just a vampire King, neither Paschar nor Michael bowed their head at the demon. "Did you know this, Paschar? You have been working with him for two decades."
Paschar answered, "He never revealed it."
Michael had a look of wariness in his eyes, and he looked back at the girl. "Madeline, it is time for you to leave this place. You are not supposed to be here."
"And I said I am not going anywhere," Madeline took a step closer to Calhoun for shelter.
Paschar was about to say something when Michael raised his hand, and he said, "We understand that you are angry at Paschar, and you have every right to do that, but you need to know that we have rules to follow. Paschar made a mistake, and he's still trying to make amends. The one rule that we angels have is not to involve ourselves or meddle into the earthly matters unless we are given orders. If Paschar helped you, he would be thrown out of Heaven to never return again."
Madeline doubted any reasoning would ever suffice to what had happened. "Okay," she said, brightening Paschar as well as Michael's eyes.
"Great! You can tell your goodbye's, and we can leave once you are done with it," stated Michael. To his words, Madeline blinked at him.
"I meant, I can look past his actions for why he never came to look for me, or why he didn't take part in the fight. Or how I was left in the coffin for years. But I didn't agree to come with you to Heaven," said Madeline.
Michael's lips set itself in a thin line, "We cannot leave a dark angel in the earthly realm. To assure your safety, it wasn't just once or twice but I sent the whispers to your aid to make sure you were alright. When you were in the coffin and during your initial days of living in the castle," he said to her. "I sent my whisperers because your father was concerned and he couldn't do anything about it. If you had no wings, we would have somehow overlooked the matter, but the point is beyond it."
"Until you are a dark angel, you will always be a threat to yourself," Paschar tried to make Madeline understand, "This will never end. The demons and the fallen-angels will always want to kill and make use of you."
"And I wonder who is to be blamed for it," was the sarcastic comment from Calhoun.
Michael's eyes narrowed at Calhoun before looking at Madeline, "What has happened in the past is something that cannot be changed, but the present is something that is in our hands. It would be good not just for you, but also to the people whom you love and care. I heard your sister was abducted. You wouldn't want that happening again, would you? We are only doing what is best for everyone."
Michael took a step forward, and Calhoun placed his hand in front of Madeline protectively, "She's not going anywhere. She's my wife."
"A relationship like this is going to bring chaos to the world!" Michael's white wings appeared on his back, and he brought his trident forward. "We angels are the one who keep balance, and you will do it as you are told or I will smite you if you try to stand between the girl and us from going to Heaven."
Suddenly fire appeared next to Calhoun and it was Vladimir who had appeared. The fire exhausted from Vladimir's body, "Are you sure you want to do that?"
"Lucifer!" Michael said the devil's name, not expecting him to be here. Paschar took a wary stance.
"Lucy fur is my cat's name. I am Vladimir," smiled the devil to show his sharp teeth. "I dare you to take my granddaughter-in-law from my grandson and me. Hell hath seen no fury like the devil's ire."
Michael's eyes fell on Calhoun and then back at Vladimir before he gritted his teeth. His lips twisted in distaste, and he said gingerly,
"Vladimir. Madeline belongs to Heaven and not this place. You know how the rules work, you have been there for eons. An angel is not supposed to live in this world unless being ordered by Heaven."
Calhoun's eyes narrowed at the two angels. He said, "You don't have to worry about her. I will protect her the way I have since the beginning. And if you are telling that she is not supposed to live here, then it doesn't mean she has to end up in Heaven. She is married to me, and now she belongs to Hell too."
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Plain card- Part 1
Madeline noticed how the other angel named Michael looked displeased by the words of refusal spoken by Calhoun right now. His blue eyes pierced through Calhoun's eyes who looked back at him with double the intensity than the angels looked at him right now.
"I think you forget that Madeline is not a maiden anymore, who lives by the mercy of Heaven or Hell, but she is her own person," Calhoun continued his words that were firm and clear. "She might have her wings now but you are forgetting she is married to me. If it makes things more clear, we have already consummated our marriage, which makes it a no to go to Heaven right now."
Michael gritted his teeth, "We can still fix it. God shows mercy on everyone, and he will help in purifying her mind, and she will be compatible to stay in Heaven under our guidance."
"Madeline," spoke Paschar in a gentle and polite tone, his grey eyes looking at her. "We are only doing what is best for you. Heaven forbids the relation of an angel with humans. A demon is an impossible thing."
"But I am not part of Heaven," reasoned Madeline, "I started my life here, in this place. You cannot take me away from here by force and without my permission."
"Then you leave us no choice," said Michael, and every person in the room suddenly turned stiff, staring at each other and the atmosphere turned tense. "We will need to take you by force then, and once your memories will be erased, you will be able to live in Heaven."
Calhoun pushed Madeline behind him, shielding as well as protecting her. "I don't get why Heaven is so hell-bent on wanting her, when it was only a few days ago, for years actually, that none of you bothered to come and look for her or take care of her. What is with this sudden love that seems unnatural."
Even Madeline didn't understand this part. For years she had suffered, but none of the angels had come to offer their help to her, and now suddenly they wanted her to be part of Heaven.
"They are scared, aren't they?" murmured Vladimir who was tired of listening to the angels bullshit.
"Scared about what?" questioned Madeline.
Michael's bright blue eyes looked as if it was going to burn the building and the demons who were in front of him. "The Heavens are scared of nothing."
"Are you sure about it?" asked Vladimir. "Madeline is not just an angel, but she's a dark angel. You are scared and worried about the future, thinking if she will be used to go against Heaven."
"That's nonsense!" Michael rolled his eyes.
"Then why do you insist that she has to live in Heaven?" Calhoun was not going to let them take Madeline away from him or from this world. "She has no interest."
"I have killed people. A lot of them," added Madeline just to remind them if the angels had forgotten about it.
Paschar offered Madeline a kind smile, "That doesn't matter. You killed them to defend yourself and not to hurt them."
"Which means all you need to do is kill someone or do something bad so that Heaven will not be able to take you back," Calhoun responded, suggesting Madeline so that she would not have to go. "But looking at how things have gone so far, I would say that they would still take you back," his eyes then shifted back at the angels, "You plan to cage her so that she will never rebel."
"I have no interest in it," said Madeline. "I would never do that, so please."
"The angels don't trust anyone, dear," commented Vladimir, and Michael glared at him.
"And who do you think is the reason for it?" asked Michael being oblivious.
"You and the others?" Vladimir shrugged his shoulders, and Paschar was ready to step forward if Michael didn't stop him.
"You were a good angel before. What happened to you?" asked Michael with a look of disappointment in his eyes. "You were like my brother, so dear to God and loved immensely. God will forgive all his children, come back."
"I will pass," were the quick words from Vladimir. "And don't call me brother, we are not brothers."
Michael gave a long hard stare at all the three of them, his eyes then settled on Madeline who stood behind Calhoun and she peeked her head from there. "If that is your wish, then so be it." Paschar looked confused, and he turned to Michael.
"But we have been given orders to-"
"She doesn't seem to be part of Heaven, and she's corrupted herself in the shadow of the devil. There's no more reason for us to stay here," in a blink of an eye, Michael disappeared from where he had been standing. Madeline felt the breeze when he disappeared as if he had used his angelic wings to leave the place.
Her eyes then fell on Paschar, who stared at her with a grim look on his face. He and Madeline never shared a proper conversation like a father and daughter would do. They had barely even spent time with each other. She didn't know what to say to him but return his stare. After a few seconds, even Paschar disappeared from his place without a word of goodbye.
Vladimir then turned to look at the couple, "Looks like they are finally gone."
Madeline hoped it too. Being part of the angel and fallen angel family had brought her nothing but trouble in her life so far. She doubted she would ever look forward to live a life without knowing the people with whom she had spent weeks and years.
Remembering her sister, Madeline asked, "Do you know where Beth is?"
"I sent Raphael to give her the antidote," answered Calhoun.
They left the building that continued to produce smoke move up in the air. As it was the time of night, it wasn't obvious to the people of other towns and villages that something had caught fire in the neighbouring deserted town.
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Plain card- Part 2
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Even though Madeline felt her chest hurt she used her wings to fly, searching for Beth, and she didn't stop flying. The last thing she needed was to have Calhoun worry about her. She finally stopped to step on the ground when she found Beth in the middle of the forest.
"Beth!" Madeline called her sister's name loudly.
She ran towards Beth, where she was sitting on the ground. She caught sight of blood that was spilt on the ground. She made her way near her sister, and caught sight of Raphael who leaned against the tree as if he was sleeping.
"Maddie!" Beth whispered with a sense of relief in her voice. There were evident tears in her eyes, and the rim of her eyes had turned red and swollen because of continuous crying. Madeline hugged her sister to have Beth hug her back.
"I am so sorry," Beth apologized.
Madeline was glad that Beth was alright, and she patted her sister's back to soothe her. Seeing Raphael not move or open his eyes, she understood why Beth was crying right now.
"I-I didn't know. I didn't realize it," said Beth, pulling back from the hug to look at Madeline and she then looked at Raphael. "I hurt him when I was in my werewolf form. I killed him. Please do something," Beth turned to look back at Madeline pleadingly.
Madeline nodded her head, and she moved closer to Raphael. Calhoun and Vladimir who had followed Madeline closely stepped on the ground too. They took note of the bloodshed on the snow-covered ground, a mixture of red and black.
Calhoun's eyes fell on Beth and on seeing Raphael, he gritted his teeth.
"Fuck!" he cursed under his breath.
Calhoun took a closer look at Raphael who looked as if he was fast asleep with blood spilt all around him. By the look and colour of the demon's skin that had turned pale, it didn't have to be told out loud that Raphael was dead.
"Looks like another demon was here," Vladimir noted, seeing the black splash of liquid not too far away from where he stood.
On the other side, Calhoun didn't take note of it as his eyes were on Raphael. He saw Madeline check Raphael's pulse by placing her hand on the card reader's neck and then his wrist. She took a look at his eyes before she turned to look at Calhoun and shook her head with a sad expression.
Beth's hand moved up to her mouth to hide the sobs that escaped from the lips.
Just when Madeline was ready to place her hand on Raphael's chest, Calhoun said, "Don't even think about it."
Though he wasn't there inside the building when she was fighting with the other demons and the fallen angels, Calhoun could tell that Madeline had reached her limit by exhausting herself by fighting and healing people.
If he was there at the castle, he would have forbidden her from using her ability to heal. Blood stuck on the side of her lips, and Calhoun knew it wasn't from Madeline sucking a person's blood. It was because she had spewed her own blood. She was already hurting inside, and he didn't want to lose her.
Calhoun stepped forward and he then sat down next to Raphael. He looked at the card reader's face that had a tranquil expression on it. When he had given the antidote to Raphael, he had given it knowing if there was someone who could handle the transformed werewolf, it was the demon himself. He hadn't imagined for the events to turn out this way.
Vladimir stood behind them with a passive look on his face.
Having witnessed many deaths in the past, Raphael's death meant nothing to the devil as he was surrounded by death. Vladimir's eyes then fell on the girl who was Madeline's sister. "The antidote seems to have worked," he commented.
Beth who heard this, her lips pursed and her eyebrows furrowed. She said, "I don't think it entirely worked."
"What do you mean?" asked Madeline.
Beth looked down at her human hands, and within a few seconds, her fingers transformed into claws, and her eyes turn to gold.
Vladimir stared at the girl, and his lips twisted in thought. "I don't think he gave every single drop of the liquid to her."
And it was the truth. In an effort to have Beth drink the liquid, the only opening that Raphael had found was when the werewolf had pierced its claws deep into his back from which he had lost a lot of blood. He had broken the glass vial in his hand before letting the drops of antidote fall into the beast's mouth, where some of the drops were lost on his hand.
Beth didn't care about it. She shook her head, "Is there no way to bring him back?" She doubted she would be able to live the future days in peace by thinking her life was granted by the cost of another person's life.
Madeline placed her hand on Beth's hand to comfort her. It was hard to say anything at the moment, when her sister was trying to be a better person. No, thought Madeline. Beth had already turned to a new leaf since they had last spoken and Beth was trying to do everything right.
Calhoun turned to Vladimir who stood behind them. When his eyes met the other pair of red eyes, the older vampire said, "There is one way to bring him back."
Beth's eyes brightened, "What is it?"
"Bring me an innocent's life, and I will grant this demon a second chance," said Vladimir.
Vladimir might have welcomed his grandson Calhoun and Madeline as his grandson's wife, but that didn't mean he had forgotten his ways. Vladimir was still a devil, and his offer was always hard to pay back. The price to pay was always higher than the request or wish made.
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Plain card- Part 3
Madeline and Beth's eyes widened hearing this.
Beth wanted to say something that would be of help, but she could barely think about anything. Instead, her face filled itself in shock, and she stared at Vladimir, not knowing who this person was.
Madeline asked Vladimir, "There are some demons who return to the living even after killing them several times. Why? Why can't he come back?" On hearing this, a spark of hope ignited in Beth's eyes.
"In Hell, demons belong to different levels and status. Though I would like to claim that the entire Hell belongs to me, there are still some parts, which is filled with demons who want to overpower my rule and overthrow me," Vladimir answered Madeline's question.
The older vampire then continued to explain, "Some of the demons, who belong to higher level they can revive back to life, while some can't. I don't have all the information of what happened during my absence, but things have turned upside down. There has been a shift in power and abilities. Even after killing, the demon who has appeared here must be because they got hold of another demon's ability. By defeating them."
"The demoness named Jennine, she said Raphael was a higher level demon. She was scared to get anywhere close to him," like Beth, Madeline hoped for Raphael to return.
Vladimir's eyes turned passive. He stared at the young angel who held hope in her eyes, "It is usually the higher-level demons who are able to kill the demons who are at level lower than them. The strongest defeats the weak. The demoness about whom you mentioned, she probably had the ability of resurrection, which is why she keeps coming back."
"If she's been troubling you, I can find her soul and torture her in Hell," offered Vladimir. "Odin is waiting for me along with the rest. Some new rules need to be imposed there. I have some guests waiting for me. I will see you later," and the older vampire disappeared in thin air.
Madeline had hoped they wouldn't see any more death, but it seemed like it was hard to stop it. All these things that was happening, where people were getting hurt and killed was because of her, for who she was.
Now as the angels and the devil were not around, in silence, Madeline couldn't help but question herself if Paschar was right. Would her existence in the living world only invite more death? As she was the dark angel, the demons and the fallen angels would continue to seek her out for obtaining power through her, and for that, she would need to become strong so that no one would ever come to hurt anyone, whom she loved and cared about.
Madeline's eyes slowly moved towards Calhoun, meeting his eyes. Calhoun didn't have to ask what she was thinking as he could sense the emotion of turmoil running in her mind.
He noticed the card that had fallen next to Raphael's body, and he picked it up in his hand. Turning it around, he saw it was empty. There was not a single mark on the surface of the white card, leaving it completely blank.
Calhoun stared at the card, knowing which card it was. The cards that Raphael carried were not regular cards, but it was the cards that the card reader had made it himself—pouring not just his ability but also his soul in it. The cards changed by channelling into Raphael's soul, which was why the fool's card Calhoun held right now was purely blank.
Putting it in his pocket, he said, "Let's take him to a place where he can rest in peace."
Madeline turned to Beth who had grown an attachment to the demon she hadn't shown until now. Beth nodded her head without a word coming from her lips. Madeline said,
"I saw a carriage that was next to the building. It must have been brought by one of the demons or the fallen angels. We can use it to ride to the place. And Calhoun will take Mr. Sparrow and wait for us."
Calhoun picked up Raphael and Madeline noticed one of the demon's legs loosely dangle.
Being the elder sister, Madeline felt terrible for Raphael's death and the sorrow that Beth felt. She helped Beth to stand up, and before they could leave, she noticed the wound on Raphael's back. It was more than a deep gash as if someone had scooped his back and that someone was Beth herself.
Without saying anything, she started to walk with Beth, moving towards the town with not a single word coming to exchange between them. It took more than an hour for both Madeline and Beth to arrive at the graveyard, and they got down. The graveyard was where Calhoun's mother laid in the cemented coffin, which was near to the castle.
Making their way through the graves, they caught sight of Calhoun, who stood next to an open cemented coffin. While Madeline came to stand next to Calhoun, Beth walked forward to stand next to the open coffin where the King had placed the demon to rest in the coffin. In silence, Beth stood next to the coffin, staring at Raphael's face. Silent tears didn't stop falling from her eyes, and she wiped them away.
When the rays of the sun started to break through the sky, it was finally time to close the coffin's lid, after offering their prayers for his soul to rest in peace.
While Madeline was praying, Calhoun walked next to Beth and said, "Here." He brought his hand forward, holding the fool's card. "I think he would have liked you to have it."
Beth's eyes prickled. Her heart felt heavy, and her lips pressed against each other. Bringing her weak hand to the front, she caught hold of the card that appeared plain. If it was in the past, she would have questioned and commented on how bleak it looked, but right now she knew the importance it carried.
"Thank you," she whispered, running her finger over the smooth surface of the card, and Calhoun gave her a nod.
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Washing the walls- Part 1
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When Madeline and the others left the forest, soon afterwards the two angels arrived at the same spot where bloodshed had taken place. Michael looked at the black and red blood that was immensely spilled, soaking itself in the ice-cold forest floor.
Michael walked forward, bending down to scoop the snow in his hand, and then smelled the black blood. "This is never going to end," he said.
"Why did you agree with them then?" questioned Paschar. He could sense the presence of his daughter and the two devils who were here minutes ago.
Michael dropped the snow from his hand and then stood up. He looked around the place, his blue eyes fell on the tall trees and the surrounding, making sure no one was there to listen to his next words, "What did you expect me to do? You know how unbending Lucifer is. The matter could have been easily resolved if Madeline was not related to him, but who would have thought that the devil would have a grandson and not to forget, that person is Calhoun."
When the wind blew with the sun rising in the sky, Paschar's long silver hair that was tied in a pony moved in the direction of the wind. He knew he wasn't the father Madeline was looking for, and it was because of his actions she had suffered until now. But he wanted to stop the problem that would occur in her future.
The demons and fallen angels would continue to try hunting her down. There were only two ways to rectify the situation. One was to take her to Heaven after erasing all the memories that she held in this living world. And the second was to do the same thing that had taken place in the past. To rip her wings and kill her. Vladimir was somewhere right that the Heavenly beings were worried, where Madeline would turn to be a threat or be used against them.
Word would soon reach how the dark angel was related to the devil, married to the devil's heir, and it would only cause many more catastrophes.
In the past, Paschar couldn't do anything with his hands tied by Heaven's command, and he didn't want to kill his daughter. It was a demoness who had killed his human lover, and maybe if his lover was still alive, he would somehow have continued to live here beside her. Paschar had remembered the powerless feeling, when he had left Heaven for scarce time.
But in the end, he had returned to the shelter of Heaven.
The decision taken by Heaven was final. He had persuaded them so that Madeline could be brought to Heaven and would spend her life as an angel, where she would be protected. But she had outright refused. If he knew this was going to happen, he would have never let the marriage take place. It wasn't entirely his fault because the authorities who belonged to Heaven had decided it at the last moment.
"With Lucifer and Calhoun around her, it is going to be hard to make her agree or see things," murmured Paschar.
"Then we'll wait for the time when neither of them are around her. If we don't do something, the bloodshed will only continue. Neither you or I can miss this, because there will be a fight if we leave her be," replied Michael.
Paschar nodded his head. It would have been easier if Madeline agreed and came with them, but she was corrupted with the living world's things. Her emotions were swayed, and she had left him with no choice.
When Madeline and the others reached the castle, Madeline took Beth to her room as she looked dazed and lost. Making sure Beth fell asleep, Madeline left the room to see Lucy who was still unconscious. The vampiress was being tended by Theodore, who barely left her side. Lady Lucy appeared to be in better condition than the time before she had left with Vladimir. The wounds had not wholly healed.
Madeline decided to step out of the room to find Calhoun.
The servants had started to clean the castle, moving the dead bodies and cleaning the red stains of blood on the floors and walls. The difficult night had passed, and the clouds that had been hovering in the sky had cleared to bring in warm sunlight.
Madeline made her way to where Calhoun stood facing the rising sun. Sensing her presence, he turned his head in her direction.
"You should get some rest," said Calhoun, turning his body so that he could face her.
"You need it too," she replied to him. Calhoun was quiet, and he stared into her brown eyes.
Madeline wondered how deep Raphael's death affected Calhoun. He was a person who was a close acquaintance of Calhoun, a man who knew the vampire King, similar to Theodore. She took his hand with both of her hands.
"Are you okay?" she asked him with concern in her voice.
Calhoun offered her a smile, "I am okay. What about you?" Madeline nodded her head. "Come here," he said, pulling her close to him.
Madeline stepped into his embrace, feeling his strong and warm hands around her as they held her protectively. She closed her eyes when she felt her eyes starting to burn due to the exhausting night that affected her mentally and physically. Too many things had happened over the night, and many people had lost their lives.
She held onto Calhoun, finding solace in his arms. "I cannot help but think about what Paschar said. People might die because of me," she whispered in his arms.
Calhoun said, "Sometimes, there are some things that are not in our control. And this was something that was never your fault to begin with. Don't blame it on yourself. I will be right here next to you. Always," he gently patted the back of her head. "It is over now," whispered Calhoun, feeling Madeline's heartache.
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