Fallen Angel Part 5
Fallen awakes in her bed to the smell of scotch, and then looks over to see Red Eyes sleeping beside her. What have I done? What have I done, she kept asking herself. Fallen Angel felt that surely she did not make a choice this bad, but she knew that whether she did or didn't that there was more important business at the moment. She sprang out of bed, got dressed in her favorite black dress, and out of spite took Red Eye's clothes, packed them in her purse, and went to business.
Fallen Angel sees Bull Dozer in the main corridor. "Greetings miss Fallen Angel. I heard you have returned. It is so good to see you back," said Bull Dozer.
"Greetings, Bull Dozer. I know who killed Grave Sinner. It was Obsuritas," said Fallen Angel.
"I knew one of these days he would just do it himself, instead of those henchmen. If we are to try to have vengeance, we will need all three of those henchmen on our side," said Bull Dozer. "Well I might have killed one of those henchmen, namely Serpento," said Angel.
"I see. We will have to find get the two living henchmen on our side, and try to seek another with as much skill as those two. Anyways it seems like there is something else on your mind, Fallen Angel. Am I right," asked Bull Dozer.
Fallen Angel nods, before saying, "you are absolutely right. I am confused about reproduction in the afterlife. How is it possible," asked Fallen Angel. Bull Dozer chuckled.
"The same way it is possible in life. When two people love each other they create a being together," said Bull Dozer. This bothered Fallen Angel. How could they have loved each other? No... I refuse to believe it. It isn't true! It isn't right! Grave Sinner loved me. He should have been mine, and instead all I get is a red-eyed pervert. Damn it! This isn't fair, Fallen thought to herself. "I feel there is still something bothering you, miss Fallen. What is it," asked Bull Dozer.
"I fell for Red Eyes's trickery," confessed Fallen Angel, but avoiding what was truly bothering her.
"Ah. I understand. He is actually pretty funny, and a nice guy if you know him well enough. He also seems to be quite the warrior when he wishes to be," says Bull Dozer.
"Alright. I will try to keep an open mind about him, but I am still not returning his clothes. It's pay back for that eye trickery of his. Hmm... If we were to train him, how good do you think he could get," asked Fallen Angel.
"Well he has the potential to be better than Grave Sinner was, but at the moment he is just a pretty good fighter," said Bull Dozer.
"Then starting tomorrow schedule him for all day training with Galfor. I want to know that he will be able to help us when we need him," instructed Fallen.
"Alright, miss Fallen Angel," answered Bull Dozer. All of a sudden there came a hideous screech from Fallen Angel's room. Bull Dozer looked to Fallen Angel. "You did put Red Eyes in his coffin, before you left your room, right," asked Bull Dozer. Fallen developed a look of sheer horror on her face. She entirely forgot about a vampire's need to be covered during the day. Fallen shook her head. "Damn... That poor guy is suffering. Well he will end up in the backfield in just a moment, but as a demon. Fallen Angel, don't be surprised if he seems a little angry towards you when he comes back, alright," said Bull Dozer. Finally the miserable screaming ceased.
Demonica yelled into the manor, "hey everyone, come to the back field." What was seen was the naked demonic body of Red Eyes. His skin was a lush scarlet. His horns were two strong bovine appendages from the right and left side of the scalp. His hair had turned slick silver, but still maintained its spiky texture. He lay peaceful, and though Fallen Angel knew his personality, and frowned on it, she could not help but see the beauty in this image. Suddenly his eyes bulged open, revealing his eyes that despite his demon form, where still a strong red.
"Fallen Angel, I shall never forgive you for this," spoke the demonic Red Eyes. Fallen began to approach him, interrupted by an unforeseen scenario. Just a few steps closer, Red Eyes true form was visible. It was a body ablaze with flame, which indicated that he was not a stranger at all to the art of sin. What Fallen Angel could see through the inferno, was his smooth ruby red skin tightly wrapped around his impressive form of hardened muscles, and woven petals of some unknown crystals that made designs along his back and chest.
Fallen was unfamiliar with these markings, but they most certainly were not of natural causes. "I am sorry," squeaked Fallen. Red Eyes sighed, and then looked at himself.
"What? I am a... Demon," asked Red Eyes.
"Yes, Red Eyes. We need to train you right away," said Bull Dozer. Red Eyes nodded.
Then Galfor flew above the backfield, and yelled down, "The Cloth Man is approaching fast."
"It is no problem. I beat him once, so I can do it again, right," said Fallen Angel.
Galfor, then landed beside her, and asked, "That depends... Last time was he followed by 200 cloth clones at his control?"
"You have to be jesting," said Fallen. Galfor sighed, and pointed a finger to the east wall.
"It looks like that is where they are going to attack," said Galfor.
"No," said Fallen Angel. Everyone looked puzzled. "They are composed of material that makes each one very flexible, agile, and stealthy, but they are far from strong, so it is a trick. They are acting like they are going to break down that wall, so that we will all guard from there. As soon as they get to the wall, they are going to flatten themselves against the wall, so not to be seen, and then swiftly move like that towards an entry and slip through. Everyone, guard all possible entries: Windows, doors, and any cracks in the building large enough for normal cloth or pantyhose to slip through," said Fallen Angel.
All did this except for Red Eyes. "What? Do you think I am really going to die twice in one day? Not to mention in the nude," said Red Eyes.
"I have your clothes right here in my purse. Put them on and prepare to fight some cloth clones," said Fallen Angel. As he stood up, she realized that his clothing definitely would not fit him. He now stood at 6'8", and his build was much more masculine. Red Eyes drew back his fist, and threw a punch towards Fallen, and missing. "What did you do that for? I wasn't going to keep your clothes," said Fallen Angel.
"No look behind you, on the ground," said Red Eyes. When she did, she saw a replica of the pantyhose maniac.
"You saved me," asked Fallen Angel.
"Mhmm," answered Red Eyes. Fallen gave Red Eyes a big hug, only to be burnt by the flames that covered Red Eyes, though they were starting to whither down.
"We have some more unwelcome visitors, Fallen Angel," said Red Eyes. She looked to see six cloth clones, followed by the Cloth Man, in person.
"It's so good to see you again Fallen Angel, and I see that I am interrupting something," said the Cloth Man, as he looks to the naked Red Eyes.
"What? No," said Fallen Angel.
"Uh huh, well anyways I am here for the blade," said the Cloth Man.
"Bless," asked Fallen Angel.
"No. I want Sanctuary. It is assumable that you killed Grave Sinner for that blade, thinking no one would know the better. Don't you think so, Fallen," asked the Cloth Man.
"Hey, cloth dude, can you tell that I am wearing contacts," asked Red Eyes. The Cloth Man looked into Red Eye's eyes. Nothing happened.
"What? Why is it not working," asked Red Eyes.
"It's a vampire trick. Demons can't do that," answered Fallen Angel.
"Well, what are you idiots doing? Grab the angel and the naked guy," commanded the Cloth Man. The cloth clones attacked the two, with three on each one, as the Cloth Man continued to speak. "You beat me once Fallen Angel, but this time I got you beat. Another squad of 200 is on their way, and then another, and another, until this whole place is filled to the brim with them. It is a little spell I picked up, and the only way to stop it is to kill me, but you don't seem to be in any position to do that. No position at all," said the cloth man.
Fallen Angel grinned, before taking a deep breath of air. "What are you doing," asked the Cloth Man.
Fallen then released her breath of inferno upon the Cloth Man, leaving him only enough time to scream, "The Dragon in Disguise!" The Cloth Man slowly burnt into ashes. Then each of the cloth clones, went limp, falling to the ground.
"It looks like... all of them are now just plain harmless cloth. You did it," said Red Eyes.
"Now lets get you dressed," said Fallen Angel, before finding a suit of armor in the manor big enough to fit him.
"Ha! I look like am in the midst of the Middle Ages," said Red Eyes. Now the backfield was filled once more, and it was about to turn 7:00, the time when most vampires would begin to appear.
Bull Dozer approached Fallen Angel, and said, "I suppose my previous plan will not be able to come together, seeing how two of the three henchmen are dead."
"It was a good plan, Bull Dozer, but it was to easy an answer for such a hard problem. The true answer is if we want to fight Obsuritas, we are going to have to work for it. First I suggest we find the last of the three, Voldon Harethes. We are not going to ask him to fight our battles for us, but we are going to ask him to help train us. There is no reason that our clan could not beat Obsuritas. We just need to stay focused and strengthen ourselves. Bull Dozer, do you know where Voldon is," asked Fallen Angel.
"No. I am afraid that I do not," says Bull Dozer.
"But I do," interjects Galfor.
"Where does he live, Galfor," asked Fallen Angel.
"He lives in a realm we could not quite grasp. It is a realm of souls, and their guardians. It is parallel to our own, but at the same time an opening to so much more, miss Fallen Angel. In this realm he has taken a position as a puppet master of sorts, pushing mortals and immortals just a little further than their own limits and morals, just to accomplish his own personal achievements. I know all this because I once was once a similar puppet master. The way to find him involves a sacrifice, unless someone else knows a way into the Soul Realm," said Galfor.
"I do. I will find him," said Fallen Angel. She took Bless out of her purse, holding it tight with in her grasp, and saying, "Bless me as the mighty soul guardian, Ithia."
Her body tensed and formed into the shape of the panther, as she felt a tingling sensation through out her body. Then her vision changed. It did not get any better, nor did it get any worse. It simply changed. She now saw a medley of colors wove into a vast number of translucent funnels. "Fallen Angel, if you have changed successfully, then several paths would be displayed before you. That is the soul energy traveling to the Guardians Platform. The right soul energy is the key to the platform. Find a strong soul, but be warned that if you choose wrong, you may fall and die, or if you choose a soul that is too corrupt it will be painful to tread," said Galfor. Fallen Angel could see that the funnel above Demonica was flaring red, the funnel above Bull Dozer was a light overly translucent pink, the funnel above Rile was surprisingly a strong baby blue, Galfor's was a straight sturdy yellow, and surprisingly the countess, who just entered had none at all.
She proceeded; entering the funnel of Red Eyes, though she was uneasy about the flames she saw earlier covering his body. He seemed plagued with sin then, but now it looks as if he has a completely clean soul, thought Fallen Angel. "That is simple," answered a voice.
Fallen Angel asked, "What? Who? Where?" She wasn't sure who was reading her thoughts this time, but after looking around sharply, she came to two realizations. First she realized that she was no longer climbing through the funnel, in fact this new body allowed her so much speed, that she was already looking across the horizon of a plateau completely channeled of billions, maybe even trillions of different soul energies, all strung as one. The second realization was she was not speaking to a person at all, but another soul guardian. She saw a shining gold dolphin, which stood above the bright yellow funnel of Galfor.
"Ithia, are you alright? It's me, Satto. As for your thoughts on the demon, his body was set a flame with sin, because his body was plagued with sin, but vampires have no souls, so when he became a demon, his soul began fresh, in fact if it was not for his body he could go to heaven. Also I am concerned at your surprise about the common knowledge that all soul guardian's thoughts and spoken words are one in the same. Ithia, where did that soul you were watching go? I hope she is okay," said Satto.
Fallen Angel asked, "I am sorry Satto. Do you know where a certain puppet master might be hiding?"
The dolphins eyes opened wide, as he asked, "Shhh... do you want one of the ancients to hear you?" and then continuing in a whisper, "What is wrong with you today? You know that most puppet masters are cloaked hunched figures. You know that they all work in Soul Orbs, for their own protection from the soul guardians of the very souls that they are attempting to control. Now go find the soul your watching, before you get me in trouble." Fallen nodded, and strode off into the horizon, in search for the puppet master, Voldon Harethes.
Fallen saw wave after wave of soul guardians. She saw beautiful crystallized creatures, ferocious beasts, colorful living symbolic objects, and many others that seemed to mirror the personality of the soul they were guarding. Fallen Angel went along for many miles like this, until she saw a large colorful orb, which struck that word she heard from the dolphin, "Soul Orb." Fallen leaped towards the swirl of colors that projected off from the gorgeous spherical figure. As soon as she hit against the orb, it hurt her with a blitzkrieg of elements. She was burnt, shocked, froze, and splashed. Fallen Angel lay on the floor, quivering.
"What soul guardian dares to interfere with the best puppet master's work," said a voice coming from the bubble.
"Ithia," said Fallen Angel. The voice laughed, and then the orb began to melt onto the floor around her.
"I am William Zelpher. I am the patriarch of all magi, the voyager of all spells, and the best mage, as well as puppet master in the whole damn universe," said man, who stood in the puddle of soul energy, which has shed its spherical form. He wore a cheesy leisure suite, and held a masquerade eyepiece in front of his face.
"You forgot to mention how humble you are, and by the way I have never seen anyone so foolish looking," said Fallen Angel.
"You shall pay for your insolent words, cat," said William Zelpher.
"How did you even get up here, and where is Voldon Harethes," asked Fallen Angel.
"I sacrificed someone who will never get in my way again in order to open the portal here, and ad for Voldon, I will tell you how to find him, only if you can beat me, panther," said William Zelpher. Fallen Angel went for a straight attack to William's abdomen, only to fail, as William Zelpher vanished from her aim, replaced with a pile of bricks. Fallen Angel slammed into the bricks, feeling severe pain.
"This cheap trickery will not be enough to stop me," said Fallen Angel.
"How about this," asked William Zelpher, and then magically turning his one mask, into three, and throwing the two extra he had in opposite directions. The two extra masks lifted into the air, and behind each, a body similar to William's was growing.
"Oh please, you are so pathetic," says Fallen Angel.
"Pathetic... pathetic! Did you just call me pathetic," asked William Zelpher, soon to approach his climax of rage.
Fallen gives a strong smirk, and boasts, "You are absolutely pathetic." William Zelpher was furious.
"I was going to toy with you, but now I am going to finish you off here and now. Listen to the spell that sends guardians to hell:
"Oh, great demon of the merciless Hell,
I ask for your help, in casting this spell.
See this creature that claims to defend,
Her life, with my touch will finally end.
This one shall rest in the ground so deep,
Where this guardian will forever sleep."
William Zelpher touched the pelt of Fallen Angel, which did something unexpected. Fallen Angel collapsed to the floor, and the panther hair fell all off, strand-by-strand. Then, her body changed back to the way she looked before. Fallen Angel then quickly regained consciousness, realizing that this nuisance had allowed her to be in her true form, in this strange realm. "What? This is not suppose to happen," said William.
Fallen Angel grinned, and said, "Oh but it has. You see I am not Ithia. I am Fallen Angel. I am thinking it was a bad idea to cast a soul guardian spell on just a soul. I would say, that by doing so, your foolishness has granted me the soul of a soul guardian in my own right, but still maintaining the body that is my bridge from my realm to this realm. Thank you, because you have saved me an awful amount of work."
Fallen Angel then puts all guilt and regret aside, as she strikes towards William's abdomen with a solid fist. "Ahhhh! My stomach burns! What did you do, you crazy wench," asked William.
"It's called a Singe Jab," informed Fallen Angel, and then taking a swift kick to his inner knee, while applying the same method used for the jab. William fell to the ground in pain, as Fallen placed a hand over William's face, and she didn't even have to think of her father. William Zelpher was a fine thought to make her aggressive enough to perform Flare Face. She just looked down at the pathetic fool, and laughed, as both the embers and the volume of William's cries began to rise steadily.
"Tell me where he is," screamed Fallen Angel.
"Okay. Rumor has it that Voldon Harethes has gone back to the mortal world in search for the right partner. I think the place was called something like Goldail, or Grandton," said William.
"Grandail," asked Fallen Angel.
"Yes! Yes! That's it, Grandail. Now please let me go," said William. Fallen Angel moved her hand to reveal a distorted pitiful face.
William pulled out a mirror, and screamed, "My face! My face! What have you done to my beautiful face?"
Fallen Angel grinned and said, "I did you a favor. I made your outside as wonderful as your inside. It is not my fault your inside is not wonderful at all." Fallen Angel then thought for a moment. "Do you know a fast way to Grandail? I do not have my teleportation book with me. If you do and you get me there, I will heal your face," said Fallen Angel.
William Zelpher looked up at her and said, "The platform has funnels that reach the mortal world too, but we will need transportation... hmm... Oh, Soul Orbs travel even faster than soul guardians. Get close and I will make one." Fallen did so, though keeping a watchful eye open for any of his trickeries. William raised both arms and said, "Form." The puddle of soul energy spiraled around the two, closing in to shape a perfect sphere. The two of them traveled days and days North along the platform.
"So why are you searching for Voldon, anyways Fallen Angel," asked William.
"Well to make a very long story just a little less long, I need vengeance on a man, who killed someone I loved, but the only way my clan can beat him, is if we all are trained by Voldon," said Fallen Angel.
"Oh my god... I did not put the pieces together, but are you the same Fallen Angel who leads the Blood Lust clan," asked William.
"How many Fallen Angels are there," asked Fallen Angel.
William chuckled and said, "you would be surprised, but you are most definitely the first to really represent what the name stands for. You are both beautiful in body, and dark inside. Your hair is a slick white that reminds me of innocence, but innocence fails to describe your personality on any aspect." This arose a deep question in Fallen Angel's mind. Have I really changed that much from my mortal self, she asked herself. Fallen Angel then sighed as she came to a sad realization.
Fallen Angel let out a solid laugh and said, "You know, I find myself always asking myself questions, but you know what, William?"
William first wasn't sure if this was some sort of punishment or trapped, but after a moment he reluctantly asked, "What?"
"I never get an answer, until now, and it hurts. It really hurts," answered Fallen Angel.
In a typical insensitive fashion William suggested, "Maybe you shouldn't ask your self questions."
The rest of the ride was quite silent. The next day, they were above the mortal world's funnels. "Alright, we are here," said William. The orb completely stopped, and then melted into a puddle once more. The two looked around at the nearly endless display of funnels. "Which one will get us to Grandail," asked William.
Fallen Angel sighed, and said, "I know which one, but I wish I didn't, because it means a bitter reunion for me."
William was confused, but again in his classic fashion, "Yeah, so which one?" Fallen Angel gave him an unsettling glare, but then to move on, she pointed to a fiery red funnel, and said that one. The two of them got inside the funnel and slid down.
The funnel led straight to a roof, which looked as if they were going to crash into it, but some how the soul energy of the funnel fazed them through the roof. The two fell onto a couch that Fallen Angel was too familiar with. A voice from the kitchen yelled, "Who is that?" Then entering the room was Fallen Angel's 94-year-old father. "...Bethany, is that really you?" He seemed to be sober. Fallen Angel nodded, as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Bethany, my vision is bad, so I can't really see you, but my smell is still good. You have always smelled just like your mother use too. I am so sorry, Bethany. I have done terrible things in my past, and you use to take the brunt of it," said the old man.
"I... I forgive you, father," blurted out Fallen Angel, as the aches and sours from deep with in her opened back up, and had finally relaxed.
"You shouldn't forgive me, Bethany. I don't deserve it. When you left I fell apart completely, but then one day I just stopped drinking, because even drinking couldn't numb the pain I felt from not being losing both your mother and you. There was a time that I had a gun to my head, but I knew that you were out there somewhere, and that you would come back someday. I love you, Bethany," said the old man, as his wrinkled face ran with tears.
"I love you too, father," said Fallen Angel, before wrapping her arms around the old man. The old man felt the wings behind Fallen Angel's back.
"Bethany, what are these," asked the old man.
"Nothing to concern yourself with, father," answered Fallen Angel.
"Bethany, do you remember the name of your mother," asked the old man.
"Yes, father. Her name was Trinity, right," asked Fallen Angel. The old man nodded.
"I think I will be meeting your mother pretty soon, at least I hope so," said the old man.
"Geese, this guy sure loves to talk," whispered William. Fallen told him to shush.
"What did you say, Bethany? I am afraid my hearing is starting to go too," said the old man. Fallen looked at the bright red funnel above the old man's, and knew that unless something was done, he would go to Hell. Fallen then said "umm... lets pray, father."
Fallen Angel put one hand on her father's shoulder, as he lead in pray, "Dear heavenly father, I seek your forgiveness and I ask you to bless my child, Bethany. I know I have many sins behind me, but I have changed my ways, and ask that you let this old man join you past the pearly gates. I accept Jesus Christ as my savior," said the old man, as Fallen Angel tried healing his soul while it was exposed. She looked at the funnel. It was a powder blue. "Thank you, my daughter," said the old man, just before the funnel faded from view.
"No! Father! Father, please," screamed Fallen, before burying her sobbing face in her dead father's shoulder.