Angels Under Fire(Madeline)

So far, sense the ending of my seven years of gaining different knowledge across the world, I have been quite productive. I have infiltrated the uninfiltratable Belarus, I have assimilated minds to commit familcide, and so much more. But apparently, as I was prepared to hurl this current vessel's body of a building Iwas met with a Devine Intervention among my plans. Angels. I am not sure from what pantheon they are. They don't tell me. They just stopped my while I was walking down a dark alley, really late at night. They just float above me, in the body of a thirty five year old man. They float above me, wearing white shimmering armor and their high and mighty altruism on their sleeves. It disgusts me to the core. "You are filled with unimaginable evil. You have commited every act imaginable. This will not stand. You must face damnation."

There were approximately 3 of them. Three angels. All of them filled with a horrible amount of heroism. Since of duty and loyalty to whatever God they have. But even angles still have consciousness. I get on my knees and put my hands up "I surrender. Kill me." They all looked at each other, exchanging glances as if they had seen something extraordinary. The one in the middle had her sword drawn. The other two, who appeared to be lackeys, stood behind her. She came closer to me. As she did so, I focused. Focused my mind on her. I was beginning my usual telepathic invasion on someone's subconscious. And her's was fighting it. Fighting it hard. As she came closer she raised her sword.

Too late.

I was in. I had her body. She was me. I was her. I looked at my other self. Smiling. I slashed the great sword down, slamming into the other me's head, chopping it in half, ending in the neck. I turned to the others. They nod to one another. "It is over."
I smile. Unbeknownst to myself, my new wings began to blackened. My skin becomes paler. . " No. It is far from over." I pull out the sword. I have had plenty of training with melee weapons. They draw their short swords and shields. They were wearing armor over their faces, but I could tell they were pissed. "How dare you take our sister!" One of them looked very uncomfortable. He turned towards his companion. "I sense...another sinister creature. A demon. I must go find it. You take care of this." He flew away. Next thing I know, our swords clashed, begging our battle.

Cigarette smoke filled the air, loud music played throughout the dimly lit bar through an old yet rather expensive sound system. A fiery red head sat at the end of the bar and looked over the sea of hopeless souls, each looking for any way to drown their sorrows. These distraught individuals came to this bar with the hopes of finding some semblance to their dismal lives. A rather sinister smile found its way on to the red heads face as she took in a deep breath of the filthy air, only it wasn’t the smell of cigarettes or alcohol that she smelled, no, She could smell their despiration and it was a sweet and intoxicating aroma.

A metal hand reached out and grabbed a hold of the small glass of rum before it. The glass slowly frosted over and the mysterious woman brought it up to her lips to take a sip of the savory liquid that rested at the bottom of the glass. A young brunette stood behind the bar, visibly nervous from being in such close proximity to the red headed woman. Amber eyes peered over the rim of the glass and locked on to the anxious young woman. Madeline raised the glass in the female bartenders direction and flashed her a smile that sent shivers down the poor girls spine.

The demon goddess and sole ruler of Arcadia downed her drink and continued to look around the bar. She had come here to command her champion to take of some business on her behalf and chose to stay a little while longer to bathe in the sea of despair that was this bar. Despite some of the more lively patrons running about, Madeline could feel the weight of their failures and longing of greatness dragging them down. Although Madeline relished in the putrid stench of depression and the potential killing she could make by offering up contracts to everyone in the bar, the goddess was a busy person and had other things planed for today.

It wasn’t often these days that Madeline left her club in Canada, but this visit to the states was going to serve two purposes. The first order of business was having Penny take care of some business for her, and the other was going to be a trip to New York to check in on a very special individual….Her daughter. Madeline had been keeping close tabs on the young girl she left behind in New York. She was making quite the name for herself, and it was something that the demon queen wanted to see first hand.

Blowing the brunette waitress playful kiss, Madeline rose from her seat and with the snap of her fingers vanished in a flash of fire. The goddess was reappear several blocks away from the bar. Reaching into the inner breast pocket of her jacket, Madeline would pull out a pair of gold framed aviators and slip them over her eyes. Penny’s bar was so dimly lit that it felt as though the sun was stabbing Madeline in the eyes. Luckily the sunglasses helped with the sun, but they did nothing to protect her from having all the fun sucked out of her day as she felt a very annoying presence closing in on her position and fast.

The armored individual would arrive only to be met with Madeline’s outstretched hand, her index finger extended, signaling for the being to remain silent. “Dear, before you go opening your mouth, know that I was in a good mood until just now. So please, for your sake I suggest you choose your next words and actions very carefully.”

The fight I was engaging in was not going as I hoped. As excellent as I considered myself in swordplay, I was almost no match for the much more experienced Angel warrior. He pounded through my defenses, and his own was almost impenetrable, blocking everything I had with either his sword or his shield. At best I was holding my own. I had no choice. Assimilating him is out of the question. I was close to reaching my max before it would hurt all my vessels. And there was not much opportunity for running. “You are weak! Unhand her at once, foul body snatcher!”
”Fuck you.”
Just then, he stopped. The enemy stopped assaulting me, and looked in the direction of his companion. “I am sensing…power from her.” He turned to me. This is not over. You are easy pickings, and there is a greater evil that must be dealt with.” He hurriedly rushed to his companion. They both had their weapons up, and stances of determination. They came after me because I was a bad boy. Now they are upon this young woman. And they left me. She muss be pretty powerful. She also must have a view on the world similar to me. She looked cocky. They looked scared. She was definitely powerful. I floated there, and looked onward, hoping to get a beautiful l look on what was to come for these so called “Bringers of Light”.

A very loud sigh escaped the demon queen’s lips as the armored figure was joined by another. It was as if this universe was out to ruin the perfectly good day she had been having. With a slight shrug of her shoulders, Madeline turned her back on the two heavenly beings and began to walk away. The two wannabe angels must have taken offense to this because the first one has swiftly floated past Madeline and attempted to block her path. The forgotten goddess of war stopped dead in her tracks, not because the being posed a threat, but rather because she was past her limits. She had given the holy figure a chance to leave her alone and her words were not heeded.

Madeline’s amber eyes peered over the rim of her sunglasses and dead into the very essence of the figures being. A shiny metal hand slipped out of her jacket pocket and slowly raised to the sky. Both of the angels took this as an obvious threat and entered a defensive stat, trying to prepare for whatever the fiendish woman had up her sleeve. Two metal fingers snapped together and on command several flaming portals tore open around the angels, there were four to be exact. Within seconds a demon would crawl out of each of the portals. Their flesh matched the same red hue as their queens hair, they bore large horns atop their heads and sported four very muscular arms each holding onto a brilliantly crafted weapon.

These demons were known as Madeline’s keepers. They weren’t as strong as some of the other demons that called Arcadia home, but they were formidable in their own right, and in this moment, their queen deemed them more than enough to take care of the two foolish angels. “Do try not to harm them to much, they could make for excellent additions to my collection.” she commanded to her demons before stepping out of the way and allowing her lovely beasts to handle business.