Mythology: Scion
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Chapter 1:- What Was Once Glorious
Oh God the smell. No word in any of the human languages could describe it. The Possessed! They reeked. It wasn’t their physical odor, as if that weren’t bad enough, but rather their spirit, their essence. It was immersed in sin. It was an ability us Angels had, being able to smell a beings essence. One that I could definitely do without! But this, along with many other things, was just Satan’s way of sticking it to us. The ones who had been a thorn in his side for many millennia were finally under his thumb. And this was just another way to remind us. Nevertheless, it’s something I would have to tolerate while out on patrol.
I hated patrolling. I’ve always hated it. Even before my fall. It was only tolerable before because I could zip through the entire planet in under two microseconds. But now, I’d be lucky to make it to the end of the block in less than two minutes. I look down at my watch.
“Eleven-twenty”, I sigh.
This is boring. I look up and I see a young looking couple stumbling drunkenly down the street. Hell, you didn’t need to be an Angel to smell the liquor coming from their breaths. They stray off into an alley. I follow them, but not all the way as to make sure they didn’t see me. I stand at the end of the alley and watch them make out behind a dumpster. It’s kind of interesting to me. How with all of the dangerous things that go on that idiots like these two just decide to screw in the middle of town, in an alley no less.
“You’re so romantic”, I hear the woman whisper to the man.
Really! This is what she considers romantic? A late night fuck behind a stinky dumpster in an alley infested with rats, dirty syringes, and piss covered feces is what she considers romantic? What would she do if he booked a motel room, marry him? I laugh at the sounds of their moans and groans. They sound like two chimps wrestling each other in a mud pit. And their kissing sounds like they’re sucking on an apple.
“Humans”, I say to myself, feeling disgusted and kind of disrespected by what I’m witnessing.
“Ariel”, I hear a man’s voice call from behind me.
I pull my gun out from inside of my pants and torque myself around, pressing the nozzle against the throat of the asshole that would be stupid enough to sneak up behind me. Suddenly, I realize…
“Michael”, I say, feeling relieved, yet embarrassed, that is was him.
He smiles, sensing my embarrassment.
“What are you doing here”, I ask him, placing my gun back inside my jeans.
“Looking for you”, he says.
“Why, something wrong?”
“No, I just…required your company.”
“Required my company”, I ask while not trying to laugh in his face. “Hang out, you mean?”
“Yes.”
I chuckle a bit. You would think that as long as we’ve been here on this planet, he would’ve picked up on the way humans talk. I could never go out in public with him, at least voluntarily. He was just so dorky, but in a gentlemanly way. But that’s Michael, Mr. Belvedere as I always called him.
“Well, you’ve come at the right time”, I say to him, nodding in the direction of the dumpster humpers.
He smiles and looks over at the two.
“What are they doing, he asks me.”
“Having sex, what does it look like?”
“It never ceases to amaze me how creative the humans are.”
“Creative? How do you find that creative? That right there is just lazy.”
“Actually it’s quite creative. People like those two; they become unpleased with doing things normally, so they decide to find new ways of doing them.”
“You’re a perv”, I say to him, feeling disgusted, yet surprised at my brother’s seemingly respect for the disgusting habits of mankind.
He crosses me a smile and looks on at the two. I stare at Michael. Even though he says it’s their creativity he admires, I knew what it really was. It’s their love. Although I wouldn’t describe what these two doing as love. Michael always envied humans because of this. Even though we fell, Michael never strayed from our Father’s rules. He remained obedient even with our Father’s absence. I can see it in his eyes that he longed for human love, but he would never go for it. I smile a bit and turn my attention back to the lovebirds.
“Have you spoken to Auriel”, Michael asks.
I smile, now realizing Michael’s true reason for seeking me out.
“Required my company huh”, I say to him.
He blushes a bit.
“Yes, I talked to him yesterday”, I answer.
“How is he”, Michael asks, beating around the bush.
“He was nearly killed by Azazel, how do you think he feels?”
Michael pauses. “Has he said anything on returning”, he asks.
“I asked”, I respond.
“And”, he asks anxiously.
“He kicked me out of his apartment”, I say. “Guess we can take it as a no, and after what we did, I don’t think I can blame him.”
Michael nods. He looks down, shame in his face.
“Don’t put the blame on yourself big brother, we all played a part”, I say, trying my best to comfort his guilt.
“I know”, he says.
“Cheer up there big guy, he’ll come around, he always does”, I say.
He looks at me and gives a little smile. I smile back and give him a little nudge in the arm. Suddenly, the smell returns. The sinful smell! Stronger and more pungent! I nearly puke from catching a whiff of it. They were near. I look at Michael, he smells it too. We pull out our daggers. Ready for whatever decides to rear it’s ugly ass face.
We look around, but we don’t see anyone. And then, we hear a woman’s scream. It was a terrified, trembling scream. I almost jumped out of my shoes from hearing it. We turn back toward the couple, something was wrong. We run toward the dumpster. The man was missing. The woman was sitting, cowering next to the dumpster. Her face is pale white. She was rambling almost psychotically. I kneel down beside her.
“Calm down, calm down”, I say to her. “What happened?”
She points to further down the alley. Suddenly, we hear the tortured screams of the man. Michael and I sprint down the alley. The man’s screams grow louder. Michael and I finally reach the end of the alley. The man is magically pinned against the wall while a group of hooded assailants surround him. The smell emitting from their bodies is so rank, I can damn near taste it. They’re possessed.
“HEEEEELLLLPPP”, the man screams.
One of the assailants approaches the man. He places his hand against the man’s chest. The man’s screams grow louder, as if his insides were being twisted. They’re trying to possess him. In one swift motion, I yank out my gun, aim it at the torturer, and squeeze the trigger.
BANG!
Blood splatters as the bullet impacts the demon’s wrist. He lets out a growl of pain and he, along with the others, turns their attention towards us.
“Now, now fellas, I know possession is nine-tenths of the law, but come on”, I joke as I place my gun inside my jacket holster.
“Must you always joke”, Michael asks.
“Its part of my charm”, I respond cheekily.
“Angels”, the demon snarls.
The man falls to the floor, seemingly free of the force holding him up against the wall. Like bulls on a bull run, the demons charge at us. I grip my dagger tight. This is gonna be fun. With a grin on my face, I begin slashing away. Michael follows suit. I love fighting alongside Michael. He moves so fast. His style is just so swift and smooth. Sometimes it seems like nothing touches him. And if it does, the punches and kicks just seem to roll off of him. Me, myself, I’m brutal. I take no prisoners. If you’re in my way, you’re dead, plain and simple.
As I take them down, I notice more and more demons appearing from the shadows and into the alley. Something’s not right. They never came at us like this before. I continue hacking away. I look over to the lead demon. Our eyes meet. He knows I’m coming for him next. He bolts into the air and begins scaling up the fire escape.
‘Michael, he’s getting away.”
“Go, I’ll take care of the demons”, Michael says to me.
Without any hesitation, I leap onto the fire escape and give chase. I reach the roof. I look around, but there’s no sign of the demon. I know he’s still here though. I can still smell his stench pouncing around in the air. Suddenly, I feel the blunt, stiff low of a fist go across my cheek. I stumble to the side. The demon doesn’t let up as he rushes me and tackles me to the ground, knocking my dagger out of my hand. He sits on top of me, places his hands around my neck, and begins to squeeze tightly. I struggle to get him off. Finally, I knee him in his soft spot and flip him off of me. It doesn’t matter if you’re facing a demon, angel, a god, or Godzilla, a shot to the nuts always does the trick.
I sit up and get in a kneeling position. I pull out my gun, but the demon rushes over and kicks it out of my hand. I stand up and strike him across his face. He returns with a hard right. Okay, now it’s on. We go at it. Punch after punch, kick after kick, counter after counter, we don’t let up. He’s actually a good fighter for a demon. But he’s not better than me. And I prove this by slamming his evil ass to the ground, hard. Bad mistake! The roof of the warehouse begins to crack.
“Oh shit”, I say, noticing that I just fucked up.
The roof caves in. I hit the floor of the top level with tremendous force.
My ass, I thought to myself while trying to get myself up. As I get to my feet, I look for demon boy. Once again, he has vanished.
“Oh you have got to be kidding me”, I say to myself, pissed at the fact that this demonic bastard keeps disappearing.
Looking around, I see my dagger lying a few feet away. Without giving a thought, I go for it. My hands come just centimeters from it. I can practically feel it. Got it, I think to myself. But instead of grabbing it, I find myself flying past it. What the hell? I keep flying until…
BAM!
My body slams against a pillar in the middle of the room. The demon appears from behind the pillar. Walking slowly, taking his time. In his mind, he’s already won. In my mind I’m thinking, this guy is really pissing me off.
“You know, fifty years ago, I wouldn’t have even dared to square off with you”, he says. “The thought wouldn’t have even crossed my mind. But you see times have changed.”
“Oh great, he’s monologuing”, I say to myself.
“Now we’re in control. Tell me, how does it feel to be on the other side of the stick”, he asks me.
“Depends on the size of the stick”, I respond cockily. “Me personally, I feel bigger is overrated”.
He gives me a slight grin. I reply with a bigger one.
“I like you Ariel”, he says to me.
“I didn’t realize we were on a first name basis”, I respond.
“Oh I know everything about you. Hot, gorgeous body, likes to party, smart-ass attitude, all the things I look for in a lady. I mean, why do you think I took this job?”
Took this job? What the hell did he mean, I thought.
“Glad I can get your blood flowing, but unfortunately, I don’t date demon inbreds.”
“Sorry to hear that”, he says.
He extends his hand out. My dagger flies across the room and lands into his hand.
“I really would’ve loved to see how your insides felt, you know, without me having to cut them out”, he says.
“Sorry to disappoint”, I say. “Viersho”
A sigil appears on my right hand. I slap it on the demon’s face. A bright light begins to emit from his body. Every orifice illuminates. He begins screaming in agony. Suddenly, the body collapses, now free of possession. His hold on me breaks and I fall to the floor.
“Sorry, but my goodies stay in the jar”, I say to the demon free vessel. I sit on the floor, struggling to catch my breath. That’s one thing I hate about that spell, it takes a lot out of me just from incanting it.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The gunshots startle me. I look up. Then I realize. Michael! I grab my dagger and head for the outside.
I burst through the warehouse doors and step outside. I look around. That’s when I notice it. Michael’s body, lying, bleeding, on the ground. I run over to him. I kneel down beside him and lift his head up.
“Michael, Michael”, I say while slapping his face.
His eyes slowly open.
“Michael, what happened”, I ask, panic in my voice.
He tries to speak, but he chokes on his blood.
“Come on, I gotta get you to the others”, I say to him.
He grabs my jacket, preventing me from lifting him up. He places his hand on my face. My body spontaneously tightens. Visions begin flashing through my head. I can barely breathe. It’s so intense, like a supercharged acid trip. So many things! Suddenly, the last image flashes. A young female, beautiful blonde hair, icy blue eyes, bright, wide smile, milky white, porcelain skin! A vision out of a heavenly painting! Suddenly, the flashes end. My body loosens. I try to catch my breath.
“Ed...Eden Palms”, Michael gasps.
"What? Eden Palms?"
"Find her", he says.
I look at him, shock still on my face from the visions.
“Trust no one”, he says.
"Michael, please just hold on okay."
"A...A...A..."
His body gives in. He collapses in my arms. I look on in shock and sorrow as Michael, the eldest and most powerful of all Angels, breathes his last breath. A tear creeps down my cheek as I sit trying to comprehend the events unfolding in front of me. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I begin slapping his face. Maybe he just fainted. Maybe he’s tired.
“Michael, Michael, Michael”, I call out to him.
Suddenly, the slaps turn into punches. He was not going to die on me, not like this. I was going to wake him up one way or the other.
“Michael, Michael.”
It wasn’t working. He was not waking up.
“Michael, Michael, Michael, MICHAEL.”
The tears began to flow. I couldn’t fight them back anymore. I shook his body as hard as I could, but it was too late. He was gone and there was nothing I could do about it.
Oh God the smell. No word in any of the human languages could describe it. The Possessed! They reeked. It wasn’t their physical odor, as if that weren’t bad enough, but rather their spirit, their essence. It was immersed in sin. It was an ability us Angels had, being able to smell a beings essence. One that I could definitely do without! But this, along with many other things, was just Satan’s way of sticking it to us. The ones who had been a thorn in his side for many millennia were finally under his thumb. And this was just another way to remind us. Nevertheless, it’s something I would have to tolerate while out on patrol.
I hated patrolling. I’ve always hated it. Even before my fall. It was only tolerable before because I could zip through the entire planet in under two microseconds. But now, I’d be lucky to make it to the end of the block in less than two minutes. I look down at my watch.
“Eleven-twenty”, I sigh.
This is boring. I look up and I see a young looking couple stumbling drunkenly down the street. Hell, you didn’t need to be an Angel to smell the liquor coming from their breaths. They stray off into an alley. I follow them, but not all the way as to make sure they didn’t see me. I stand at the end of the alley and watch them make out behind a dumpster. It’s kind of interesting to me. How with all of the dangerous things that go on that idiots like these two just decide to screw in the middle of town, in an alley no less.
“You’re so romantic”, I hear the woman whisper to the man.
Really! This is what she considers romantic? A late night fuck behind a stinky dumpster in an alley infested with rats, dirty syringes, and piss covered feces is what she considers romantic? What would she do if he booked a motel room, marry him? I laugh at the sounds of their moans and groans. They sound like two chimps wrestling each other in a mud pit. And their kissing sounds like they’re sucking on an apple.
“Humans”, I say to myself, feeling disgusted and kind of disrespected by what I’m witnessing.
“Ariel”, I hear a man’s voice call from behind me.
I pull my gun out from inside of my pants and torque myself around, pressing the nozzle against the throat of the asshole that would be stupid enough to sneak up behind me. Suddenly, I realize…
“Michael”, I say, feeling relieved, yet embarrassed, that is was him.
He smiles, sensing my embarrassment.
“What are you doing here”, I ask him, placing my gun back inside my jeans.
“Looking for you”, he says.
“Why, something wrong?”
“No, I just…required your company.”
“Required my company”, I ask while not trying to laugh in his face. “Hang out, you mean?”
“Yes.”
I chuckle a bit. You would think that as long as we’ve been here on this planet, he would’ve picked up on the way humans talk. I could never go out in public with him, at least voluntarily. He was just so dorky, but in a gentlemanly way. But that’s Michael, Mr. Belvedere as I always called him.
“Well, you’ve come at the right time”, I say to him, nodding in the direction of the dumpster humpers.
He smiles and looks over at the two.
“What are they doing, he asks me.”
“Having sex, what does it look like?”
“It never ceases to amaze me how creative the humans are.”
“Creative? How do you find that creative? That right there is just lazy.”
“Actually it’s quite creative. People like those two; they become unpleased with doing things normally, so they decide to find new ways of doing them.”
“You’re a perv”, I say to him, feeling disgusted, yet surprised at my brother’s seemingly respect for the disgusting habits of mankind.
He crosses me a smile and looks on at the two. I stare at Michael. Even though he says it’s their creativity he admires, I knew what it really was. It’s their love. Although I wouldn’t describe what these two doing as love. Michael always envied humans because of this. Even though we fell, Michael never strayed from our Father’s rules. He remained obedient even with our Father’s absence. I can see it in his eyes that he longed for human love, but he would never go for it. I smile a bit and turn my attention back to the lovebirds.
“Have you spoken to Auriel”, Michael asks.
I smile, now realizing Michael’s true reason for seeking me out.
“Required my company huh”, I say to him.
He blushes a bit.
“Yes, I talked to him yesterday”, I answer.
“How is he”, Michael asks, beating around the bush.
“He was nearly killed by Azazel, how do you think he feels?”
Michael pauses. “Has he said anything on returning”, he asks.
“I asked”, I respond.
“And”, he asks anxiously.
“He kicked me out of his apartment”, I say. “Guess we can take it as a no, and after what we did, I don’t think I can blame him.”
Michael nods. He looks down, shame in his face.
“Don’t put the blame on yourself big brother, we all played a part”, I say, trying my best to comfort his guilt.
“I know”, he says.
“Cheer up there big guy, he’ll come around, he always does”, I say.
He looks at me and gives a little smile. I smile back and give him a little nudge in the arm. Suddenly, the smell returns. The sinful smell! Stronger and more pungent! I nearly puke from catching a whiff of it. They were near. I look at Michael, he smells it too. We pull out our daggers. Ready for whatever decides to rear it’s ugly ass face.
We look around, but we don’t see anyone. And then, we hear a woman’s scream. It was a terrified, trembling scream. I almost jumped out of my shoes from hearing it. We turn back toward the couple, something was wrong. We run toward the dumpster. The man was missing. The woman was sitting, cowering next to the dumpster. Her face is pale white. She was rambling almost psychotically. I kneel down beside her.
“Calm down, calm down”, I say to her. “What happened?”
She points to further down the alley. Suddenly, we hear the tortured screams of the man. Michael and I sprint down the alley. The man’s screams grow louder. Michael and I finally reach the end of the alley. The man is magically pinned against the wall while a group of hooded assailants surround him. The smell emitting from their bodies is so rank, I can damn near taste it. They’re possessed.
“HEEEEELLLLPPP”, the man screams.
One of the assailants approaches the man. He places his hand against the man’s chest. The man’s screams grow louder, as if his insides were being twisted. They’re trying to possess him. In one swift motion, I yank out my gun, aim it at the torturer, and squeeze the trigger.
BANG!
Blood splatters as the bullet impacts the demon’s wrist. He lets out a growl of pain and he, along with the others, turns their attention towards us.
“Now, now fellas, I know possession is nine-tenths of the law, but come on”, I joke as I place my gun inside my jacket holster.
“Must you always joke”, Michael asks.
“Its part of my charm”, I respond cheekily.
“Angels”, the demon snarls.
The man falls to the floor, seemingly free of the force holding him up against the wall. Like bulls on a bull run, the demons charge at us. I grip my dagger tight. This is gonna be fun. With a grin on my face, I begin slashing away. Michael follows suit. I love fighting alongside Michael. He moves so fast. His style is just so swift and smooth. Sometimes it seems like nothing touches him. And if it does, the punches and kicks just seem to roll off of him. Me, myself, I’m brutal. I take no prisoners. If you’re in my way, you’re dead, plain and simple.
As I take them down, I notice more and more demons appearing from the shadows and into the alley. Something’s not right. They never came at us like this before. I continue hacking away. I look over to the lead demon. Our eyes meet. He knows I’m coming for him next. He bolts into the air and begins scaling up the fire escape.
‘Michael, he’s getting away.”
“Go, I’ll take care of the demons”, Michael says to me.
Without any hesitation, I leap onto the fire escape and give chase. I reach the roof. I look around, but there’s no sign of the demon. I know he’s still here though. I can still smell his stench pouncing around in the air. Suddenly, I feel the blunt, stiff low of a fist go across my cheek. I stumble to the side. The demon doesn’t let up as he rushes me and tackles me to the ground, knocking my dagger out of my hand. He sits on top of me, places his hands around my neck, and begins to squeeze tightly. I struggle to get him off. Finally, I knee him in his soft spot and flip him off of me. It doesn’t matter if you’re facing a demon, angel, a god, or Godzilla, a shot to the nuts always does the trick.
I sit up and get in a kneeling position. I pull out my gun, but the demon rushes over and kicks it out of my hand. I stand up and strike him across his face. He returns with a hard right. Okay, now it’s on. We go at it. Punch after punch, kick after kick, counter after counter, we don’t let up. He’s actually a good fighter for a demon. But he’s not better than me. And I prove this by slamming his evil ass to the ground, hard. Bad mistake! The roof of the warehouse begins to crack.
“Oh shit”, I say, noticing that I just fucked up.
The roof caves in. I hit the floor of the top level with tremendous force.
My ass, I thought to myself while trying to get myself up. As I get to my feet, I look for demon boy. Once again, he has vanished.
“Oh you have got to be kidding me”, I say to myself, pissed at the fact that this demonic bastard keeps disappearing.
Looking around, I see my dagger lying a few feet away. Without giving a thought, I go for it. My hands come just centimeters from it. I can practically feel it. Got it, I think to myself. But instead of grabbing it, I find myself flying past it. What the hell? I keep flying until…
BAM!
My body slams against a pillar in the middle of the room. The demon appears from behind the pillar. Walking slowly, taking his time. In his mind, he’s already won. In my mind I’m thinking, this guy is really pissing me off.
“You know, fifty years ago, I wouldn’t have even dared to square off with you”, he says. “The thought wouldn’t have even crossed my mind. But you see times have changed.”
“Oh great, he’s monologuing”, I say to myself.
“Now we’re in control. Tell me, how does it feel to be on the other side of the stick”, he asks me.
“Depends on the size of the stick”, I respond cockily. “Me personally, I feel bigger is overrated”.
He gives me a slight grin. I reply with a bigger one.
“I like you Ariel”, he says to me.
“I didn’t realize we were on a first name basis”, I respond.
“Oh I know everything about you. Hot, gorgeous body, likes to party, smart-ass attitude, all the things I look for in a lady. I mean, why do you think I took this job?”
Took this job? What the hell did he mean, I thought.
“Glad I can get your blood flowing, but unfortunately, I don’t date demon inbreds.”
“Sorry to hear that”, he says.
He extends his hand out. My dagger flies across the room and lands into his hand.
“I really would’ve loved to see how your insides felt, you know, without me having to cut them out”, he says.
“Sorry to disappoint”, I say. “Viersho”
A sigil appears on my right hand. I slap it on the demon’s face. A bright light begins to emit from his body. Every orifice illuminates. He begins screaming in agony. Suddenly, the body collapses, now free of possession. His hold on me breaks and I fall to the floor.
“Sorry, but my goodies stay in the jar”, I say to the demon free vessel. I sit on the floor, struggling to catch my breath. That’s one thing I hate about that spell, it takes a lot out of me just from incanting it.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The gunshots startle me. I look up. Then I realize. Michael! I grab my dagger and head for the outside.
I burst through the warehouse doors and step outside. I look around. That’s when I notice it. Michael’s body, lying, bleeding, on the ground. I run over to him. I kneel down beside him and lift his head up.
“Michael, Michael”, I say while slapping his face.
His eyes slowly open.
“Michael, what happened”, I ask, panic in my voice.
He tries to speak, but he chokes on his blood.
“Come on, I gotta get you to the others”, I say to him.
He grabs my jacket, preventing me from lifting him up. He places his hand on my face. My body spontaneously tightens. Visions begin flashing through my head. I can barely breathe. It’s so intense, like a supercharged acid trip. So many things! Suddenly, the last image flashes. A young female, beautiful blonde hair, icy blue eyes, bright, wide smile, milky white, porcelain skin! A vision out of a heavenly painting! Suddenly, the flashes end. My body loosens. I try to catch my breath.
“Ed...Eden Palms”, Michael gasps.
"What? Eden Palms?"
"Find her", he says.
I look at him, shock still on my face from the visions.
“Trust no one”, he says.
"Michael, please just hold on okay."
"A...A...A..."
His body gives in. He collapses in my arms. I look on in shock and sorrow as Michael, the eldest and most powerful of all Angels, breathes his last breath. A tear creeps down my cheek as I sit trying to comprehend the events unfolding in front of me. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I begin slapping his face. Maybe he just fainted. Maybe he’s tired.
“Michael, Michael, Michael”, I call out to him.
Suddenly, the slaps turn into punches. He was not going to die on me, not like this. I was going to wake him up one way or the other.
“Michael, Michael.”
It wasn’t working. He was not waking up.
“Michael, Michael, Michael, MICHAEL.”
The tears began to flow. I couldn’t fight them back anymore. I shook his body as hard as I could, but it was too late. He was gone and there was nothing I could do about it.
