It had been some time she had sensed the presence of of one of her kin but she had been unable to resist the call, drawing her away from the guild castle and further out into the mountains. The cold had no effect on her due to the guild tattoo and by now she was more than capable of flying through the frigid weather. Her slayer senses were as keen as ever and easily aided her in finding her way through the terrain and she could tell from a great distance as to who this particular angel was. There was only one who could give off such a powerful aura from such range, her father and leader of the heavens. It had been so long since the witch had seen him in the flesh, decades, centuries, millennia, it was so difficult to tell due to her time stuck in that god forsaken prison. She was uncertain as to why he would decide that now was the time to make an appearance on the earth but it was clearly not just a social call. His paranoia had been ridiculous, even before her imprisonment so he would surely only have become worse by now?
She would not be alone for this meeting, however, as her loyal and most trusted companion would be flying by her side. Dressed in her usual maid outfit, her enormous axe bound tightly to her back would be Armina, Medeia’s maid and fellow angel. Medeia had been somewhat reluctant to bring her along for this reunion but had been convinced otherwise by her maid, who had claimed to have questions of her own to ask the king of the angels. For once, the buxom, purple haired beauty was not her normal cheerful self and instead wore a far harder expression, expecting a fight. It was only to be expected, the witch mused but still, it was a surprising attitude for the normally high spirited maid. The presence of her companion was somewhat of a comfort to the witch and a glance would briefly pass between the two of them, a look of companionship and more. Their bond had become so tight knit, after centuries together, both before and after their forced separation.
Eventually, the pair of angels would come across a clearing in the mountains and in the centre would stand a sole figure, bright white coloured wings forming out of his back, dressed in white and yellow robes. His eyes would turn towards them, the moment they came into view, challenging them from the second that they could make eye contact. He was an elderly looking figure, with white hair and a wrinkled complexion. However, his piercing blue eyed gaze could not have seemed any different, youthful and alive. There was certainly life in this old dog yet. He made no effort to stop them from landing nor did he attack but simply watched and waited.
Medeia would soon descend, followed by her maid, with the pair of them landing on the snowy ground gently without any problem. Where as the witch would remain weapon less, Armina would instantly place one hand on her axe, however, with just a simple look from her mistress, she would desist and simply fold her arms across her bountiful bosom although the look in her eyes was one that was just waiting for the chance of battle. Her mistress was not quite so eager to engage though and Medeia was somewhat curious as to why the old buzzard had decided to come. Yet, she was by no means foolish enough to remain unprotected and as as she stood there, a plan of attack was already beginning to form in her mind.
“I knew that you would come if I waited long enough,” he would say, his voice gruff, “You never could say no to a chance of harming our kind, could you? I suppose I should be thankful that you brought along that lustful whore alone with you as well,” motioning toward Armina, “She has broken a fair few laws herself by coming down here and serving you once more. Her departure from the heavens, unlike yours, was not with my approval although perhaps it is better that she spend her days down here with you. You are so alike, after all, depraved pieces of filth who deserve nothing better than to rot down here on this pitiful world. Disgraces to our kind, both of you.”
“Well, hello to you too, father,” Medeia would answer evenly, “It is nice to see that you are still a complete ass hole, even after all this time. You must forgive us If we do not bow to his holiness but your name means as much to us as dog faeces do. Your rules and sentences no longer apply to us and you can fly back off to the heavens and dwell on that. Do not waste our time with your pathetic insults and get to the point, as we have no time to spend dealing with a bitter old trilobite such as yourself. Say what you came to say.”
“You speak to Mathias, your father and king of the angels in such a way?” the male replied, bristling with anger and taking on a more aggressive stance, “I have come to do my duty, one that those that I previously sent were unable to do. I sent down Anete to try and reason with you and what happens? She comes back to us, begging us to spare you after you have intercourse with her in the middle of a battlefield? You slaughter Angelicae and destroy one of our most prestigious places of worship just to satisfy your own desire for vengeance?! You even manage to convince Armina here to betray us and follow you again? What do you expect me to do?”
“You had sex with her in the middle of that massive guild job where we reunited?” Armina cut in suddenly, unable to stop herself from smiling for a moment, despite the situation, “You never cease to amaze me, mistress.”
“Armina, hush,” Medeia answered simply, although a devilish smirk would cross her features as well for a moment, before turning to Mathias, “You sent them down here because you lacked the courage to do it yourself. Anete and I had been lovers and it was obvious that my gifts were infinitely more suited than yours. It was a stupid mistake on your part to send her to fight with me. I will say this though, you need to treat her better as she was far more honest with me than I bet she has ever been with you. As for Angelicae, she deserved her fate by attacking me in such a way, she drew first blood and should have stayed away from the castle. You only have yourself to blame for your poor judgement.”
“I have had enough of your deviousness and perversion, Priya and it ends now. I will defeat you both here and bind you at opposite ends of this world, doomed to spend your days in an endless hell of silence and darkness. There will be no mortal able to release you this time and you can spend the rest of time repenting for your sins. I would have been lenient with Armina and simply had her return to her former function but she no longer deserves to walk the halls of the heavens…”
“Former function?” the maid would suddenly shout, her face contorting with rage, “You believe that treating me like that was fair?!” The purple haired woman would draw her axe and take a step forward, “You kept me locked away in a room, forced to pleasure you and the other male angels, for the sake of your own perverse nature. You call us depraved but you are the worst of all, Mathias?! I would rather be bound in a prison of nothingness then return to that hell. I am where I want to be, beside my mistress and that is where I will remain until the end of time. I will kill you for all of those years that you forcibly kept us apart.”
There was suddenly an explosion of magical energy but it did not come from Armina, no, it came from Medeia, as her magic suddenly burst into life. The witch’s body would begin to change and a piercing scream would leave her lips as her takeover came into life. Mathias would take a step back although Armina would take a step forward, standing by her mistress's side. When the purple aura vanished, Medeia would be gone and instead replaced by her Priya form, one that all three of the angel’s would recognise.
“That was the fate that Armina had to suffer?” Medeia would say, her voice far deeper due to the takeover, “Forced to be your bitch, Mathias?” She was absolutely livid and would stretch her wings out to their full capacity. “You dare to mistreat my maid in such a way? She and I have been together since before we even knew what it meant to be together and you took out your frustrations on her. You pitiful coward. You lock me aware in that desert prison while having your way with my most trusted partner? Forget conversation and forget compromise. Your fate is sealed, Mathias. I will rip every piece of skin from your body and scatter your corpse across this mountainside. There will be no resurrection for you and this will all come to an end. No more of your minions, no more traps and no more of your pathetic schemes. If I ever see another angel who claims to be one of yours then I will fly up there and bring the heavens down.”
“I knew that it would come to this and I am more than ready,” Mathias would reply, raising a hand and sending a bolt of light into the sky. After a few moments, the sound of swords could be heard and from the sky would come half a dozen angelic soldiers, prepared for battle.
Medeia was about to engage them but Armina would instead say, “Leave them to me, Mistress. It has been a while since I was last able to cut loose and I am dying to have swing my axe around for a while. Deal with Mathias, while I get rid of his pawns.” Smiling for a moment, she would gently lean in and kiss Medeia on the cheek, before adding, “I will expect you to repay me later though.” Before the witch could answer with a witty retort, the maid would leap into the air and charge into the group of soldiers, swinging her axe and chains in all directions, having her fun with the peons.
Leaving just the two elder angels, Medeia would utter a spell, which would surround herself with blood armour, before kissing her hand, to increase her magical power. It had all come down to this. Finally her chance to put her past where it belonged and to move on with her life. In truth, her experiences on the earth had somewhat dulled her hatred for her fellow angels and the bonds that she had begun to forge with others had somewhat changed her perspective. Jennifer, Sakura, Gisen, she had become close with all three of them and despite the fact that not all of these relationships were genuine, that did not mean that her interactions with them had not changed her in some ways. At times she felt almost human, which was baffling to say the least.
Summoning her whip into her hand, the fallen angel would unleash a mighty crack and send the purple strand out towards her father. Ready for such an attack, he would create a shield of light to defend himself, before launching an attack with his hand, a bolt of holy light that Medeia would counter by creating a blood shield of her own. A tactful start but she did not expect a war of fists with him. He would then raise a hand to the sky, which would result in a barrage of bolts that would fly down in an attempt to strike the mage. Reacting quickly, she would briefly disappear, turning to sand and evading the blow, before reforming behind Mathias and striking at him with a claw attack, which he was simply too slow to evade, striking him and causing his arm to erupt with blood. As he winced and stepped back, she would then fire a ball of gold, which would strike him and turn him into solid gold, leaving him to briefly suffer the same fate as she had been forced too, in a world of darkness and silence.
An explosion of light would suddenly appear and Mathias would break out of the spell, although he did seem a little taken aback by the strength of Medeia’s spells. He would place a hand over his chest and cause himself to briefly glow and surround himself in an armour, quite similar to the witch’s, before creating a sword of holy light, as well as a shield. With a battle cry, he would then charge down towards the fallen angel but with a small smile, Medeia would simply open her mouth and unleash a powerful blast of sand, that would score a direct hit on him and force him backwards, causing him to slam into one of his troops above and allowing Armina to fly in and deliver a powerful blow with her axe, sending both Mathias and the soldier crashing to the snowy ground.
“Nice teamwork, Mistress,” The maid would say, dodging a blow from one of the soldiers, before countering with a vicious slash which almost cut him half, sending blood everywhere and causing Armina to giggle with bloodlust. “Oh, I am loving this, I hope you are too,” Armina added, before flying back into the fray.
Turning her gaze away from her maid, Medeia would turn to see Mathias getting up, breathing a little heavily, with a massive crack in his armour. “Not yet, I refuse to go down so easily. Not to you, not ever. Without me, this world as we know it will cease to exist and become just a wasteland. Law and order would cease to exist in the skies above, which would only lead to that fate down here. Do you not understand? You must not be allowed to roam free, regardless of what it takes. That is the simplicity of it, Priya. I cannot let your reign of terror continue.”
“My name is Medeia and I suggest that you remember it, for the few moments that you have left anyway,” the witch would answer, “What you fail to realise is that the Priya you once knew is now simply a part of me. No matter how many times I have explained that to your minions, they still say the same.”
Raising both hands to the sky, Medeia would create a pair of whirlwinds, one of sand, one of angelic power, which would combine together and lift Mathias into the air, inflicting heavy damage and stopping him from moving. She would then unleash a powerful bolt of angelic purple energy that would charge towards his immobile form and catch him in the chest, before creating a bow and firing a powerful arrow, striking him in the skull. It was a brutal but effective combination and when the whirlwinds faded, the king of the angels would collapse to the floor in a heap.
Slowly, she would then walk over to his fallen body and gaze down at his broken form. He was bleeding from every orifice and the look in his eyes were glazed over, his breathing shallow. His armour and weapons vanished into nothing and the fight was gone from his eyes. It was all over and it seemed that even he had realised it. The paranoia was gone from his expression and he looked up at her as though it was the first time he had ever seen her properly. There was no anger or distrust any more, just the realisation that he had been defeated.
“Congratulations Medeia,” he would say, “It seems that you have become powerful enough to defeat even me and for that, I admit that I am somewhat surprised. I had no idea that you were quite that formidable but I suppose I deserve this fate for having been so blind. You have earned you and your maid’s freedom and you have my word that we will no longer hunt you. Do as you like, my daughter. All I ask is that you put aside your vendetta against us, now that you have beaten me. I was wrong to imprison you, as I was to treat Armina in such a way. You have made your point and achieved what you wanted. All that is left to do is for you to finish me. I will not revive as I no longer have any desire to live. Do it.”
Without saying a word, Medeia would simply draw her bow and pull the string back, aiming the arrow for her father’s heart, before unleashing it and ending her father’s life. After a few moments, his body would erupt into a massive burst of angelic energy which would reach out to the heavens and cause the snowy ground to shake and then...all was quiet.
When the light dispersed, only Medeia and Armina remained and as the bloody maid flew down beside the witch, she would simply smile, as would Medeia after a few moments. Their mission was over and so was their family feud.
“What do we do now, Mistress?” Armina would eventually ask, gazing towards the witch.
With a chuckle, the witch would gently take the maid into her arms and some rather different sounds would soon be heard as the pair celebrated their victory. Who knew where their path would lead them but one thing was for certain, they would follow it together, till the end of time.
(3020 Words)
She would not be alone for this meeting, however, as her loyal and most trusted companion would be flying by her side. Dressed in her usual maid outfit, her enormous axe bound tightly to her back would be Armina, Medeia’s maid and fellow angel. Medeia had been somewhat reluctant to bring her along for this reunion but had been convinced otherwise by her maid, who had claimed to have questions of her own to ask the king of the angels. For once, the buxom, purple haired beauty was not her normal cheerful self and instead wore a far harder expression, expecting a fight. It was only to be expected, the witch mused but still, it was a surprising attitude for the normally high spirited maid. The presence of her companion was somewhat of a comfort to the witch and a glance would briefly pass between the two of them, a look of companionship and more. Their bond had become so tight knit, after centuries together, both before and after their forced separation.
Eventually, the pair of angels would come across a clearing in the mountains and in the centre would stand a sole figure, bright white coloured wings forming out of his back, dressed in white and yellow robes. His eyes would turn towards them, the moment they came into view, challenging them from the second that they could make eye contact. He was an elderly looking figure, with white hair and a wrinkled complexion. However, his piercing blue eyed gaze could not have seemed any different, youthful and alive. There was certainly life in this old dog yet. He made no effort to stop them from landing nor did he attack but simply watched and waited.
Medeia would soon descend, followed by her maid, with the pair of them landing on the snowy ground gently without any problem. Where as the witch would remain weapon less, Armina would instantly place one hand on her axe, however, with just a simple look from her mistress, she would desist and simply fold her arms across her bountiful bosom although the look in her eyes was one that was just waiting for the chance of battle. Her mistress was not quite so eager to engage though and Medeia was somewhat curious as to why the old buzzard had decided to come. Yet, she was by no means foolish enough to remain unprotected and as as she stood there, a plan of attack was already beginning to form in her mind.
“I knew that you would come if I waited long enough,” he would say, his voice gruff, “You never could say no to a chance of harming our kind, could you? I suppose I should be thankful that you brought along that lustful whore alone with you as well,” motioning toward Armina, “She has broken a fair few laws herself by coming down here and serving you once more. Her departure from the heavens, unlike yours, was not with my approval although perhaps it is better that she spend her days down here with you. You are so alike, after all, depraved pieces of filth who deserve nothing better than to rot down here on this pitiful world. Disgraces to our kind, both of you.”
“Well, hello to you too, father,” Medeia would answer evenly, “It is nice to see that you are still a complete ass hole, even after all this time. You must forgive us If we do not bow to his holiness but your name means as much to us as dog faeces do. Your rules and sentences no longer apply to us and you can fly back off to the heavens and dwell on that. Do not waste our time with your pathetic insults and get to the point, as we have no time to spend dealing with a bitter old trilobite such as yourself. Say what you came to say.”
“You speak to Mathias, your father and king of the angels in such a way?” the male replied, bristling with anger and taking on a more aggressive stance, “I have come to do my duty, one that those that I previously sent were unable to do. I sent down Anete to try and reason with you and what happens? She comes back to us, begging us to spare you after you have intercourse with her in the middle of a battlefield? You slaughter Angelicae and destroy one of our most prestigious places of worship just to satisfy your own desire for vengeance?! You even manage to convince Armina here to betray us and follow you again? What do you expect me to do?”
“You had sex with her in the middle of that massive guild job where we reunited?” Armina cut in suddenly, unable to stop herself from smiling for a moment, despite the situation, “You never cease to amaze me, mistress.”
“Armina, hush,” Medeia answered simply, although a devilish smirk would cross her features as well for a moment, before turning to Mathias, “You sent them down here because you lacked the courage to do it yourself. Anete and I had been lovers and it was obvious that my gifts were infinitely more suited than yours. It was a stupid mistake on your part to send her to fight with me. I will say this though, you need to treat her better as she was far more honest with me than I bet she has ever been with you. As for Angelicae, she deserved her fate by attacking me in such a way, she drew first blood and should have stayed away from the castle. You only have yourself to blame for your poor judgement.”
“I have had enough of your deviousness and perversion, Priya and it ends now. I will defeat you both here and bind you at opposite ends of this world, doomed to spend your days in an endless hell of silence and darkness. There will be no mortal able to release you this time and you can spend the rest of time repenting for your sins. I would have been lenient with Armina and simply had her return to her former function but she no longer deserves to walk the halls of the heavens…”
“Former function?” the maid would suddenly shout, her face contorting with rage, “You believe that treating me like that was fair?!” The purple haired woman would draw her axe and take a step forward, “You kept me locked away in a room, forced to pleasure you and the other male angels, for the sake of your own perverse nature. You call us depraved but you are the worst of all, Mathias?! I would rather be bound in a prison of nothingness then return to that hell. I am where I want to be, beside my mistress and that is where I will remain until the end of time. I will kill you for all of those years that you forcibly kept us apart.”
There was suddenly an explosion of magical energy but it did not come from Armina, no, it came from Medeia, as her magic suddenly burst into life. The witch’s body would begin to change and a piercing scream would leave her lips as her takeover came into life. Mathias would take a step back although Armina would take a step forward, standing by her mistress's side. When the purple aura vanished, Medeia would be gone and instead replaced by her Priya form, one that all three of the angel’s would recognise.
“That was the fate that Armina had to suffer?” Medeia would say, her voice far deeper due to the takeover, “Forced to be your bitch, Mathias?” She was absolutely livid and would stretch her wings out to their full capacity. “You dare to mistreat my maid in such a way? She and I have been together since before we even knew what it meant to be together and you took out your frustrations on her. You pitiful coward. You lock me aware in that desert prison while having your way with my most trusted partner? Forget conversation and forget compromise. Your fate is sealed, Mathias. I will rip every piece of skin from your body and scatter your corpse across this mountainside. There will be no resurrection for you and this will all come to an end. No more of your minions, no more traps and no more of your pathetic schemes. If I ever see another angel who claims to be one of yours then I will fly up there and bring the heavens down.”
“I knew that it would come to this and I am more than ready,” Mathias would reply, raising a hand and sending a bolt of light into the sky. After a few moments, the sound of swords could be heard and from the sky would come half a dozen angelic soldiers, prepared for battle.
Medeia was about to engage them but Armina would instead say, “Leave them to me, Mistress. It has been a while since I was last able to cut loose and I am dying to have swing my axe around for a while. Deal with Mathias, while I get rid of his pawns.” Smiling for a moment, she would gently lean in and kiss Medeia on the cheek, before adding, “I will expect you to repay me later though.” Before the witch could answer with a witty retort, the maid would leap into the air and charge into the group of soldiers, swinging her axe and chains in all directions, having her fun with the peons.
Leaving just the two elder angels, Medeia would utter a spell, which would surround herself with blood armour, before kissing her hand, to increase her magical power. It had all come down to this. Finally her chance to put her past where it belonged and to move on with her life. In truth, her experiences on the earth had somewhat dulled her hatred for her fellow angels and the bonds that she had begun to forge with others had somewhat changed her perspective. Jennifer, Sakura, Gisen, she had become close with all three of them and despite the fact that not all of these relationships were genuine, that did not mean that her interactions with them had not changed her in some ways. At times she felt almost human, which was baffling to say the least.
Summoning her whip into her hand, the fallen angel would unleash a mighty crack and send the purple strand out towards her father. Ready for such an attack, he would create a shield of light to defend himself, before launching an attack with his hand, a bolt of holy light that Medeia would counter by creating a blood shield of her own. A tactful start but she did not expect a war of fists with him. He would then raise a hand to the sky, which would result in a barrage of bolts that would fly down in an attempt to strike the mage. Reacting quickly, she would briefly disappear, turning to sand and evading the blow, before reforming behind Mathias and striking at him with a claw attack, which he was simply too slow to evade, striking him and causing his arm to erupt with blood. As he winced and stepped back, she would then fire a ball of gold, which would strike him and turn him into solid gold, leaving him to briefly suffer the same fate as she had been forced too, in a world of darkness and silence.
An explosion of light would suddenly appear and Mathias would break out of the spell, although he did seem a little taken aback by the strength of Medeia’s spells. He would place a hand over his chest and cause himself to briefly glow and surround himself in an armour, quite similar to the witch’s, before creating a sword of holy light, as well as a shield. With a battle cry, he would then charge down towards the fallen angel but with a small smile, Medeia would simply open her mouth and unleash a powerful blast of sand, that would score a direct hit on him and force him backwards, causing him to slam into one of his troops above and allowing Armina to fly in and deliver a powerful blow with her axe, sending both Mathias and the soldier crashing to the snowy ground.
“Nice teamwork, Mistress,” The maid would say, dodging a blow from one of the soldiers, before countering with a vicious slash which almost cut him half, sending blood everywhere and causing Armina to giggle with bloodlust. “Oh, I am loving this, I hope you are too,” Armina added, before flying back into the fray.
Turning her gaze away from her maid, Medeia would turn to see Mathias getting up, breathing a little heavily, with a massive crack in his armour. “Not yet, I refuse to go down so easily. Not to you, not ever. Without me, this world as we know it will cease to exist and become just a wasteland. Law and order would cease to exist in the skies above, which would only lead to that fate down here. Do you not understand? You must not be allowed to roam free, regardless of what it takes. That is the simplicity of it, Priya. I cannot let your reign of terror continue.”
“My name is Medeia and I suggest that you remember it, for the few moments that you have left anyway,” the witch would answer, “What you fail to realise is that the Priya you once knew is now simply a part of me. No matter how many times I have explained that to your minions, they still say the same.”
Raising both hands to the sky, Medeia would create a pair of whirlwinds, one of sand, one of angelic power, which would combine together and lift Mathias into the air, inflicting heavy damage and stopping him from moving. She would then unleash a powerful bolt of angelic purple energy that would charge towards his immobile form and catch him in the chest, before creating a bow and firing a powerful arrow, striking him in the skull. It was a brutal but effective combination and when the whirlwinds faded, the king of the angels would collapse to the floor in a heap.
Slowly, she would then walk over to his fallen body and gaze down at his broken form. He was bleeding from every orifice and the look in his eyes were glazed over, his breathing shallow. His armour and weapons vanished into nothing and the fight was gone from his eyes. It was all over and it seemed that even he had realised it. The paranoia was gone from his expression and he looked up at her as though it was the first time he had ever seen her properly. There was no anger or distrust any more, just the realisation that he had been defeated.
“Congratulations Medeia,” he would say, “It seems that you have become powerful enough to defeat even me and for that, I admit that I am somewhat surprised. I had no idea that you were quite that formidable but I suppose I deserve this fate for having been so blind. You have earned you and your maid’s freedom and you have my word that we will no longer hunt you. Do as you like, my daughter. All I ask is that you put aside your vendetta against us, now that you have beaten me. I was wrong to imprison you, as I was to treat Armina in such a way. You have made your point and achieved what you wanted. All that is left to do is for you to finish me. I will not revive as I no longer have any desire to live. Do it.”
Without saying a word, Medeia would simply draw her bow and pull the string back, aiming the arrow for her father’s heart, before unleashing it and ending her father’s life. After a few moments, his body would erupt into a massive burst of angelic energy which would reach out to the heavens and cause the snowy ground to shake and then...all was quiet.
When the light dispersed, only Medeia and Armina remained and as the bloody maid flew down beside the witch, she would simply smile, as would Medeia after a few moments. Their mission was over and so was their family feud.
“What do we do now, Mistress?” Armina would eventually ask, gazing towards the witch.
With a chuckle, the witch would gently take the maid into her arms and some rather different sounds would soon be heard as the pair celebrated their victory. Who knew where their path would lead them but one thing was for certain, they would follow it together, till the end of time.
(3020 Words)
