Of Heaven and Hell (Chapter 8) The Gathering

“Devils, Fallen Ones, the Creator cast us out of our home. Out on our asses, we were homeless, with no place to go. So we came here, to govern Hell with lord Lucifer. Do you want to have this home taken too? Do you want a mere Half-blood to strip what is left from us?” Only demons cheered at his speech, but not one Fallen opened his mouth.
“Demon's! Full-bloods, Half-bloods,. Even the Guilded ones. This is your paradise, power beyond you imagination, luxuries that few in the mortal realm could gain, and you have it all. Do you want to loose what you have traded eternity for?” The demons shouted again, turning into a mad mob. “Let us move as one, and find the disease that infects our demonic dynasty! Legion Prepare!” The collective demons began to shout in a chant. The Legion began to march. Beelzebub was a master of stirring the crowd, making ambers rage into an inferno.

“The Fallen began to slowly wave and disperse from the crowd, they wanted no part of fight. I to began to walk out, Nexus clung tightly to me under my robes. I wanted to got out of there before my anger got the better of me.
“Wait!” Shouted Hecate. “We need not bait, for that which were fear, is walking among us here.” she rhymed, her black and yellow smile showing.
“Where sister?” Beelzebub asked. “Use your sight, sister, find him.” He demanded.
“If sight is what you need, than open your own eyes and see the weed.” She stood up and pointed in my direction. I looked around and realized one small detail, I was the only one with the demons with a hood up. Six Legion phased through the crowd with lighting speed, holding spears, triton and lances, ring my neck.
“Remove your cloak demon!” they commanded in unison. “Remove your cloak and hands in the air!”
“Well, in order to do so, you need to move your weapons back so I may reach it.” The backed up just half a foot back and allowed me to remove my hood. Three Legion pointed there weapons at my throat again, and three at my lower chest, to give me access to keep my arms up.
“Name?”
“Asking a stupid question?”
“Name Demon!”
“Dazen, or if you prefer, Vermin. Now Nexus!” My covering faded and Nexus jumped from my chest and brought all six down with one spin. I grasped him below the wings, he stiffed up immediately and the scythe blade ejected out of his mouth. Demons from all over began to charge at me, lunging themselves to attack. Nexus and I never even let them set foot to the ground. I whirled and twisted Nexus like he was light as a feather, his blade digging deep into the flesh of our foes. Blood sprayed like rain, and began to ooze down my barrier shield.

I could feel something deep inside me, and it was growing in strength, entering my liquid fire. This was no fight, it was a slaughter. These demons had no power to face me, or at least that is what was running through my mind. The fact I was causing so much carnage did not seem to deter them from their useless onslaught.
Suddenly, an arm passed through my barrier and knocked me off guard. I was thrown to the ground, Nexus was lost from my grip. I looked up to see my offender, and was astonished. Fakred'din, another Shadow Caster, and fellow student of Falycor. He was about my height, reddish scales, and long curly brown hair. He stomped his hooves as he fisted his large hands. I rubbed my jaw, “What the fuck Fakred? We are friends?”
“It's nothing personal Dazen, I have my orders.” He said, ready for a rough brawl.
“Who are you serving? How can you denounce Falycor and his teachings?”
“Falycor taught me well...” he said as he darted at me, I dodged his fist, and struck his lower right rib. “you bastard.” And backhanded be with his hand. My lip was busted, and my nose bleeding.
“Then why are you following this masquerade of Beelzebub?”
“Not Beelzebub, nor...” he elbowed me in the upper back, knocking me down. I crawled on top of me, pinning me down, his bare chest rubbed roughly on my back. He lowered himself close to my face, and began to whisper into my ear. “Quiet frankly, the High Lord's are loosing their rule. Mammon is coming to power, and I owe him my true loyalty.”

I twisted on the rocky floor and knocked him off. Then I flipped in a cartwheel back to my feet. “Why, in Hell, are you serving that prick. He has no power, and there is no way Lucifer is going to back down.” I spun and shot dark daggers to Fakred, one pierced him deep in the shoulder, and one cut his arm deep. He pulled the one out of his shoulder, and cast it at me. “Nexus, Come to me!” I shouted, I shot into the air and came to my hand.
“Calvary, reveal yourself!” Fakred yelled loudly, and from the rocks crawled a snake creature, not of scales or fleck, but of bones. At the head, was not a snakes skull, but a tiny human skull, it stirred upward into a staff. “Talons!” he shouted. From the skull's eye sockets, two long, thin spikes rocketed out.

I brought the staffs head down with a crack, rock and dirt were cast into the air. I twirled Nexus around and punctured his left side with the blade. He dislodged his skull staff and perforated my left shoulder. I pulled it out with a wicked grin, and propelled myself into the air. My massive wings threw several low level demons as surrounded us to the ground as I elevated into the air. Fakred attempts to hinder seemed futile, until an insect guilden, that had large dragonfly wings, grabbed him from behind. They hurled towards me with jet fast speed, it was more of a challenge than I realized. Just defending myself took a lot of my energy. I barely ducked enough to dodge his last swing, he backhanded quickly and stabbed my upper right thigh. I tried to use Nexus to break his familiar, but instead I only ripped my flesh as it was knocked out. He raised Calvary up, ready to strike again, when out of nowhere, a pillar stone blocked his swing.

“Not my Charge!” a handsome shout rang out. I turned to see an extremely handsome gray skinned man flying in my direction. His long white hair stretched far down his back almost to his ankles. His eyes were a glassy black, what surprised me most was his wings, he was a seraphim. His six wings were beautiful, black fading to red. But there was something about him, like... like I knew him. “Hybrid or not, if you want his head you will face me as well!”
“Brother Raziel, why do you protect this vile trash?” Beelzebub bellowed, echoing through the congregation.
“The same reason Brother Flauros took him in, and made this demon his son. He is the gateway to our future, and in the name of the Creator and for Brother Flauros, I will protect him with my life!” He spat, I knew deep down I know this man, who was he?
“Brother Flauros is not dead, Angels do not take the mantels of their brothers.”
“You gave up your title when you turned on our Father!” Raziel spat, his words seemed to have stricken Beelzebub like venom.
“Unlike the cowards that fell after, we stood with our Brother through to the latter.” Hecate said trying to defend her co-governor.”
“Coward I am, but I admit it. You have hidden in the limelight of your infamous brother, instead of fighting for any outcome. And you dare call me a coward, but I'm not a wallflower witch! As to the rest of my Brethren.” Raziel called, pointing towards them, his hands were wrapped in black clothe, his hand... Shit! “We have learned from our mistakes, we hide our faces in shame and cloak our heart with despair. Why must we stand here and let Brother Beelzebub and the other so-called 'High Lords' command Hell. This is our punishment, not a vacation, but this hunt is ridiculous. I for one will not stand here and have our futures blood on my hands.”

“You have no right to talk so high and mighty to us Raziel! We fought for what we believed in...” another devil near the platform shouted.
“What, you all wanted to rule an everlasting kingdom, one that will forever be known. Guess what, Brother Metatron as well as the lot of you got exactly what you damn well asked for!”
For the first time I can remember, all of Hell went silent. No one whispered, not even a murmur. Until in a sudden voice spoke, crack the silence like a whip. “That will be quite enough.” his voice was soft and sweet. The strength in it was almost mesmerizing, it was deathly, but gentle, like a knife so razor sharp, you only felt cold as it slid through the flesh. Every head turned to see who could speak as such, who could hold the crowd with but a hand full of words.

From the center throne...
Lucifer stood and removed his hood.