1. Dark Angel Part 11


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    to be special.” Anniel didn’t miss the way Seth’s eyes gaped at the mention of the angel of destruction, but Anniel understood what Abdiel meant. Even she had vague memories of Davariel... more than three hundred years ago. He’d sometimes pick her up and toss her playfully in the air, or blow ticklish raspberries on her tummy. She remembered his face, and even though she’d been a two-year-old, the beauty of his eyes had always captivated her. Seth snapping his fingers before her face had her jumping. “Hellooo-I thought we were going back to Rhylos?” he asked cocking his head to the side with an arched brow. Anniel blinked at him, feeling flustered, and nodded. “Of course. Let’s go.” *** Green gas no longer swathed Rhylos. Angry, dark grey clouds swirled over glittering turquoise oceans and deep green forests, promising an unfriendly welcome. Ashriel gripped the piloting levers situated to either side of the captain’s chair and directed the starcruiser toward the raw grayed out area marking where the city was situated. “Are you sure you can do this, Ash?” Natanael asked nervously by his side. Ashriel snorted. “We’re Seraphian born. Flying is what we do, Natanael.” “He’s not doubting your ability to fly,” Eriel said behind him. “It’s your ability to pilot his new rig?” He watched the monitors, keeping a critical eye on the degree of his angle of descent. Go in too direct and they would burn up, too shallow and they’d ricochet off the atmosphere. He clenched his teeth when ...
    gravity began kicking in, making an effort to keep his wings pressed tight to his back as his stomach bottomed out. He descended, making the starcruiser spiral out in ever tightening circles toward the city. The closer they got, the worse things looked. “What the hell,” Natanael muttered. Ashriel pulled back on the throttles, slowing their speed. “Shields,” he commanded wide-eyed. Laser fire streamed out everywhere, transports exploded, sending streams of fire and plumes of smoke. “Laser canons engage,” Ashriel barked out. With an angry snarl, he settled himself more firmly into his seat, his muscles tense and ready for evasive maneuvering. “Look at this. Look at the destruction these beings have wreaked upon this poor planet,” he spat, shaking his head, “again.” “Some creatures just destroy, Ash. Like us,” Eriel sighed. “We destroy evil, Erie,” Natanael corrected. “It’s still destroying,” Eriel answered. “Do we have any weapons onboard?” Ashriel asked. “Down in the hold. Some pulse pistols, laser rifles and a portable plasma canon, among other interesting little boy-toys,” Natanael replied with a cocky grin. Eriel snorted. “If we step out there, we’re toast.” Ashriel studied the mayhem before him carefully. There was no orderly semblance to traffic below, but they needed to descend. Taking a deep breath, Ashriel said, “Hold on… and pray.” Firing the jets full force, he zipped into the worst of the fray. The starcruiser dipped and spun as Ashriel’s arms moved the throttles around. ...
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