1. Dark Angel Part 11


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

    Laser fire snaked around the starcruiser, just barely missing them. Next to him, Natanael gripped the arms of his chair and cursed repeatedly. Ashriel tipped the nose of the transport down and spun and dodged around exploding crafts. Behind him, Eriel laughed out loud in glee, “Fuck yeah, Ash. You fly as kick ass as you fight.” “Shut up,” Ashriel snapped rolling the starcruiser belly up before letting it take a dive straight down, heading once again to the bowels of Rhylos. Luckily, no one seemed interested in following them. Within the myriad of glass tunnels snaking around the smoke scorched pillars of the city, Ashriel realized most of the citizens of Rhylos were either dead or in hiding. The once bustling metal and glass city was nearly deserted, except for the all out war in the upper levels. “There’s hardly anyone flying down here,” Eriel observed. “That’s because they’re above,” Ashriel answered, “trying to wipe out the upper class. Natanael snickered, “Ah, revenge.” “It’s disgusting and horrific,” Ashriel grated, leveling the starcruiser out to descend belly first now. Coming closer to the ground, a few people could be seen walking around, fully armed. “Is it safe?” Eriel asked, leaning closer to the view screen. “Probably not,” Ashriel answered gruffly. Scouting out a place to land, Ashriel spotted a wide ledge jutting out from one of the buildings. He hovered over the ledge, and since no one came out to investigate, he settled the big craft down with the nose ...
    pointing to the edge of the ledge. If anyone wanted access to the starcruiser, they would have to fly up. Cutting the power to the transport, Ashriel huffed out a frustrated breath, not having any idea how he would find Cyn now that he was here. His answer came in the form of the dirty rebel that helped them get away from the media last time they were there. The filthy humanoid rose with his glowing green metallic wings, like an evil spirit from Hell. He grinned molar to molar, showcasing his blackened rotted teeth. “Hey, it’s our buddy Groggo,” Eriel laughed. Ashriel could feel the fine hairs at the back of his neck prickle. “I don’t trust him,” he rasped under his breath. Natanael sighed. “We don’t really have any choice but to act like we do. Looks like it’s the only way to find Cyneolle.” Ashriel knew Natanael was right. The more people saw them, the quicker word would get back to Anniel’s son. Ashriel was sure Cyn would come to them. All three reapers donned their gear of special armored clothing, goggles, and respirators. Devon might have regenerated the planet’s vitality, but there was no telling what chemical weapons might have been used since they left. By the time they opened the exit ramp, Groggo and his cohorts hovered closer to the street below, awaiting Ashriel, Natanael, and Eriel. “Well if it isn’t the pretty fly boys again,” the smelly man cackled when they finally dropped down to street level. “Groggo. How the hell are you?” Natanael called out, folding his jet ...
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