1. Dark Angel Part 11


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

    about going too fast. Last time Remi did that, he almost ripped a hole in our realm and all but destroyed a planet. It’s just less than five minutes, Annie. What can go wrong in less than five minutes?” *** In less than five minutes, they’d walked into a trap. Groggo assured them they needed to hide. The entire city was at war after the rebels killed king Dred. They were lead down a darkened alley, guarded heavily by more of Groggo’s gang. Behind the burned out remains of a dumpster, they crawled through a broken window and down a flight of rusted metal stairs. Overhead, music could be heard, a hard thumping beat. Two of Groggo’s men pushed open a pair of metal doors leading to a long dim corridor. Deep red velvet covered the walls with faded golden designs stamped within. Ashriel frowned when he realized the designs were little cherubs The rug beneath Ashriel’s boots might have been golden at some point in time, but now it was a filthy, dingy, mustard brown. And it smelled…like sweat, and sex, and urine. Ashriel wrinkled his nose, looking briefly at Natanael beside him. Both reapers were tense, their silvery grey eyes darting side to side. Ashriel wrapped his fingers around the hilt of the laser sword strapped to his hip even as his feathers puffed out in anticipation of a fight. They entered an elevator, with golden mirrors lining its interior. The floor and ceiling were lit, and some strange alien tune was playing. They rode down in silence. When the doors finally opened, ...
    they emerged in a wide, brick and concrete corridor. The walls were large bricks with peeling white paint and the floor was rough concrete, covered in layers of dirt and pebbles. Ashriel’s boots crunched loudly, the sound echoing far ahead. The corridor seemed to stretch into infinity and had a doorway every hundred yards or so. The glaring overhead lighting flickered unsteadily making him feel disorientated. All he heard beside their marching feet was the ticking flicker of the lights and the soft hiss of air coming out of the numerous vents perched low to either side of the corridor. Ashriel should have anticipated problems when some of the men began fitting their respirators over their faces. The air smelled foul but only a few covered their noses and mouth. Ashriel thought they used their respirators because of the stench of dank wet mold, which covered the crumbling bricks. There was also the slight scent of decay… like rotting death. It made his skin crawl as he remembered that some of the citizens in Rhylos had become so contaminated from the toxic air, they’d become little more than walking corpses. He’d yet to see one, but would rather forgo such a revolting experience. His vision wavered a bit and then Eriel stopped to pout at Ashriel. “I don’t feel so good,” was all the brunette reaper said before he collapsed. Ashriel gasped wide-eyed, and tried to pull Erie to him, but realized he barely had any strength. He felt as if he moved in slow motion. All he did manage ...
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