1. Dark Angel Part 8


    Date: 7/1/2017, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    The filthy man raised a hand to touch Ashriel’s face, but he slapped it away with a snarl, making the man laugh. “You’re very skittish for a whore.” Ashriel’s face flamed. Being called that to his face left him feeling miserable. No one tried to stop them when they squeezed their way out of the lift. The man directed them to the edges of the docking station. Open slits in the building let in foul air. Even through the mask he wore, Ashriel could feel the thick pungent fumes of the toxic Rhylosian atmosphere. Guards stood by the open airways. One of them stepped forward, his plasma rifle clutched tight to his chest. “Where the hell do you all think you’re going?” he rasped through his mask. Their filthy guide spat another nasty gob of slime on the floor at the guard’s feet, just barely missing his shiny boots. “Those fucking lifts are vermin infested and smell bad.” The guard snorted. “Maybe you should stop riding them.” The dirty man laughed derisively and turned briefly back to Seth and the reapers, who stood behind him. “We got ourselves a comedian here.” Ashriel caught a glimpse of vid relayers zipping by outside. He began to sweat again. “Listen, asshole. My new buddies here offered to fly me down instead.” Ashriel stiffened when the guard regarded them suspiciously. “Fly down, eh?” “That’s right. Down,” their smelly guide nodded. The guard’s black goggles revealed nothing as he remained silent, looking at all of them, his fingers flexing on his plasma rifle. “I’ll let ...
    you jump, but if you so much as rise one bit, even if it’s the wind current that lifts any of you…you’ll be vaporized instantly. We’ve got every level covered by guards and plasma canons.” “Yeah, whatever, asshole,” the dirty man spat, waving his hand as he approached the opening in the building. “Just follow me down boys.” He gave one last laugh before he leapt through the narrow opening in the building. Ashriel gasped and ran, as did the others. The man was a rapidly shrinking dot far below. Natanael jumped first, after wrapping one arm around Seth. Ashriel followed, opening his wings straight back. His stomach rolled as he beat his wings and made himself fall faster. Ripping his goggles back, he narrowed his eyes and focused on Natanael a little farther down from him. They spiraled down, closer to the darkened surface. Thank the Divinity they were far from the busiest veins of traffic. Close to the building, no transports flew by. When Ashriel could barely see anymore, he halted his fall by beating his wings in reverse. “Put your goggles back on,” he heard Eriel shout not that far from where he was. Ashriel reached up and pulled them back down. He gasped in shock. The dirty man he thought had probably splatted to his death by now floated a few feet in front of him. On his back were a pair of metallic wings, glowing blue. There were more metal-winged humanoids around them. Natanael still held Seth, and Reiven and Amadashiel hovered to his right. Below his feet he saw the neon ...
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