20. The Last Descendant

Ariea Nyroin POV:

It was another day for Ariea. The last descendent of Nyrion family of the Basthteep lineage. In the past, there was none who dared look them in the eye or even scoff at their misdemeanor. Strength and power were what they excelled in. The most prominent of fallen angel in their hierarchy that's what they were. Adored and loved by all. Her very presence in the past caused others beneath her to bow their heads in front of her in shame for even daring to lay visage on her perfect and beautiful face. The grace and charm she exuded allured others like a moth to the flames.

But now felt like a dream. Strength, power, wealth all had disappeared in a blink of a moment.

"Curse the angels"

Their family stood strong together and for such, they were regarded as the highest threat and the first targets of both heaven and hell's faction. Ambushed and cornered, the number of their prestigious family decreased little by little until she was there all alone with no mother to pat her head to soothe her worries or no father to scold her for lazing around the house. Oh, what would she not give to get back in time to relive those memories...

She wished to die for the colors of her life disappeared the moment she failed to protect the things which mattered in her life the most.

"Mother.."

She wept once more trying to rid those images out of her head. Despair was what awaited her. she knew it as such was the fate of the last ruler of Basthteep Lineage. But still, she could not hide her regret on a "what if" scenario. Once more her world felt to silence.

She was pursued. From the front the devils and from the back the angels. There truly was no secure place in the underworld and for such, she made her way to hide amongst the humans.

She ran and ran. To her, the prideful and prodigal daughter it felt disgusting to even address such a notion.

"O look. How the mighty have fallen. Hahaha..."

She truly had no more strength or courage to fight back anymore. But even then a part of her self refused to give up. The angel before her seemed demented as he looked to want nothing more than her death. She only wanted to know why her? What more she has to pay for the crime of being born as a fallen ?

"You truly wish to fight me in this condition. Even though you seem to be an angel. Have you truly no compassion for the weak and weary? For what god would want the blood of innocents to truly prove their servants devotion!! We also wish to live like you angels and devils. We share the same blood in our veins and feel pain all the same. So why are we fighting like rabid dogs in such a place? For what have I done to even earn your ire? Tell me.."

Like a dam, her words came out. She simply wished for a chance in life. To be free and fall in love with a kind individual. Her mother told her of stories in her childhood. Her meeting with her father. But the angel seemed to disregard her words all too readily.

"Fallen angels have no right to plead innocence. The moment your kind disrespected god and frolicked in their sins was when you lost that right. Love, Lust, Pride, Envy, Sloth, and Greed that's what you are. Nothing but the bane of existence and you dare to plead innocence. Oh how cute. But do not worry for i would not further extend your suffering and grant you a painless death. I'm sure god would forgive you if my holy blade of justice goes through your gut and cleanses all your sins. Aren't i kind? Hihi.."

She took her fighting stance as it seemed there was no need for words anymore. The demented know not of the fury of words but of violence. She has to fight even if she does not have the strength to.

She made a mad dash towards the angel. The angel seeing her approach thought if the girl had lost her marbles or not. With a holy sword, he pierced through her body just like he said. Blood dripped from her stomach signifying her decrease in life. The last moments Ariea would have would seem to be a pathetic death.

"I'm sorry, mother. I truly am a failure as your daughter" The hollow eyes were clear indicators to her banishment of life.

"It seemed you truly were nothing special. How disappointing. " Like a sack of potatoes, the body itself fell to the ground as the angel left the place.

A horrifying life present in every sphere of the underworld. Death in glory? who cares about such. Honour? She would rather spit on it. After a few minutes the body which seemed to have been mutilated suddenly dissipated in crumbling shadows.

The girl was a coward. She knew the greatest dishonor to a battle was running like one. But for her cowardice, she would live another day. How disappointed must be her ancestors to see her act like such. But for her, it was another day to her survival. It was her win.

In her weakened state, there truly was no place of shelter. Other famous pantheons would kill her on sight while even her brethren would not waste time on her and she would rather take her life then be sold and used by another noble who not fled in the time of conflict but even aided her enemies to a safe passage inside her house.

After running for a long time she found a place with a high concentration of magic. While it was nothing to be proud of but the Nyrion family excelled in their mastery of sensory abilities and she was the prodigy of her generation. But even then it took a while for her to break inside this unknown place.

"This looks like a cathedral but where are the angels?" The news was truly shocking to her. As the amount of unholy energy present in the surroundings was quite potent. How can a house of god host the presence of such malevolence? She truly was intrigued and for such even against her better judgment she thought of entering the place.

With every step,she felt more and more detached from the world. Dark energies coursing through the place but there was a simple calm feeling to it. It felt good, for the fallen felt the energy similar to her home.

Then suddenly she saw a kindly young man come out of the cathedral complaining about life all the more. Even though his face was mediocre but the grace and aura charmed all those who came before him. In a way, it looked as if it fitted the man perfectly and the noble attire the man was sporting was quite charming. It felt to her as if the guy before her was trying his hardest to not stand out among the crowd and it truly felt endearing.

When she was further analyzing the young man suddenly her vision darkened. She felt her location change and dropped to the ground.

"Who are you and why are you, here?"

And so he and she met.

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