Fallen Angel

An brown haired Angel sat in a makeshift throne cobbled together from scrap heap and recycled acholic cans imported from the other realm. He was bored and decided to make it himself, quite impressive in all honesty. It was nice for him to go back into one of his neglected hobbies. He was wearing a long blackened trench coat that was fished out of the gutter he was thrown in one night. His once immaculate brown hair that was smooth and silky was now messy and matted. He and his gang were tasked by the Big Bad Boss himself to guard this area until further notice. The area was essentially remodeled as a warehouse for their various smuggled in imports from different realms.

That didn't stop him from plotting his next move. Sometimes vengeance was worth getting utterly destroyed and humiliated in your last dying moments. He wasn't afraid of some joke that got punk out by a way superior Demi-God.

"Not that i would say that out loud." He thought sighing as he went over the plan with his underlings once again. 

"They're not as smart as me, but that ok. Their jobs are so easy a braindead monkey that suffering from...what was that disease called again...damn wait it was Tuberculosis. Yeah that a braindead monkey suffering from Tuberculosis could accomplish with minimum difficulty." He thought with a smug smile as he finish explaining.

"My lord Sazael, i don't think this a wise course of action." A four-armed demon that have four swords strapped to it wide hips told his lord. Yes he had to call him that, the angel insisted and look like the type to throw a tantrum, so the demon humored the young angel. The disheveled angel glared at the demon under his pseudo-employ. Of course, he wasn't the actual boss, much to his annoyance and continuing self-esteem issues.

"Wise? That abomination the reason I'm here to begin with. Wise and thoughtful thinking is something i can't afford right now. You have to understand, that right? You are a demon after all. Vengeance should be second nature to your kind." He mention, looking at the four-armed swordsman like he was a cockroach.

"A demon who want to live another day, my lord. i assumed it be the same for angels. Or was i mistaken as you often are?" The swordsman remarked, amused at his appointed boss's attitude. 

Sazael wanted to smack the pure sin out of this lesser henchman but knows that it would be pointless. He wasn't about to get into a scrap with a lesser being. He missed his old crew but they all abandoned him once he got expelled. 

"Two-faced fucks." He thought bitterly.

He remembered how he heard about that disgusting and horrid Hera offhand from one of The Boss's agents. Sazael was just returning from a grueling mission involving transporting chemical making equipment and deadly firearms such as the Saw-launcher and Teslalovca Mk.ii (A cocktail that can spread deadly volts of electricity to each unfortunate victim who standing close to the person who got hit first. Based on a World War 2 super weapon) from a strange realm that seem to be mix-matched of different realities and cultures all blending into a convoluted pot of what the hell?

In order to get to this realm, they must go to a colossal underground cavern that was renovated by the Boss's men just in case they needed a getaway. Which normally The Boss wouldn't consider using but after his precious Swano got threatened by The Goddess of Love herself. He needed insurance as any good husband would. Once there Sazael would need to use a ancient spell to open the portal to the realm.

The weapons themselves that smuggled would provide good money on the black market, not to mention replicating and modifying these weapons so that nobody could mess with them. Even a Demi-God would have trouble with a C4 that once denotated spread killer hornets and diseased mosquitoes everywhere.

Ethical?

NO!

Effective?

YES!

"Apparently the Goddess of Love traumatized our dear lady Swano, She taking a break from it all and recovering at her giant house." One of the lackeys said, he didn't know who, he didn't bother to remember their faces and or their names half the time.

Sazael rolled his eyes, not caring about that overrated orc and her feelings. He could sing circles around her.

"Not like she deserve any respect, she certainly never gave me any." He thought bitterly as he cracked his back as he remember a long time ago when she slapped the shit out of him for saying he didn't like her music. If the Boss wasn't right behind her he would have destroyed her. 

"You good boy?" The Boss had to asked, amused as Swano checked her nails and to her satisfaction finds that was still intact after slapping that no-taste moron.

Sazael kept his eyes to the ground, his jaw stinging and swelling like Swano took a hammer to it. He could hear the snickers of his fellow-no cockroaches. That what they were. Laughing behind him.

He only nod, Swano forcibly grabbed his chin and made her look straight at him. 

"Now what do you think about my music?" She asked sweetly. Audible honey that made him want to puke.

Sazael gritted his teeth.

"It good." He said, those damn acrylic nails of her dig into his cheeks drawing blood.

"I'm sorry my little angelic failure, i didn't hear that. Can you speak up?" Swano asked with a sweet smile on her face. 

"It's amazing." Sazael uttered defeated, feeling part of his pride die, withering away into nothing. She pushed him onto the ground. 

It times like these he wished he pay more attention to those spell classes back in EizenGarte during the healings and general body improvement portion of the semester. Bone Mending Arcadia would have come in handy about now as his back was still a little sore from carrying those tri-rocket launchers (rocket launcher that shoots 3 missiles at once) and carrying his gang like the useless sack of potatoes they were. 

"Which Goddess of Love? There like three i think?" Someone asked. He forgot their name.

The angel was already bored to tears, he was going to go back to his small and crappy one bedroom apartment and sleep the rest of the day away.

"Devilla, apparently according to the information network over in Sapphire Valley she got herself a new assistant as well. Some blonde hair mixed breed." A Orc holding what seemed to be a large shotgun answered.

Sazael stopped himself from leaving.

"It has to be her." A frantic thought crosses the angel's mind and rage festered in his soul. He took a seat on a nearby crate and grab one of the beers, normally he would revile this swill and happily drink expensive wine. But being disowned from his inheritance for being a disgrace to the family name and having to work for a terrifying mob boss made him appreciate the cheaper taste.

"Tell me more you lesser beings." Sazael thought to himself as he took a sip.

"Is that the reason that one of his best assassins was allowed to leave with no strings attached? Cause the rumor is that our former comrade Kellias is the traitor who ratted out The Boss's wife in order to save her wife. The only reason Kellias and her wife Silva aren't in a ditch right now is because they're under The Goddess of Love's Protection." A druid with wooden horns explained as she took a swig of cinnamon sugar tea from her flask.

"The Old wife for a wife gambit, it a good one." Said one of the goons holding a pilfered ray gun with elven inscriptions on it.

"That traitorous bitch but respect for the dedication she have to her wife."

"Damn...i was really was looking forward to Swano's next album. But what can we do but continue to serve our fearless Boss?"

Sazael just soaked in the information like a dried sponge being submerged into water for the first time.

It was so obvious what his next step was. He gathered his pay and some of his savings and paid one of his underlings, a druid with wooden horns coming out of her head to grab that disgusting spider. 

"It wasn't too hard to find that abomination's house, I kept tabs on her after all. Moving into her old father's party house. I dreamt of always paying you a visit and just eradicating you from this plane of existence like the disgusting mistake you are. But unlike you that night when you caught me trying to rid the world of another useless parasite, i learned to control my rage." Sazael thought to himself as he remembered in great detail the ass-beating Hera gave to him and felt a shiver down his spine. 

He swear that stare she gave him made sleepless for many nights. If that stupid succubus haven't been there to calm her down...no if Hera had gotten there just a little late then...

"I wouldn't be standing here." Sazael thought, a cold sweat breaking out over his back as he imagined those emerald eyes glaring at him, burning a hole through his perfect but battered body.

Sazael shakes it off and continue drinking his beer.

He recalled with great glee trashing her crappy home and having the druid steal that giant spider because no way in the seven hells he was going to touch it. Are you mad?! He wrote the note and he could just recall the jubilation he felt when writing it. The pure happiness that spring forth within him when he ordered that druid whose name he still can't recall to smash those tanks containing those creepy spiders, and kill them. At least he think, he heard stomping. He do recall her looking at him like utter garbage, which infuriate him to no end. 

"You abomination, it been a year. Only one year and yet here I stand, amidst the lesser beings and disgusting creatures you should be mingling with. I deserve better, I deserve to be up there with the highest of the high, I'm an angel-" He continued on in a rage as he looks at Hera's friend in captivity, skittering about like the disgusting creature it was. He wanted nothing more than to rip off it legs. Well he get one of his underlings to do that for him because he was a little creeped out to touch it. 

"But not yet...no i want to see the look in your eyes when your friends suffer before you." He said to himself with a devious smile as he thought of what to do to Furiosa, a thought crossed his head that made him sick but his anger overwrote it. He started muttering to himself about how this scenario would go if he went through with it.

"Does he know that we can hear him?" The Demon four-armed swordsman asked of the amused druid.

"Let him air out his grievances, certainly beat him sulking about like a lost child." The druid said as she chuckled in a deliberately annoying way.

And just like that Sazael was on her like a gnat to fruit left out on the counter. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked it back, just barely avoiding the antlers stabbing out his eye. she just stared at him. Very unimpressed and almost smirking, that made his holy blood boil.

"A lost child huh?" he asked, his unkempt hair covering his eyes. She sighed, such a handsome face wasted on a insecure asshole.

"I know you can hear me, you may be pathetic but you're not deaf." She replied back with a smug grin, she patted his cheek gently.

Sazael slapped her, the sound resonated off the walls. 

"You know...my father used to hit harder than that, and that was when he was being kind." She said with no hint of fear or sadness, not even annoyance. It was apathy in it purest form.

"What is wrong with you?" Sazael asked through gritted teeth that was once so white now stained yellow. She simply shrugs and smirked at him.

"A lot." She told him simply as she light up some Ash of Thermes (A cigar branded after the Goddess of the Underworld without her consent). She inhaled the smoke and blow it in the direction of Sazael. The disowned angel couldn't deal with this shit, he walked out. The cool night air hitting his face did nothing to calm him.

A crow came onto his shoulder with a message attached to it leg. He grab the note and the crow flew off.

He could already feel a headache coming on cause of the first few sentences being all capitalized. 

WE QUIT. YOU FAILED TO MENTION THAT THIS BLONDE BITCH HAS THE FUCKING SLAYER AS HER TRAVELING COMPANION. FUCK YOU. WE HOPE YOU GET YOUR HEAD RIPPED OFF AND THROWN IN SHIT.

SINCERELY, Your Gang. Or what left of it. 

P.S We are keeping todays earnings and not giving shit to you. It only fair as some of it will go to providing our fallen dwarf friend with a funeral. 

Sazael stared at the note.

"God.....Damnit..." He remark under his breath as he crumpled up the note and threw it on the ground and stomp on it repeatedly. He took another swig of his beer and sat down on the hard dirt ground. He look at the vibrant pink skies, not a cloud to be seen. And that when something struck his mind.

"The Slayer?!" Sazael thought to himself in shock as he wanted to scream but kept it together. Ok now things have gotten difficult. He didn't know much about the Slayer, but he knew that warrior was powerful based on what he heard from newspaper and the usual chat between gang members.

He thought back to his days in EizenGarte Academy, how respected he was among his peers. How his parents would never stop bragging about their little star pupil. The group of like-minded angels he would hang out with and more importantly.

The day he lost it all. 

"The day that slut Furiosa decided that just this once, even though she has done multiple times before to cover her ass, she wasn't going to seduce the principal so we can get out of that jam. Still can't believe we got caught selling those drugs we smuggled in from that Modern realm. Here i was thinking blackmailing the little tart was all i needed to get out of it." He thought, downing the rest of his beer and throwing it down against the dirt floor. 

He looks at the beer on the ground and thought that he should pick it up before deciding against it. Maybe when he was still a respected member of society, but now?

"Forget it." Sazael muttered under his breath before moving on to the next phase of his plan. He made his way to the underground cavern. He didn't look at his group and quite frankly, they wasn't looking at him either. He walks past them.

Lucky for him, he always had a back-up plan. Two backup plans in fact. He already had the second back-up plan already paid for (with the portion of the money from this week sells that was meant to go to the Boss.). He walk down the stairs, the stone walls suffocating as they were paradoxically comforting to him. He across a door with carved runes in it. The runes themselves were given to them by some man in a mask who says that the Boss couldn't be there to give it to them personally along with the key. The runes were known to basically guard anything by casting a special barrier around the area. Only someone blessed by a God could get through it without this key. The special key that...Sazael left upstairs.

He walks back up and The druid had the keys in her hands with that signature smug smile before tossing it to him, the demon swordsman hides his laughter as Sazael wanted to kill both of them but there was more important things on his mind.

He went back down the stairs and use the key to slowly get into the barrier and insert into the keyhole. After some difficulty he got it opened.

Once there you will see a large flat grey and somewhat dented in wall. Now there is a spell that was put in place to make sure that random nobodies or armored pigs won't get in just in case they happened upon this place. Sazael know the spell, The Boss taught it to him because as a angel, it would take Sazael the least amount of time to master this technique. 

He smirked to himself as he remembered the annoyed looks of his fellow but still beneath him gang members when The Boss picked him.

"Some of us are just destined to be great." He thought to himself before he remembered he just a fucking pawn to that big headed grey freak and his overrated singing wife. He sighed and gritted his teeth.

He cleared his mind and placed both hands on the dented and cold stone wall. He felt his soul being permeate through out his arms as he utter a ancient spell.

"Per regna nos coniunge cum iis quos amisimus et nos iterum reducimus, praeter rationem et rationem, Dimension." He said, his eyes glowing a bright white and golden embers drifting off him.

And the wall before him became translucent. His next plan already being formulated. He steeled himself and walked through. 

The shift could be felt through his intensities, his body felt like it was falling over despite being upright the whole time, he felt some nausea and swallow the bile that built up in his throat.

He was there, there was some cages he set up that held the corpses of a scholar mage, a barbarian, and a Harpy who all had crossed the Boss in one way or another. He smiled with delight at his next plan. 

"Collecting those little parasites, MindFlayers they were called by the local was easy for me. Thank to my angelic DNA, I was immune to their advances." He thought to himself, placing a Mindflayer on Furiosa and watching Hera being killed by her slutty protector was enticing. But he still wanted more. 

Well he has plenty of time to cook up something truly.....

The Cages were empty. A surge of panic combined delicately with anger brewed inside the disgraced man that stood before them. His hands trembling just like how he use to make Hera tremble with fear. 

"What the..." He said to himself in disbelief. 

"MindFlayers are known to take control of the bodies and access the brain and use it knowledge to defend itself." He remember that druid saying to him as she held a drugged out mindflayer in her hands. 

"...Scholar Mage.....invisibility spell....that can cloak multiple people, i learn about that in Mr.Vanlaus class...." He spoke to himself in fractured thoughts. He did hazily remember they were supposed to be drugged everyday to keep them in their cages. Sazael managed to convince the Boss that these MindFlayers could be used for torturing information more effectively out of people. Lucky he suggested this at a good time, this was right after Swano got traumatized by Devilla. He was more willing to listen, especially if he could find a way to use these unknown creatures to enact his vengeance. 

There was a newspaper that he saw not too long ago about the Slayer killing creatures beyond mortal comprehension. So that was probably them. Hm.

He wanted to curse but it was pointless. It like his father (Or ex-father in this case) always told him. "No use crying over spilled wine, let the servants take care of it." 

This wasn't the time for crying. This was the time for action. Sazael placed his hands together, another neat trick he bothered to learn was a angel ability to be a compass. He just had to focus on what he was trying to find. 

"Give me a monster, something that will kill that abomination and free me from my nightmare." Sazael thought as he knelt down and place both his hands on the ground. A sleuth of information came rushing into his head like a bullet train. He fought through the pain as he saw a creature that was located about five miles from here in a murky swamp currently resting. He grinned to himself. It was perfect.

"This one might be too cruel, even for me. But i can't wait to see the look on her dumb little face." 

He started walking, fueled by his need for vengeance.