Fallen, Angels, Daemons, and You

'Kay. Begging is the explanation of what I'm writing. You have to read it to understand. I know it's a little boring, but deal... Please.
-Zella

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In Paradise there was a all mighty God, Zuse. He rained over the Angels in dominate tyranny. One day he left Paradise to "see the world," he brought only his closets Guardian Angels with him. During that time his biological son, Lucifer, Angel of Light, had planned to rebel against his father.

He wanted to do this for all of his kind. He said that Zuse had left to get Daemons- nasty things that protected the many dimensions in Hell- to strike more power over the Angels and to enslave all human kind. Many Angels believed Lucifer, and went with him, learning to fight, to bring out there swords- said to be part of the Angel's soul and is the only weapon that can kill an Angel of Daemon.

But as Lucifer said, Zuse brought Daemons. Lucifer and his followers killed most of the Daemons, but lost under Zuse's mighty lightning sword. Zuse condemned most of Lucifer's followers to have there wings cut off and have them brought to Earth, to live in human shells over and over. He wanted them to be Fallen.

But for Lucifer and his wife- Eliza-, he had better plans. He made his own son watch his wife be winged, stripped of her wings by the bone and sent her to earth.

For Lucifer, he was sent to Hell- a many dimensional world under the earth- never seeing or feeling anyone again....

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Eliza-

She sat up in bed, all she could see was a sea of thick, twisting, ugly blackness all around her. Like a living being that was trying to come nearer and nearer, suffocating her. But it seemed like the bright red letter of her alarm clock reading was her salvation, as it stood there, saying the time. 1:30. Like a beacon, letting in a small portion of light, telling her she should be in bed.

But she didn't want to sleep. No sleep would only bring nightmares. Nightmares of pain, of love, of fighting, of Daemons and Angels, but more importantly of HIM. No, she couldn't think of him, just thinking of thinking about him, brought a pain in her chest and an old ache in her back that was older than time itself.

Her fellow Fallen- who she had ruled ever since they came to Earth- had said to get over it, that he was in Hell and there was no helping him. But he was her. It was said that Angels were really just two parts of the perfect being, that when you found your other part, everything went right. That's what happened when Eliza had met him. They teased, they fell in love, they married, then they fought, and they fell. Now she was desperately afraid that she would never see her soul again, never touch him. And the old ache of loosing him never faltered threw the centuries and the bodies she went through.

She sighed, the world was tough, even she had to admit.

Before Eliza could even register what was happening, her body reacted and her head hit the pillow and she laid down on her bed just as the doorknob turned. She heard the women she was forced to call her mother, enter the room. Like she always did.

She sat down at the edge of the bed. Eliza could feel two holes boring into her face. Tow warm fingers reached out into the strange darkness and and touche her cheek affectionately. They left eventually, and so did the extra weight on the mattress. For a moment there was silence, then Eliza heard the mumbling of her so called mother, "Forgive me God, for I had sinned. I have to much lust for my husband. Why did you give us such gifts? Lust and Greed and Envy. It's all a part of life, I know that. But a bad part-" Eliza tuned her out after that.

She always did that, come into her room and talk to her like she was some way for her to reach God. Just because of the two parallel lines on her back where her wings used to be, the ones that never left no matter what body she was in.

Soon, with the women still there, praying, Eliza fell into a nightmarish sleep...

There was fighting everywhere.
Blood everywhere.
Bodies, dead or hurt, everywhere.
Suddenly Paradise had become Hell. Everywhere I turned, Angels on Angels, Angels on Daemons. It was harsh, cruel, and wrong.
I looked around, searching for Zuse. At this moment, I hatted him. Blood lust came over me and I wanted him to be pierced by my black blade, I wanted to see him in a pile at my sandaled feet while I laughed. With my mind, I searched for him, ignoring everyone else but Zuse. He was in his thrown room.

I ran there, past the bodies and blood and fighting, to Zuse. When I got there, I saw a new teenage Angel fighting two Daemons pitifully. Orthen was his name...
Using my blood lust, I moved quickly and decapitated the first Daemon, a spray of black, clumpy blood coming from his neck as his red, scabbed, and clay like head fell to the ground. The other hissed, flicking a holed and forked purple tongue at me. I grinned and stuck him in the heart before he could even stop hissing.

I turned to Orthen. "Leave." I told him, but he was already running away.

I didn't think about that, or what I must look like. I just turned to the thrown room and walked strait in. And there sat Zuse, the man who had brought all of these Angels' to there deaths. He looked like ever, hansom, 30 so man with no wings and a look of confidence. On either side of his smug, grinning face were two, hissing Daemons.

I let my tongue fly, "You mother fu-" beep, beep, beep, beep, the, beep, beep, beep, beep.

As I cursed, I raised my sword, the black blade was long, and seemed to suck the light to it and devour it. It was a Dark Angel's- a Angel and Daemons offspring- sword. My sword. I made it extend to my will, and in two so that it shut both Daemons up, for good.

Zuse only smiled as the Daemons black blood spattered over his face and clothes. The black goo looked good on him, like it belonged. "Ahh yes." He said, his voice making black flowers bloom behind my eyes. "You are Lucifer's soulmate, aren't you? He married just an hour before I came here, how... romantic."

My body moved before I let it, and I was suddenly on top of Zuse, leaning over him and our noses touching as I placed the blade to his throat. "Die you bastard." I whispered and was about to slice his neck open when a push of raw, angry power shot be across the room.

He was above me fast that I thought possible for someone who looked like a human, and his hot breath was caressing my face and the stench of it made me almost puke. His words were as harsh as his breath, "This is no way to talk to me, you whore." He lifted me by my hair and I screeched in pain as he kept talking, dragging me to the middle of the room and punching me with his power. "Now I will make sure you never be hole again." I wanted to cuss at him some more to hide my fear, but I was almost dead, and I could hardly yell anymore.

What did he mean? Was he going to hurt Lucifer? My incoherent mind screeched at me through black fog. But I couldn't do anything because along with the metal hits, I was being punched and kicked and thrown and cut from all directions. When my torture was finally over, I was sprawled on the floor, coughing up blood and choking on my own saliva.

"It's to bad. What a pretty young thing you are." He picked me up by my hair again and put the tip of his sword to my neck. Simultaneously to this, the door of the room flew open and Lucifer came running in, a look of terror in his wide green eyes. I looked at him sadly, I was half dead already, there was nothing he or I could do now that I had been caught.

He looked at me, and gave a cry as if he'd been struck. He ran toward me but two Daemons flew in the room and were pressing him to the ground, restraining him. He didn't fight back, just screamed and screamed and screamed my name, crying and howling like a wild animal. It scared me so much that I stopped dazing off and resisted Zuse a little, ignoring the pain. I had to stop Zuse from hurting Lucifer!

"Don't cry." I begged Lucifer. He had to stop this, he would only hurt himself by crying like this.

"Oh yes, Lucifer." Zuse cooed, his voice making flowers blood and birds sing, but it also disgusted me. "Don't cry. You see, I will kill you darling little soulmate in front of you. Make you watch her so that you will remember that you are alone in this world, that you can have no love. Then I will send you to Hell, and her to Earth with all your little traitors. Yes, that would be fair trade for your treachery."

Zuse laughed.

Lucifer howled.

I cried.

Still holding on to my hair to restrain me, he let the sword leave me throat and I knew what he was about to do. Clip my wings. I closed my eyes, trying to restrain the tears that were already running down my swollen, bruised, and cut face as I prepared for the pain of silver cutting through bone and skin by brute force alone.

But nothing could prepare someone from there wings being clipped, but more over nothing can prepare you for your wins being PULLED. The act was unimaginable to the good souls of Paradise, to the Angels and Saints. But Zuse was neither, he took pleasure in pain and suffering, practically loved it.

Instead of the blade I was prepared for, I got a beefy warm hand around the base of my right wing. Touch my bare back. I squeezed my eyes to hide the tears that came plumbing down my cheeks and I got to my knees and stood on them strait and proud. Thinking only one thought, I sent it to Lucifer, I LOVE YOU, LUC.

The hand pulled and my wing was gone in a fiery pain. My chest arched up to the sky, and I screamed, a scream as horrible as Lucifer's mirroring one. The pain was so strong that I thought I would die from it.

All I could hear were howls and screams, inside my head and out. ELIZAELIZAELIZAELIZAELIZAELIZA- incoherent screams ran through my head, screaming my name over and over and over again in Lucifer's mental voice.

I got back to my knees eventually, biting back my tongue to stop the moans and whimpers and crys that were stuck in my throat. ELIZAELIZAELIZA- This was hard enough for Lucifer, he hatted seeing people in pain and it would be even harder to seeing his wife, his soulmate to be killed in front of him. ELIZAELIZAELIZAELIZA-
Looking at Lucifer, I will him to here my last thoughts.

I LOVE YOU, FOREVER.

The second wing was pulled. I couldn't take the pain, I fell to the ground and the last thing I heard was Lucifer's screams and ELIZAELIZAELIZAELIZAELIZA. OH GOD ELIZA!

Blackness came over me and I took it gladly...

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Tell me what you think. Kay? The rest isn't as mushy... but yea. Tell me if I should still keep writing this or not. I don't know though.