Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Chapter 3

Michael slowly headed back to his room through a hallway he had rarely ventured. He tried to locate a corridor which will bring him to a place which he hoped was familiar to him.

“Hmm… let’s see… that one or that one.” mumbled Michael to himself as he glanced around the dimly lit hallway, “I knew I should have taken the left turn. Darn…”

He took a few steps toward the nearest bend, looking back as he went. In his ear, he could hear faint noises that he could not make out. He tried to move further into the bend as silently as he could. As he did, the sounds became words. One voice who spoke them sounded all too familiar. The other was one which was totally unknown but somehow froze his blood as it spoke.

“This kid is strong. He uses his head…” mellowed the low and demonic voice that echoed through the rooms.

“It doesn’t matter; I will crush him like all the others. He just got lucky in his previous fight.” replied a harsh voice which spoke with hatred.

“Be cautious young one. He may be the one that could stop you. His way of fighting, his aura, his crest, looks much like-” the mellow voice paused, making the hallway completely silent.

“I better start running” thought Michael as he turned. What greeted him were eyes full of anger, which glared fiercely at him.

“What are you doing here Blondie?” sneered the dark figure which now backed Michael to a corner.

“Eh… I was just finding my way back to my room. So if you don’t mind.” Replied Michael softly.

“Kill him” boomed the demonic voice which seem to come from nowhere.

Satan unsheathed his blade which portrayed those of a bat. The blade started to shine blood-red as he prepared to thrust the blade into Michael’s flesh. Michael reacted quickly by placing his crest into his gauntlet saying the exact same words as before “Divine gauntlet… Angel seal!” An intense light burst from his gauntlet, blasting Satan away in a massive force.

“You’re going to get it” snarled Satan as he got up. His once free hand now also with a crest, one with the outline of a devil’s head embedded on it. “Demonic gauntlet… Devil seal!” screamed Satan as he thrust it into his gauntlet on his right hand. A similar flash of light engulfed him but this time; it burned like the flames of hell. What came out was Satan with his demonic armor. Half-matured horns grew form his helmet, claws also protruded from his gauntlets and flames ran through his scaly plate.

“Ok…” commented Michael as he unsheathed his crimson sword. Satan advanced, advanced quickly. Michael had to move back to keep up with the blows from his demonic rival, whom again forcing him to a corner. Michael leapt to the wall and jumped from pillar to pillar, only to realize that his adversary crumbled the path behind him. Satan summoned up three surges of energy from his now blood-red sword and casted them towards he angel knight. Michael deflected the first one but had to perform an aerial barrel roll to dodge the other two. As he landed, the wall behind him shattered from the force of the surges.

Satan immediately responded by charging towards Michael, his blade glowing more and more intense. Michael quickly exposed his blade to the rays of sunlight which shone through the cracks in the ceiling made by the shattered wall. His blade also started to glow with increasing intensity as his advanced to face his opponent.

The blades met, sending a shockwave across the hallway. They exchanged blows, creating quite an amazing display of lights from their glowing blades. The shockwaves produced by the two blasted away furniture, lights and even the remaining walls. Michael tried to take flight to gain the upper hand but was only returned by a barrage of flames from the hands of Satan. Michael got up and did a series of similar motions from his previous fight, his blade glowing as bright as the sun. Satan also did a series of actions, with his blade glowing like a hundred rubies.

Both of them leaped screaming, “Celestius, Illuminate, Holy Might!” and “Celestius, Inferno, Burning Slash!”

The surges of energy exploded as they collided into one another, sending a massive force which devastated the hallway, leaving only the two exhausted combatants standing on each end.

“Enough of this…” rumbled the demonic voice again from nowhere.

Satan’s gauntlet suddenly rose up by its own. A mark which Michael had never seen before drew on it from Satan’s blood. Satan screamed, in total agony, pain and suffering. The mark instantly glowed rapidly and flames shot out of it. Michael tried to evade the approaching flames, but was cornered and engulfed in it.

It burned him. Burned like the flames of hell. He screamed as the flames scorched not only his skin, but his very mind and soul. As he fell into oblivion, a deep and demonic laugh surrounded his mind…

1 comment:

Lord of Flames said...

Wa...he lost his angel guantlet.