Defeat

Even with one arm, Samael threw the bodies like a baseball. Avoiding and sidestepping, he could barely make out where the demon was. A sound, like a sonic boom, erupted and a figure rocketed to the current King of Hell. His sword, large and wide, held in the air as it glowed bright. The corpse flinging stopped and Adam was able to see who it was.

Letting out a smile, he saw his brother fighting the enemy once more. Still bloodied and scarred, there were nothing, but the cold stern glare Michael held. Hood flung back, revealed his orange hair and hazel eyes with a set frown. Adam looked over to Eve to see the arrows had pierced her, one in the left arm, the other on the left shoulder.

'She aimed it in the same area,' he couldn't fight the breathless laugh as he rushed to her.

"Eve," he called out and reached for her.

She just looked at him and smiled before looking over at the fight between Michael and Samael. Her gaze then landed on Azrael, still wounded and barely moving.

"Go help your brother, Adam," she touched his face, "I will help your other brother."

He glanced at the wounded angel then back at her nodding. She watched him enter the fight and she walked over to the broken angel.

"Oh Azrael," she sighed as she squatted down, "Look how far you've fallen."

"Eve," he stated in a soft voice as he could barely move.

"I am glad you still live," she admitted as she placed her hand on his cheek and patted it, "No time to sleep."

'Who said I was sleeping?!' He wanted to shout, but he didn't have the energy.

A hand, warm against the wound in his chest, felt like he was lying in the healing pool once more. So many times he had used that pool, so rare did he need it to recover completely. After this demon had killed him, his soul returned to his father where he was soaked into the healing bath. The only thing he kept remembering were her last words to him.

'May you suffer like me, so you may know that my justice is worth more than theirs.'

Justice is given to those who are innocent; demons are not innocent. They kill without mercy and they even kill their own kins! They do not deserve any ounce of assistance or justice.

And yet…

Here Eve was, born and breed as a demon. She killed him once and now… now she was healing him like they were brothers. Staring at her, her beauty is still prevalent even when she had blood on her pale skin. Her honey eyes caught his and he found his heart stuttered, causing his lips to frown. She let out a smile and stood up offering him a hand.

"We need you Azrael, come," she said it as if they were on the same sides.

'Were they?'

He looked away from the offered hand and pushed himself to sit properly. Standing up on his own, he could feel a type of energy merging and urging his own power to awaken. His major wounds were healed enough making him able to move about without a struggle. Looking at the female who was watching him with a tilted smile, he called forth his sword. The thick sword flew to his hand and he could feel his blood sing from the reunion. 

An arrow flew in their direction and he quickly grabbed the female and blocked the arrow with his sword, breaking it with his other hand. 

"I knew you cared," her voice tickled against the back of his ear, and her fingers slid down the back of his spine.

He did not look back at her- he did not want to fancy her in her game- so he faced the battle ahead and joined in. He could hear the deep laughter that curled and punched his innards. Gripping his sword, he lit up in a golden hue and aimed for the legs of the enemy due to his broken wings.

Eve watched and waited.

'So, this is how you will be defeated Samael, I am disappointed,' she curled her lips as she tapped her chin.

She watched as Adam wielded her sword, swinging it with no mercy for his enemy. She observed Michael, God's loyal servant, blooded but still gorgeous as he stabbed through the weakened armor of Samael. The Angel of Justice and Death also made an impact as he cut through the back of ankle. The opponent fell to a knee as he screamed. Swords filled with the energy of God pierced into the purple demon and she flicked her hair off her shoulder. Walking over, she could hear the confusion, the anger in her fellow demon's voice. 

"Samael," she said sweetly, but all he heard was the scratching of metal against his ears.

"Y… you! You did this!" Samael yelled as he tried to reach her, but Adam pulled his sword out and placed it against the demon's neck.

Eve took her time to soak in all the wounds and bruises on the demon who killed his father. Blood seeping down like overfilled liquid, she saw his chest pumping in and out from exerted anger. 

"Pathetic pets! Can't you tell! She used you all!" The enemy gritted out as the blade pressed deeper into his skin.

"Ah," Eve nodded as she stood nonchalantly, "They have a weapon that could kill me. I am no threat to them."

"Kill me then! I will return and kill everyone of you!" He shouted showing his sharp teeth as his pushed against the blade.

Eve watched Adam pulled his blade away and reached for the holy weapon that could kill her. It conformed to his hold and he looked at her nodding. She sent a smile and watched as Michael raised his sword. Samael will die and she would have her revenge for the death of her father.

"Stop," the voice of thunder rumbled through the clearing and she let out a sigh.

'So now he comes,' she thought and crossed her arms, '…figures.'