Sore

"Father," she heard the unison of both Azrael and Michael as they bowed. 

'What power he has,' she thought and inwardly scowled. A power that He abused every chance He got.

She glanced at Adam to see him looking at her before also bowing in greeting to his father. Eyes still on the demon before her, kneeled as he should be, Eve narrowed her eyes when he let out a grin. Sounds of His footsteps neared her, and she could feel the radiating warmth. However, Eve always felt cold within the gentle warmth. Fisted hands, she waited to see what this celestial being will do.

"Samael," his voice, gentle and stern, spoke up beside her, "You have killed many and must be held accountable for them."

"You think you can bring judgment to me?!" The bald demon let out a laugh but coughed out blood soon after, "They already returned to you, didn't they?" He grinned.

"You ate many souls; you know they would not return," God stated in a straight tone.

"You could always make more," A conniving smirk clung to his lips, but a gasp and grunt later escaped his lips.

A trail of ripped skin on his scales itched across his lower right rib to the left shoulder, like a 3rd degree burn. Harsh breathing escaped the enemy's lips as he gritted his sharp teeth and glared at the ethereal being before him. Ruby red eyes narrowed to slits as he continued to feel the pain ebbing through his skin to his muscles. To think, if God wanted it, he would have been dead.

Another laugh escaped his lips.

"If you wished to kill me, then you should've come before I killed them," Samael gritted out and received no reply from the holy man, "Oh right. You don't dirty your hands. You send your pets to dirty their hands in blood instead!"

The purple demon halted his laughter as he kneeled down on both knees with his only hand holding him up. 

'Hit a sore spot, huh?' He grinned ignoring the blazing fire of electricity inside his blood.

"Samael, you will be punished."

"And what would my punishment be, oh Great Lord," he snarked with a laugh, "Imprisonment in Hell? Death to Hell? Exiled to Hell?"

God did not reply, but she saw his lips thinned. Her lips curled as she tilted her head looking at Samael. He was right after all; the ruler of Heaven had been sending many fallen angels and even humans to Hell. Her father was sent to Hell, one of the first to recreate Hell into the empire it was. Then other angels who did not live up to God's expectations were cut down to join her father. As time went on, mortals also joined as punishment for their sins, their failures. 

The ruler of Heaven did not have to worry about an uproar or war itself, because Angels reborn and recover. Demons do not, though they heal quicker. Therefore, if a demon were to die, they would not be remade or reborn like an angel. She wondered why He just does not kill the purple demon who had hurt and killed so many of his children. Does he not care for them?

'Not a surprise,' Eve found herself letting out a sigh through her nose.

"You think Hell as punishment, but I thrive and live there," the enemy laughed manically as blood dripped from his lips, "I am the KING OF HELL!"

  Eve laughed, cutting out Samael's as she stepped closer.

"Stupid Samael," she tsked and grabbed his throat swiftly, "You forget I am Queen. I did not approve you to be King of anything, did I?"

She watched the choked breath of the demon, as her blood singed with glee. Fingers tightened as the sound of his larynx creaked with the pressure. His ruby eyes bulged, and his suffering lungs could be heard from the fight for air. She leaned in to make sure he could see her face, remember the mirth in her eyes, remember that it was her who killed him. Gargling of sounds from him seemed like it echoes in her ears, as he tried to speak through her hold.

What was he going to say? Nothing important. Samael was nothing and always will be lower than the trash of demons. How dare he killed her father and think that he would still live?! To base his success in only a weapon from the Heavens of all places was stupid. 

'You can never trust those from Heaven if He had his clutches on them,' she tightened her hand to hear wheezing.

His eyes were blood shot and mouth hung wide and opened. So close to death he was, and Eve savored it.

"That is enough," God's voice bellowed.

"I do not follow your order," Eve stated as she closed her hand hearing the stuttered gasps and fluttering of lids. 

She did not give Him any attention as her focus was solely on the killer of her father. He would not survive even if he were to live in Hell, because she would do nothing but torture him for her amusement. She will watch as lowly demons eat his insides; she will watch when she order for a servant to stab him over and over; she will show him what torture was and make him regret ever thinking he would be anything more than the dirt beneath her feet.

Click.

A shot, a zipping aimed at her and she lifted her injured arm to block it. Another and she was forced to let go of the killer as she winced from another arrow piercing into her arm. Dropping her arm, she looked at the shooter and her heart dropped.

Mouth opened slightly, as if to say something, she could not find any words. Crossbow held facing her, the angel holding it did not waver from the person he was aiming at. Blue eyes sharp as his blonde curly hair moved with the breeze.

"Adam…"