Chapter 194: HEAL AND HURT

The battle of Nemue and Raphael have not ended at all,

As the witch's army proved to be smart and bold.

The harder thing is that her allies are both humans and monsters,

Whenever the angel would attack, she'd control the humans in strings to take over.

It was hard, she knows their weakness.

Their love, was taken advantage.

And although Raphael had promised,

He couldn't dare hurt a single human,

As the witch then mocks him.

She laughed a maniacal laugh,

Belittling the angels and their every attack.

The witches at her back,

Even threw insults to the creatures of white.

It was unfair, Raphael thinks,

And he felt disheartened.

If only Selaphiel was near,

He would have known how to end this.

He quickly felt motivated however,

After seeing the way Humility blocked an attack meant for him.

"Come on, don't mope around and surrender,

Archangel Raphael, we are all in this together."

The reaper quickly scooped Raphael up the floor,

As they smiled warmly at each other.

Humility may have gotten cold,

But he is still warm in his core.

The short lapse of time gave way for Nemue to attack the reaper,

Which quickly, turned into butterflies which scattered.

"Such great reflexes, it really is a bother,

To fight such...talented reapers."

The butterflies turned into Humility again,

But this time, the pain looked quite evident.

It seemed that the woman scattered some of his butterflies,

And the butterflies returning to him, were getting fewer each time.

"Yeah, uh, my pets really loved the flavor of insects,

So try and dodge my attack again...

And I can't promise that you'll turn complete with limbs."

Her voice was irritating the reaper further,

As he uses a sour memory to fuel his anger,

He lost his friends, his lover,

All because of these demons, he'll end them one way or another.

"Such a dumb and useless plan,

Do you really think you'll be ever satisfied?

And even if I hate Lucifer the most,

Your sins of betrayal, is truly one of the worst."

Humility comments as he strikes through and through,

But Nemue felt unaffected, as her opponents endure.

"I don't really care, all I wanted is for Azazel to rule,

After that-" "He'll no longer make use of you."

Raphael's words broke the woman,

No way he'd just use her, no way he can.

She felt a bit distracted, and with that short amount of time,

Raphael managed to land a hit, injuring half her face,

wiping her smile.

The human puppets lost their strings for a while,

And as they tried to run, some were devoured as they whine.

The reapers tried to save some, both with their occupied minds,

Some of them, earned the rescue with their lives.

Humility was shocked, he was losing more of his sisters and brothers,

He quickly gritted his teeth,

"The demon's reign...will be no more,"

Humility threw a concentrated ball of fire,

And although it was risky to miss, he threw it at her,

And because she was blinded by her own blood,

She quickly fell back, as she burned from the attack.

The witches behind her were shocked,

But they continued on, with their attacks.

The monsters, without Nemue's orders momentarily halt,

And as they figured out, she've fainted, were hesitant to do their part.

"Should we retreat and treat our miss?"

A witch to her comrade, suggests.

"But Lord Azazel won't be pleased,

I don't think Miss Nemue will, as well,"

Raphael transformed into his original form,

Scaring the witches, than before.

Though it drains him a lot more,

He cannot let the monster take any more.

He sung a song that was as depressing,

Even his comrades, covered their ears.

It was a desperate move for his part,

But he'd do anything, with all his strength and heart.

The witches, the monsters, covered their ears,

The angel Raphael, had two abilities.

He could kill your soul, and break your bones,

Just as much as he could heal your body, with a touch or a song.

Raphael thought he'd never use it again,

As he was never the type to enjoy inflicting such slow pain,

And yet, as he looks at the witches who he believes were lost souls,

Though angered and hurt, he couldn't help but feel soft.

Why was their nature to be so understanding?

It was harder for him to keep fighting.

As their voices begged and plead for his mercy,

The reapers behind him, urged him to keep continuing.

The angels behind him were unaffected,

And so were the reapers, inside the barriers,

They could only cheer, and laugh as their opponents suffer,

Oblivious to the side effects, Raphael will endure.

He then shifted back, and vomited what seemed like greyish blood,

The witches quickly rot,

As they cried in defeat,

What a shameful plot.

Raphael could not even move,

As his ability to destroy had rarely been used.

His trauma of using it, all came back,

As he used the same ability, to finish some brothers who stabbed their backs.

He weeped as he apologizes to God,

For being so weak, unable to act.

Humility walks to him, comforting the angel,

Until he quickly, shot in the head.

The quick turn of events shocked everyone,

As what they believed was a corpse, started to rise,

Nemue just healed herself,

After emptying a bottle, by drinking its content.

"Ah, look what mess you made,

I'll certainly avenge, the death of my comrades."

She flicked her fingers,

And their bodies, though crisped,

Started to rise, as she used them as puppets.

"Well then...let's end this."

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(Ken's POV)

The heat felt overwhelming,

And my heart beat ever increasing,

The cold had really weakened my body,

For how long could I keep this?

I'm not quite sure, but I'm trying.

The angels behind me showed grieve worry,

But I can't be too obvious, they've already done a plenty,

Instead, I walked on, and on, to where they thought Raphael was,

But as expected, he's also busy, and needed some extra hands.

There, on the rooftop, we see a figure that can only be too obvious,

A white-haired man, with wings opened wide.

The archangel of humility, that who battles pride,

Was Raphael, himself, who doesn't look too good either,

His attire already covered in greyish blood.

He had a glimpse of us, and was extremely worried,

And such worry, had made him distracted.

The demon they were facing, was all too familiar,

Although, she seemed to have a few changes,

I still recognize her from afar.

I crumpled my fists, wanting to help,

Even though I could, smell the scent of Death.

The angels told me, not to interfere,

As they need me alive, but I can't just watch them die.

"A hero, is supposed to save lives,"

"And a hero, is not supposed to commit suicide,"

Abaddon says as he agrees with the angels,

However, watching them felt uneasy.

"Is this really the right thing to do?"

"Will YOU, dying become useful?"

"How could you expect me to save the world?

If I can't even save those of my own?"

Abaddon tells me yet again that he'd jump in,

But before he could even begin,

A creature emerged from the darkness,

And who else could it be, but Mammon himself.

"Ah, and I thought I detected your presence,"

The demon said, barely even scared.

He was about to shoot me, when Aza's barrier activated,

Surprisingly, it just ate through it.

Abaddon was quickly shot, bleeding.

"Surprising, huh? Well, Lucifer and his human friends had been experimenting a lot,

After a few months, it's finally perfected and done.

Guess what? My blood is heavily concentrated in these small bullets,

So whatever thing you give me, it will just crumble to waste.

The sad thing is...only I can use this.

I'd die if they make more of this,

It's my blood after all,

But I think...even one is too powerful.

Let's see if it's effective, huh?

Let's see if this works at the angel of destruction."

Abaddon wraps his wound,

As he tells me to hurry soon,

"Aza, take Ken to the roof,

He's much safer there,"

"But he'll just fight off sturbborly like you."

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have told him to hide,

In war, our only option to live is to fight."

Aza, though saddened to leave her husband,

Quickly told me to follow his advice.

I prayed the heavens to help Abaddon win,

But I am still scared, though it yet has to begin.

I may not have known Mammon so much,

But I've heard from Lluming, that he was fast.

And with Abaddon, already wounded and drained,

Against a demon Lord, would be quite a pain.

My amulet was pitch red,

Signalling another strong opponent.

The sadness in me turned into desperation,

If I can't fight Mammon, then I'd fight whatever's in the rooftops,

Although some would call it a reckless decision.

Nemue was surprised when I climbed at the top,

She looked unsure, but her eyes grew troubled a lot.

"I feel...like we've met before, that I remember you,

And yet, I don't, so...who are you?"

"It doesn't matter, you were trying to harm my brothers,"

"Eh? But you don't even look like them,

I see...darkness in your aura,

Are you sure...you're just like these weak fellas?"

I don't know what she meant,

But if she meant the anger burning in my heart,

Then she's right, I am seeking revenge.

Forget for a moment what my ancestors told me,

I wanted to act a bit free, a bit ruthless.

After all, how can I not?

When I see the pained expression of archangel Raphael,

To hold back...to remain pure,

I simply don't care.

For that moment, all that ever was...

was range.

I kept losing, a lot of my fights have been handed to someone else,

I can't just succumb to this uselessness,

I don't care if she's a demon or a witch,

I don't care if she had once been my friend...

Even if I felt bad for her before,

She still harmed the angels, who've become my family, amidst this bloody war.

I couldn't help but feel this way,

No matter how hard Raphael tells me to retreat and obey.

And as this anger inside me worsens and worsens,

The hotness in my body,

temporarily looms away.

"Fine, I'll fight you by your request,

Don't think I'd go easy on you,

So make sure to do your best,"

The witch dared mock me,

As she lunged forward her puppets.