~archangel's Tune~ Pt.3 Poem by Autumn VanBrown

~The ground beneath the angel crumbled as she was dragged along, her captures laughing as if she were a joke. Their dark snickers filled the mind of the angel girl, 'Ha. What useless holy trash. Not the most powerful now, are we? ' but luckily she found relief slipping into slumber.

It did not last. When the girl awoke she found herself in an old theatre. It was Victorian, colored burgundy and gold, with a balcony inside of the auditorium. The girl looked up and grimly thought, 'what a great place to die in'. her body was wrapped up in chains, each of them were sealed to perfection to keep her from escaping. As her wings fluttered slightly, she closed her eyes, waiting in solemn peace.

That to did not last. As a sound reached her ears, she had to wonder, could it be that someone has come to save this angel? Maniacal laughs answered that thought, insulting her, and everything she stood for, and she stared into the face of the mocker, the one responsible for so much evil.

He stood over her, tall and muscular. His red eyes and yellow pupils glowed into the gist of night. his skin was pale, and his black wings showed that he once never had wings. As he moved closer, pulled the girls head up by her hair. 'Well well well, if it isn't Anthriel. I see now my army was able to bring you down to your knees'. As he smiled, teeth filled with blood stained the angel's view until she realized who it was. Andras the demon of Discord and her one opposite with the power of the Book of Enoch on his side.

Laugh full of mock, Andras called for one of his minions. The one who came had been one of Anthriel good friends. Her eyes glowed red and her evil will grew strong. It was almost like she knew what she was doing. In the girl's hand, was a towel dipped in heel fire and brought to the angel. The girl placed the towel on Anthriel's back as the angel pleaded for her not to do this. Sure enough it was placed on the tattoo the read fearless on her back.

Removing the towel, the tattoo pulsed and felt violent on the angel's skin. Slowly it became a mark from hell. Quickly trying to rid of the marking, Anthriel broke the chains and began frantically running into the walls of the theater. Bombarding each demon, the angel screamed and bashed her head into the side knocking the images out of her head. Suddenly she heard a voice one that seemed familiar and loving. It was the love of her life now evil and now ready to kill her.

Looking up into the lost eyes she realized that it could not have been her love for he was off doing a mission. A smile occurred from the face. It belonged to Andras. Horrible memories filled her eyes as she chased the demon of discord from the theater and to a sandy abyss where her true love was held beaten to a pulp.~