692 The Angel
Eiro and the others continued waiting for a while. It took a whole ten minutes for something to happen, though. The time-freeze field in front of them had suddenly deactivated, and Eiro could sense a change in the flow of magic around the hallway.
"Alright, there we go," the Demon pointed out, looking at his party members, "Let's keep going, but don't-" Eiro started, but was soon interrupted by a sudden event. He had been able to see it happening, even if it occured at a speed that he couldn't physically react to. Space was cut apart and shifted aside.
Eiro found himself in a different space. A large, empty hall. There was just a single door on the other side of the room. The Demon let out an annoyed groan, "Fuck... well, at least I warned them. They should be able to take care of themselves."
What had happened just now was something that Eiro expected to be a possibility. The 'Dungeon Map' was an artifact that gave the user near-limitless dominion over a certain space. Eiro expected for the Devil to have done something to weaponize this, and that is exactly what had just happened. Using that ability, the space that each individual party member had taken up was moved away from where it was originally. Basically, they were all teleported far away from each other, most likely so that they could all be taken out individually. But Eiro knew they were all going to be fine, so he didn't worry too much. For now, he had to concentrate on what was happening around him. The room was empty, and Eiro couldn't sense anyone or anything around him. Figuring that he shouldn't waste any time, Eiro spread out his wings. Since he was alone now, he could move freely without having to wait for the others. With a flap of his wings, a massive gust of wind appeared below him. Before the dust below him had the opportunity to be moved aside, Eiro shot through the room toward the door. It wasn't able to withstand Eiro and simply shattered open, leading the Demon into a hallway. This space was long, looping and twisting around itself, distorting the Demon's senses together with it. From his perspective, all he could see right now was a deep, straight hallway. Eiro flew for a few seconds before something appeared in front of him. Splinters of wood were scattered around the floor, not even having fully settled yet. Beyond those splinters, a large open room was revealed. The dust that had gathered here over time was pushed against the walls away from the center of the room. Eiro came to a halt and looked around. He had returned back to where he started. --- "Let's keep going, but don't-" Eiro's voice cut out. The space around Ariella had changed. It was too dark for her to see, but she knew that she was alone. As she held her hand forward, rings of light appeared around her arm, illuminating the room around her. To her surprise, she found herself in a church. Wooden benches stretched out into the darkness, and intricate gold decorations led along the carpet beneath her feet toward an altar. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
Ariella looked at the paintings, bracing herself for the next part of the story. A figure appeared beside the angel, reaching out a hand toward him. It promised to protect his daughter and bring the angel happiness once more, but the figure took the trust the angel had given it and ripped it apart within its grasp. It was the Devil, who started to twist the angel's nature more, day by day. It didn't take long until the angel had truly fallen into the Devil's hands, losing his own will. The Devil presented the angel to the Monster King as a present, and the King turned the angel into a pawn. The angel had been turned into a royal; the Hierophant. Under the Monster King's rule, the angel had become a bringer of ruin and death.
Looking at the story of her father, Ariella, the nephilim, stayed calm. There wasn't a single day where she didn't think of this in the first place, so something like this would never be enough to shake her up. Ariella closed her eyes for a moment. She let out a deep sigh. Pushing her hand toward one of her wings, Ariella plucked out one of her own feathers. The feather began to glow and changed its shape, turning into a luminescent arrow. She had pushed her other hand forward, and then nocked the arrow onto an arrow of light that formed around her grasp. Aiming upward, Ariella pulled at the string, and shot the arrow up into the darkness above her. While she was surrounded by nothing but walls, the ceiling had been unendingly tall, with clear dangers lurking in the the shadows. A high-pitched screech echoed through the church as something fell from above, soon landing on the altar with a loud slam. The glowing arrow that Ariella had shot, sticking out from the chest of an angel. Or at least, something that appeared like an angel.
It was a beautiful figure, tall and genderless, something untouchable by the dirty hands of mortals. Large wings were spread out from its back. However, dark blood poured from the wound over its heart, dyeing its pale, naked body black. In its last effort, the angel let out a cry.
Disgusting and corrupted caws, more animalistic than a harpy's, but more melodic than a bird's, came from the angel's mouth. As if responding to the death of their fellow, more caws sounded out from above Ariella, as a flock of furious, false angels shot down at her.