Ignite: The Archangels Chronicles

People were running and screaming through the stadium, pushing and shoving, others getting trampled in the mix. Azreal tried to call out to Lucia, but the crowd was moving too fast, turning into a frenzy.

Azreal got all of one foot forward when a rough palm cupped her bicep.

Azreal spun out of his grip calling over her shoulder "Just leave me alone!"

She was sick of this strange man and the even stranger feelings she was having towards him, even though every step away from him somehow felt.. wrong.

Azreal picked up her foot to slam it on the ground, and use her Earth affinity to lift her up and out of the pit.

Before she could do that though, Belial Wrapped his thick, corded arms around her shoulders, holding her tightly with her back pressed against his broad c.h.e.s.t. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "If you go up there right now, you will get trampled, and that will make it just that much harder to find all your friends. And to be honest I can't really have you dying before I've had a chance to play with you."

His hot breath tickled the skin on her b.a.r.e neck. Azreal instinctively leaned into his touch, and whispered back while rolling her eyes "I'm guessing you have a better plan?"

She replied, straightening her back and trying to escape his hold and this intense need for... him.

But he held tight and whispered back "I might."

Tired of this little game, Azreal growled, "I'm listening.." and tilted her head so she could peak at him from over her shoulder.

A smirk was etched into his handsome face, it was like the world stopped when she looked at him. His hair was so black it was almost blue, its silky strands coming loose from its shoulder length braid to frame his strong chiseled jaw as he said "We stay in the pits and make towards the side exit. Your friends are most likely to head there anyway to find you."

Azreal retorted "So, basically, your plan is to just let them find me?", catching him off guard and pushing out of his embrace.

He looked taken aback, "Well not exactly, more of a mutual meeting." He said while rolling his hand.

Azreal huffed and turned on her heel to sprint towards the exit, she had wasted enough time.

The exit corridor was filled with panicked servents darting back and forth, trying not to get swept up in the mayhem. Shoving her way through the throng of people, Azreal scanned the hall trying to spot Lucia's golden head, or Jessa's auburn main.

Instead she spotted Camerons curls bent over a young child, Az rushed up to him grabbing his shoulder firmly and asking, "Where are the others?" She was frantically searching the crowd with her eyes.

The demon had followed her of course, now it seemed she would have two ever present shadows she couldn't shake.

Cameron's hair was plastered to his forehead and his brow was scrunched in concentration as he ground out between gritted teeth, "I'm not sure, we all got seperated." He turned his attention from the little girl to meet Azreal's eyes. "What the hell happend out there?"

Shaking her head, Azreal replied 'I'm not sure." She couldn't meet Camerons eyes when she said it.

A scream pierced the air, "Get back to the house and board up the windows and doors." and immediately Azreal was on her feet, sprinting towards the sound.

The servants halls dumped out into a back alley in one of the many side streets around the coliseum.

Looking around Azreal tried to use her heightened senses to find where the screaming was coming from, but with the rush of bodies around her and the wail of the dying and injured, Azreals senses were on overload. Her head felt like it was going to explode, her wings begged for release. If she wasn't trapped in this Fae form, pretending to only have earth magic, she could fly above this mess and find her family.

Frustrated, Azreal skidded to a stop, and scanned the crowd. She noticed a pool of people gathering around something in the square.

Pushing her way to the front Azreal froze at the sight she beheld. Nadie was on her hands and knees crying out from the lashing a slave master was doling out, but it was Bea who was screaming, as two of the masters guards held her thrashing form, groping and teasing her as she watched Nadie get whipped.

Thunder crashed, and an usually strong wind whipped through the open plaza.

Azreal's magic seemed to crackle in the air. Like sparks of black electricity, fizzing, creating tension.

The slave masters whip drooped as he beheld the drastic change in the weather.

Those gathered went silent and all that could be heard was Bea's sobs as she tried holding her tunic together.

Azreals rage became a living thing inside her, as she stood ram rod straight. "Let them go, now."

The slave master laughed, his swollen belly bouncing underneath his robes. "I don't take commands from concubines!" His guards were snickering behind him as well.

The stupid fat man coiled back his whip and let it fly again.

Faster than the eye could perceive Azreal darted forward and trapped the tip of the whip in her palm.

Without taking her eyes off the dead man and his cronies, Azreal said "Cameron heal her."

She had thought Cameron had disregarded her order, and had been the one following her, but it was Belial's toned form shooting out of the crowd. Azreal heard his knees hit the pavement as he started the healing incantations without a moments hesitation..

A ravenous look took over her features as she slowly pulled herself toward the slave master with the whip.

"You have no idea what you've done, do you?" Azreal continued slowly wrapping the whip around her fist getting closer and closer.

Lighting pierced the sky directly over head.

"Nn,n,no one talks to me that way!" He stammered out trying to sound confident, but Azreal could smell his fear. "Guards seize her!" This man was a coward and a disgusting plague, Azreal was going to enjoy this.

Bea was thrown to the ground and Azreal's head snapped in her direction. The slave master dropped his whip and backed up as his guards rushed forward.

Azreal smiled and decided her magic would be too much of a mercy for these three.

Striding forward, Azreal didn't even draw her sword. She had been training hard these last few weeks, and she was well prepared for this fight.

Rolling her neck, eyes turning all black, fingers elongating and nails turning razor sharp.

She was upon them before they could even see the change.

Slashing out at the first ones throat, then dropping low to avoid the grubby hands of her second attacker. The first guard was holding his throat, stumbling back while his life's blood drained down his front. Azreal then kicked out her leg, tripping her next opponent. As he fell Azreal pushed up from her crouch and slammed her fist into his soft, warm stomach.

Ripping her hand from the guards lifeless body, she stood staring at the quivering slave master. He started backing up like he was going to run away, but was surrounded by the crowd.

"Wh.. What are you?!" The man cried out, his fear pungent in the air.

Blood dripping from the tips of her fingers, Azreal decided to take it the extra step and really make him piss himself.

Azreal tilted her head to the side in and animalistic way, with her blacked out eyes, she let her raven hair fall in front of her face. She knew she was a terrifying sight to behold, and she smiled.

Bringing her bloody hands up to her pouty lips she licked the blood off her finger, making it smear on her chin and teeth as she replied "I am Death's Handmaiden."

Then she pounced as the man let out a shrill scream, Azreal's canines elongating, and her jaw extended and she ripped the mans windpipe straight from his throat. Blood bubbled up between his lips as he struggled to breathe.