Do I Look Like A Damsel In Distress?

Chaos's face was pale, her head was dizzy. Even though she was pretty sure this was going to happen, it didn't make it any less worse. She had witnessed a wing-stripping ceremony. She felt bile rise in her throat. Her wings were quivering, though no one could see. She felt it though. However, her eyes were hard and revealed nothing. The only thing she showed was extreme anger and hatred. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an angel grabbing his bleeding nose. Her eyes trained on Damen.

"What have I done this time, that I have to pay with my own wings?" She said through gritted teeth. Damen smiled, still with a firm grip on her chin.

"As I mentioned, sleeping with a demon. That goes against our most precious rules. Demons are disgusting. They are the lowest of the low. The fact that you even would go near one...it's revolting. You were handed everything you could ever want on a silver platter and you threw it away. For their kind?" Damen's voice was laced with disgust and resentment. Chaos had been very offended at his description of demons, but when he mentioned everything she wanted she couldn't stop herself. She threw her head back and laughed.

"You mean you?" Another fit out laughter bursts out. "You are far from anything I will ever want. This is about the engagement isn't it? You're using this as excuse so you're revenge won't be as obvious. You're angry because I'm 'in bed' with a demon? No, you're angry because I'm not in bed with you!" A loud crack was heard through the room. Chaos felt the bruise as her cheek started reddening. She could taste metal in her mouth.

"Do not mock me! You are an ungrateful brat who couldn't stand in her sister's shadow. I could've brought you up, higher than her. You ruined your own future. And now, you will pay. The archangels have decided we have had enough of your incidences, grabs for attention. Conspiring with demons is taking things too far. And after that monster, you were just dangling by a thread anyways." Damen was trying to get a rise out of her. It worked. Her struggling began again as she tried to lunge herself at Damen, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth as she bared her teeth.

"Monster?! You're the monster! I was under your orders! I took an innocent boy's life because of you! Giovanni was nowhere near a monster! He was harmless! I've did nothing that you didn't ask me to, yet I pay for my mistakes and your prejudices ever day!" She fought,with tears in her eyes, but to no avail.

"Don't act innocent. We were cleaning up your messes and bad decisions as always. We are through now. Let's go. We're wasting time. And as for the demon, dispose of him. We won't have a scandal on our hands." Damen said and with a wave of his hand everyone started moving. The two men started to Chaos out and the others went towards Sol.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol's ears perked up at the mention of a demon. He had figured out that the men, or at the very least Damen, were angels. He heard the man call him and his kin disgusting. Shortly after that all of the angels but for Damon and the two holding Chaos started heading heading towards him, about eight to be exact.

Sol smiled in a humorless way that was more of a sneer than a smile. [glow=red,2,300]"Im not even going to waste my time threatening you."[/glow]

When Sol finished his sentence he let slip the constant mental control he had over his aura. It came like a huge icy tidal wave, pure fear, tainted with madness.

Sol inhaled and exhaled deeply, closing his eyes while he did so and opening them when he was done.

Looking at the men headed towards him, Sol cracked his knuckles. [glow=red,2,300]"Well lets get started, I have a friend to save."[/glow]

With that Sol rushed the men, slipping one of his knives out as he did so.

Chaos had a little pocket of worry for Sol. However, she knew he was more than capable of taking care of a handful of angels. Herself, however, was not so lucky. Damen was tracking them through the woods. She was angry, but fear for what was to come was overruling her anger. She looked around. The snow was falling and the trees looked the same. Soon, the small cabin disappeared. She was getting dizzy. Where was she? She was scared and lost. She was very tired. She started to go limp and her eyes closed. A little slap against her cheek- her bad one- made her jerk up.

"Now's not the time to sleep, princess." Damen said and she growled.

"Keep your filthy hands off of me." Chaos hissed and she was grabbed by a handful of her hair. She hissed as she was jerked up.

"You call me filthy, yet let that demon touch you? Check again to see whose hands are really dirtier." Damen replied hotly. Chaos grinned.

"You're jealousy knows no bounds. You're even willing to rip my wings off because you think I'm 'tainted'. Admit it, you're just angry because I didn't choose you." Chaos replied and Damen glared at her.

"Don't be absurd. You're losing your wings because of repeated offenses and relations with a demon."

"No, that's why they're doing this. But you are just being a selfish, spoiled, idiot!" Chaos received another hit to the face for her words. She winced.

They kept walking and Chaos started to see something dark through all the snow. As they got closer, she realized it was a van. Two people were standing outside the van, waiting. Her parents. Her father and mother stood there looking indifferent. As they approached and her father caught sight of her face, he openly expressed his anger. Her mother stayed indifferent.

What happened to her face? What is the meaning of these bruises?" He father was steamed. Damen kept his back straight and head high; confidence radiating.

"Her demon turned on her and became violent once we showed up. He was under the impression that she had sold him out." Damen lied smoothly and Chaos glared. How dare he even suggest Sol had hit her.

"Why does it matter? Soon she will no longer be our daughter. She brought this upon herself." Her mother calmly stated and left no room for argument. "Get her in the car." She said and everyone acted obediently. Chaos couldn't even express how she felt, her jaw hurt very much. Soon they were off and driving at an insane speed.

[Solemn Creed]

With so much adrenaline pumping through his veins, Sol viewed the world in slow motion with his quick and agile movements appearing in stark contrast with those of the men.

Sol's knife flashed, opening a gash along the length of the first man's right forearm while Sol's other fist slammed into the second's solar plexus. With one man clutching his arm and the other wheezing out of breath, Sol lept back and began to circle around the small room so as not to be surrounded by their superior numbers.

When Chaos was out of view Sol turned towards the men and grinned, although it was more of a baring of teeth. [glow=red,2,300]"You all think you know what a demon is, well I'll show you."[/glow]

With that a cry that sounded like a mixture between pleasure, pain, and rage burst from Sol's throat, that could be heard for miles, as his true form came rushing back. Thick horns grew from his forehead, his stature grew from 6"1 to 8"7, the whites of his eyes became red with green feline pupils and no irises. His fingernails turned black and turned into talons, his fleshed thickened and grew spiked in some areas, wings grew from his back, and lastly his flesh turned from ivory to blood red.

[glow=black,100,300]"Are you ready to play?"[/glow] Sol asked them while examing the points of his talons. He now towered over them all and he could tell from their expressions that they were rethinking their situations. Too late, Sol thought.

Sol rushed them and lashed out with his right hand. He ripped the arm off of one man and tossed it back to where his knife was. He batted one man aside with his left forearm and bent low then smashed his forehead into another. One dead and the other bleeding to death.

Sol clawed another, leaving four gashes in his chest, snagging and tearing out a rib as he did so. Sol felt a sudden pain in his side and he turned to glare at a man who had picked up and stabbed him with his own knife.

Sol grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off his feet while fending off the others with his left. He stared the man in the eyes as he drained the life from his body, reducing him to a withered and lifeless husk. Sol tossed him to the side where he collapsed into a pile of dust. He glanced down, the wound was nearly healed but he needed more.

Sol grabbed two others and drained them in a similar fashion. The rest attempted to flee for the door. Sol caught up to them, rending the back of the first's calf, stomping on the back of the second's ankle, and driving his hand through the last two.

Sol pulled his hand from the two men and the fell to the floor, gasping more than breathing as their lungs filled with blood. He made short work of the cripples and left the cabin as quickly as possible.

Sol launched into the air while changing his form just enough so that his outward appearance changed back his normal for while keeping his wings. He scanned the trees and let out another roar. Sol spotted a van racing away in the distance and he headed after it.

Chaos heard a distant roar, but couldn't think much about it. Inside the van they were changing her, getting her ready. Her t-shirt and jeans disappeared and in their place was a pair of white loose pants and a white tank top. Her many earrings disappeared only to be replaced with two simple pearls. Her hair was pulled tightly into a bun and she nearly cried out at the force her mother used. Nearly. Wherever the ceremony was being held at, it was close.

Chaos was right. They stopped nearly ten minutes later. They had been prepared, they had known where Chaos was. They pulled her out of the Van and quickly ushered her into a snowy field. Her eyes widened. People from her clan stood in a circle, all with sullen looks on their faces. Some held hanker chiefs to their eyes. In the middle of the circle was the leader of our clan, Skye. He looked very upset. He was the nicest angel in the clan. He always supported her and stood by her side. He vouched for her wings to be kept. The fact that he was the one to do this really struck a cord.

Chaos was brought in front of Skye and forced to kneel. The two angels on either side held her arms out wide and her head faced the ground. Two more angels stood behind her. Skye spoke. "Chaos Mordecai. for the wicked deed you have done, You shall be stripped of your wings. You shall fall and become a Fallen. You shall no longer be considered part of this clan. We are no longer your family. Release your wings." His voice was authoritative, but Chaos could hear the sorrow. She didn't release her wings.

"Release you wings or we will be forced to cut them out." Sky repeated and Chaos hear the unsheathing of a blade. She took a breath and let her wings break free. The burst from underneath her should blades and she nearly gasped at the sensation. A second later she felt a set of hands gripping each wing. They quivered. Chaos closed her eyes, a tears slipping from the blue orbs.

[Solemn Creed]

Through sheer willpower, and partly due to stolen energy, Sol managed to keep up with the van and was only a little ways behind when they came to a stop.

Sol could see a large crowd angels gathered around the van that had come to a halt. In the middle was an angel who carried a feeling of authority, the crowd must be Chaos' people and the one in the middle their leader. Sol knew that they must have planned to de-wing her and he planned to stop them.

Sol could see her dragged out on her knees, her appearance drastically changed, and they prepared to cut off her wings when he finally reached them. Sol went back to his complete white skinned and ebony haired human form with no wings when he felt he was close enough.

His momentum from when he was flying still carried him forward but he was decending at a fast rate. Sol full body tackled the angels, making sure to hit them at just the right angle so her wings were ok, preparing to tear Chaos' wings out as a speed of over 90 mph. Sol's demonic bone structure absorbed the impact like it was nothing and what it didnt absorb turned the angels he had collided with into crumpled and broken things. He noticed one was the angel called Damon.

Sol quickly lept to his feet and drew the sword he had brought to the cabin and taken with him. He stood guard over Chaos while he used his blade to widen the circle around them.

[glow=red,2,300]"Chaos, Im here. Get up."[/glow]

Chaos was expecting intense pain; pain so deep it reached her soul. What she felt instead was a rush of wind. She collapsed at Skye's feet, but saw him take a step back. She closed her eyes in relief. Her wings were okay. They were attached. But...how? Suddenly a shadow crossed over her and a voice spoke. She cried. She was so happy to hear Sol. She was okay. She stood up, wiping her face gently -careful of the bruises- and looked around.

Everyone's eyes were wide and focused on the sword held expertly in Sol's hand. Chaos noticed a guard angel and Damen's crumpled body lying on the ground. She felt a wave of disgust crawl over her at the thought of him touching her precious wings. Speaking of which, she curled them around her, inspecting them. She looked up at Sol, giving him a barely there smile.

"Thank you..." Her voice was a whisper.

Suddenly an angel came forward to attack. Chaos recognized him as Lucas Vincent, Damen's father. In his hand was a sword, silver and double edged. However, it seemed to be more of a show sword, Chaos could tell the weight of the hilt was unexpected to Lucas. It was not his fighting weapon. Yet, for the sake of his son, he attacked. And he was going for Chaos. Chaos slipped slightly behind Sol, as to use him for a shield. Her precious knives were in her other pants and she couldn't go hand to sword with Lucas.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol glanced down briefly at Chaos' face and was enraged by what he saw. Welts and bruises were blossoming all over her face as if she had been struck many times since her capture. His eyes narrowed and his next exhale was intermingled with a few sparks.

Sol shook his head mentally. He would not kill them quickly with fire, they deserved worse than that for what they had done to Chaos. That she had been under his protection only made things worse, she had come to harm on his watch and now her aggressors would pay evenif he had to kill them all.

[glow=red,2,300]"Who did this to you?"[/glow]

Sol noticed movement to his side. The one named Damon still moved. Apparently the other angel had taken most of the impact although Damon had at least one broken leg. Sol waved him off as to be dealt with later.

Suddenly one of the angels darted forward wielding a decorative silver sword. The image made Sol smile. He made a quick swipe with his own blade, forcing the angel to block.

[glow=red,2,300]"Is this the one who did this to your face?" [/glow]Sol asked Chaos.

[glow=red,2,300]"You will all curse the day you lost your lives challenging the might of an Archfiend."[/glow] Sol told the crowd around him as he parried one of the angel's swipes with ease. With that he let his aura permeate the air. Most would probably resist the pure fear while some may be driven insane by the madness that tainted it.

Chaos would've punched anybody else in the face, under different circumstances. She did not like to be avenged and she didn't like other people fighting her own battles. However, she was scared and hurt and weaponless. All around useless. And Sol was only trying to protect her. So instead of punching him in the face, Chaos simply pointed down to Damen's sadly still operating body.

As Lucas's and Sol's swords came in contact, a certain aura was released. Sol's aura of fear to be exact. needless to say, all hell broke loose. Angels went left and right, running everywhere. Some screaming and others trying to catch the screamers. Chaos pushed aside the fear and stepped farther away from the useless battle between Sol and Lucas. She took another step back, not scared just observing.

Chaos locked gazes with blue eyes so much like hers. Skye gave her a stern look. He didn't come towards her to talk to her. He gave her a look. It wasn't threatening. It was like he was not okay or happy at all about her actions, but he was glad she still had her wings. His eyes slid over to Sol briefly and he smiled. His eyes slid back to Chaos's and gave her a whimsical look. With that he disappeared in the crowd of angels, trying to usher everyone away from the circle, while at the same time trying to calm them down. He was truly a good angel.

Chaos shook her head in amusement. She felt a bloody hand on her leg and looked down at Damen. She raised an eyebrow. She placed a well aimed kick to his face, dislocating his jaw and probably breaking it. She turned her eyes to Sol.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol feinted slashing at the angel's sword hand but at the last moment stabbed towards his lower abdomen. The angel managed to see through the halfhearted feint and managed to avoid being gutted.

After many moments of trading blows Sol decided to end it. He lunged and managed to fake twisting his ankle. The angel aquired an expression on his face that was a sort of 'i cant believe my luck' look as he attempted to stab Sol in the throat. At the last instant Sol regained his balance and parried the attack knocking the angel off balance, but Sol was no longer content to let it end there.

Sol followed up with a lightning fast riposte, taking the angel's sword hand. The angel fell to his knees clutching the stump of where his hand once was. Sol let him suffer for a few moments before he delivered the coup de grâce, cutting the angel's head from his shoulders with practiced ease.

No longer absorbed in his fight Sol looked around him and saw the angels in an uproar. To stop it all Sol cut off his aura of fear knowing the effects would fade momentarilly.

[glow=red,2,300]"You can stand up now." [/glow]Sol told Chaos after kicking Damon, who had crawled over to him, in the face.

As Sol finally ended the fight with Lucas, he told her to stand up. She did so and slowly watched as everyone slowly calmed back down. Every body looked at one another before focusing their eyes back on her and Sol. Their eyes were wide and murmuring started as they eyed them. Chaos stood tall and proud, despite the obvious bruises. She saw her father walk forward with her mother close behind. The angels grew silent. He father stopped a few feet from her and pointed towards Sol.

"What are you doing with a demon? What is the meaning of this? Explain!" Her father said angrily, but never came closer. He was not the type to strike when angry. Chaos deciding to save her words simply shrugged.

"It doesn't matter, she has shamed us all. Like always. Her foolish actions are no longer wanted her and now that she is associating with a demon who has taken lives of our people, I don't want her exiled. I want her put to death." Her mother replied with a sneer. Her father threw her a look of shock and murmurs began, louder this time. Chaos felt laughter bubble out of her, weak, humorless laughter. Her own mother. Her own mother wanted her dead. How was she surprised.

"This is our daughter! How could you even say that. Even the wing-stripping was farther than I ever wanted to go in terms of punishment, but now death? No." Her father said and her mother sent him a withering look.

"We have another daughter. A daughter who's name and reputation could be tarnished because of her. I will not let Chaos bring Scarlet down with her." Her mother said and Chaos snorted.

"Save your breath. We all know. I'm the bad seed. I'm the one who makes everyone look bad. Thief, arsonist, murderer, and now associating with a demon? The whole clan knows I should've been fallen long ago. But, I've been saved, numerous times. By my father and Skye, and I can't thank them enough. And I've been condemned by my own mother. I've never been part of your family. I don't even carry your last name. I'm sick and tired or being taken care of by a clan that doesn't even want me. And I don't need you anymore as you can very well see. Sol can take care of me just fine, and I can take care of myself. So now that the monologue's over, I leaving the clan." Chaos said and yanked the silver chain necklace from her neck. A blue crystal, a sign of her clan dangled from it. She tossed it to Skye, who caught it effortlessly. She turned to Sol. "Can we go now?"

[Solemn Creed]

Sol looked around as the angels calmed down. He desperately wanted to sneer in disgust, but he restrained himself. All of them, just about, were so weak that they gave into their fear with ease. Sol had met several others who hardly flinched when he let loose. Yet this entire crowd, of non humans,to make matters worse, lost it when he did so.

As they calmed down two of the angels stepped forward, stopping mere feet from Sol. A bold move but Sol could see that their actions were not aggresive so he refrained from eating them.

From their words Sol figured that Chaos was was their daughter, and they her parents. From what Chaos had told him of them they didnt seem like the nicest of people. Sure enough, when they opened their mouths they had nothing nice to say.

Sol yawned loudly every time her mother spoke, just to be disrespectful and annoying. [glow=red,2,300]"Where is this Scarlett anyways?"[/glow]

When Chaos asked if they could leave Sol thought for a moment. He looked around at the angry, hate filled, looks on the faces of these... meals. His hunger had been awakened and he wasnt quite sure that he was ready to put it away. He looked at Chaos' mother and glared.

[glow=red,2,300]"I dont like you."[/glow]

It was a pretty childish thing to say but coming from Sol it was more of a threat.

At the mention of Scarlett's name, Chaos groaned. "You don't want to kn-"

"I'm Scarlett." A sugar laced voice replied and all eyes turned to the newcomer.

She was 5'9, had long red hair pulled up into a high ponytail, and crystal blue eyes. She had healthy glowing skin and no blemishes that anyone could see. Her wings were a pure white with just the faintest of red tints. They were thin and yet powerful, much like the rest of her came off as. Even Chaos had to admit, physically she was the epitome of beautiful. However, her personality was so wretched it distorted her whole being, making her ugly both inside and out.

"Go away." Chaos hissed through the pain. Scarlett gave her a wicked smile as she glided over to them.

"Poor little sister, in a messy situation. What else is new? Certainly not the bruises or rather barbaric attitude. The demon, however, is someone I have never seen before. I thought after Giovanni, you would certainly learn your place." She said eying Sol and Chaos nearly launched herself for even speaking Giovanni's name.

"The fact that you have the audacity to even mention him-!"

"Calm yourself. He was just another mess of yours that we had to clean up. And now you can't even take your punishment like an honorable angel. Must be the demon's influence. You can never do anything right. You could never be like me." Scarlett said and Chaos stared at her. She couldn't do anything, but simply stare at her. And while she stared, she briefly wondered what good things came out of being like Scarlett. Being accepted was certainly not enough for Chaos to defy all that she is. Certainly not enough to pretend.

"I'm already leaving the clan. What more do you want from me?" Chaos asked. Scarlett threw her a smile that could rival the sun. However, her words were pure death.

"Your wings. And if I can't have those, your life. You will pay for the trouble you've brought upon our clan."

[Solemn Creed]

When Sol heard the voice claiming to be Scarlett he turned and could not help but be surprised. The contrast between Chaos and her sister was... large to say in the least.

Scarlett seemed perfect in every way, physically at least, and yet when she opened her mouth she made Sol want to hurt her. Now granted, Sol wants to hurt everyone all the time but it was different when he looked at Scarlett. Sol usually had fun playing with his food. He enjoyed the hunt where he would use every tool at his disposal.

Sol himself was almost angelic in appearance, which made it hard to think of him as a demon usually, but his red skin and horns sort of gave him away. But in his human form those things did not exist which made it the perfect disguise, the perfect hunting lure. But when he looked at Scarlett and he listened to her hate filled words and how she spoke of him as if he were a thing, it made him want to make her suffer.

In the middle of Scarlett's last sentence Sol yawned loudly, interrupting her. [glow=red,2,300]"Anyways, now that you are done with your empty threats, I have decided that i dont like you,"[/glow] he pointed his sword at Scarlett [glow=red,2,300]"you,"[/glow] he pointed at Chaos' mother [glow=red,2,300]"and i have no problem with you but your face makes me angry for some reason so you too."[/glow] he finally pointed at her father as well.

Finished speaking, Sol began to walk towards Scarlett, his sword resting lazily on his shoulder.

Chaos felt her eyes widen when Sol, after stating that he doesn't like any of her family, started walking towards Scarlett. She wanted to stop him, yet at the same time she wanted to see what he would do. He was clearly going to attack Scarlett, but Scarlett wasn't like most of the angels. She was actually a pretty decent fighter. She was on par Chaos, but she would never admit it. Chaos felt her strong will and technique could over power her, but Scarlett was more quick and dodgier than Chaos was. She took the offensive. Counter-attacks were her specialty.

"Sol, as much as I would love to see you fight my mother's other child, I would really like to put ice on these bruises." Chaos said glancing around as the other angels watched with interest.

"Sol, huh? So the demon has a name. Well, Sol, I would really hate to waste my energy on fighting scum like you, but if you insist." Scarlett said and she opened her hands. A pure white scythe appeared, standing a little taller then Scarlett herself. She gripped it with both hands and slid into an offensive position, preparing for the attack.

"Stop this at once, we do not need to fight. Chaos has opted to leave the clan. Her disgraces no longer fall on out shoulder, but her own." Skye said, trying to keep the peace.

"He has insulted our family and is protecting Chaos from her punishment. The punishment was issued out while she was still a part of this clan and therefore it shall be given to her. We do not let her slide by because she's leaving. And if this demon is going to protect her, then he shall be just another casualty. He can walk whenever he chooses." Chaos's mother said and Chaos couldn't believe her. Standing up and opposing Skye just because she didn't think Chaos deserved her wings? Sky said nothing, deciding she had a valid point. However, Chaos thought that he knew she wasn't losing her wings today.

Chaos decided to step back and see how this all played out.