The Mocker slams another shield down of his own making!
Nameed is fighting a group of fallen angels when he hears Elina’s scream. A final swing of his sword and the last angel in front of him falls to the ground in pieces, still twitching with the life running out of him.
He feels Elina’s pain and hears her thoughts to save Alex at all costs. He sees inside where Alex is in a ball lying on the ground with the Mocker kicking him and laughing. He steps toward the shield and it flashes dropping. Alex is ported just before another wall of dark energy manifests locking Elina inside with the nightmare called the Mocker.
“Alone at last!” his wicked voice calls out and no one can get in and she can’t get out.
Elina watches Malach soundless roar as he attempts to break through the shield and her eyes connect with his. “Protect Alex, Malach. He is the future.”
“You preach, Keeper but do you walk the walk?” Bleeding heavily from her thigh and face, Elina stands defiantly facing her enemy.
“I have no need to walk, for my Lord carries me.” She straightens her back and stands tall watching the Mocker circle like a caged animal. “When my load is heavy and I can go no further, he is with me!”
The metallic scent of her blood fills the dome and her words strike home, infuriating him. He moves fast, shoving a clawed hand toward her chest.
She drops her sword and tries to block the hit, but his blackened nails drive forward and sink into her skin. As she feels his clawed fingers break her skin, she locks her arms, pressing back against the strength of hell.
Alex feels the push and loses his breath as she ports him to safety. But when he opens his eyes, he is surrounded by Nightwalkers. They smell his blood and are hungry for it.
Nameed ports in front of Alex just as the Nightwalkers leap at the boy. He wraps his massive striped wings over Alex and absorbs the blows.
They attack like rabid dogs, biting clawing and ripping out chunks of the powerful angel. Alex can only watch from the ground. He turns his head and watches, through blood hazed eyes, as the Mocker begins to kill his sister. The air is filled with the sounds of death all around him.
A deep voice calls out from the heaven, “I see you demons!” the demons on Nameed fall backwards in agony.
“You are temptation, liars, corruption, jealousy, envy, greed, and lust. I see you!” The power of his voice causes the demons to writhe in pain, screaming, their flesh begins to boil, “I see you!” he roars again and the flesh melts from their demonic bones, “I see you!” and the bones turn to dust.
Nameed falls forward from his knees landing on his face and Alex attempts to catch him. He stares up weakly from Alex’s arms, broken he whispers, “What took you so long, Michael?”
Michael smiles and drops to help heal his friend.
“It is too late for me, Michael, heal the boy quickly! I fade, our father is calling me home.” Nameed tells him.
Michael pulls Nameed away from the boy fighting a weakened Alex.
“No! Heal him first, please!” he begs the angel. Michaels begins to pray and heal Alex’s grievous wounds.
Nameed watches too weak to speak, he pushes his final thoughts to Alex, “I’m so proud of you. You are a worthy son, our Father is pleased.”
“I’m sorry.” Michael says and watches with sorrow, as his brother closes his eyes for the last time on Earth. A warm glow begins at the center of Nameed’s chest and slowly ripples outward until his whole being his dissolved to stardust and floats skyward drifting on a soft breeze until out of sight. He looks at the young man in front of him and feels his loss. “He was a great warrior, and friend. He will be missed.”
Lost for a moment in his pain and grief, Alex looks towards his sister fighting off the Mocker inside of the shield. He has her backed up against the wall of the energy field and is attempting to rip her heart out with a black clawed hand. The look of victory can be seen on his face as Elina fights and pulls at the hand pushing into her chest.
Alex stands up, amazed his wounds have healed so quickly, and fires a bright white energy ball crackling towards the shield, hitting it where the Mockers head would have been. The explosion reverberates across the old abandoned village and the powerful shield flashes and dims. Enthused by the effect, he fires another charge at the wall and the shield dims some more.
Michael watches and realizing what he is doing calls down lightning strikes to hit the dark shimmering shield as well. With every blast the shield grows weaker.
The Mockers eyes look up from his sister and meet Alex’s. He smiles at him, shaking his head as if scolding a child for stealing a cookie. His eyes flash an unearthly purple and the shield illuminates once again to its full strength.
Michael hits it again with another bolt of lightning and it scorches the earth around the base of the wall but does no damage to the shield. In desperation, Alex throws more strikes at the wall desperate to save his sister, his ears ring with pain from the noise but nothing seems to weaken it.
Finished with his diversion the Mocker returns his full focus back to Elina. His mouth waters at the thought of her blood filling his weakened body. His black tongue flicks at his lips in anticipation. He pushes harder, forcing his claws further into her chest. He can feel her heart beating a rapid staccato as she fights against him. He laughs.
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