The Anathema

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Long ago, demons and hellcreatures invaded earth. Though they nearly wiped out the humans, humans did as always: adapted. Hundreds of years later, the offspring of humans and demons is the norm. Alessandra lives in this world, and is entirely human. Finally, too late to the battle, the angels are determined to get rid of the demons once and for all. Alessandra, though caught in the midst of the battle, is the only hope for the humane side of the cambions...if it even exists anymore...

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15. Human

When I come to, I feel an odd sense of peace in myself. Like after a good cry: a bit hollow, but content. 

There's the soft sloshing of water that tells me we're still in the sewers, and the warm fabric of...I look up, seeing Even's white-blond hair. Even is still carrying me.

"Even," I say quietly. He looks down, his green eyes saying something.

"You want me to put you down?" he asks. I nod. He gently puts me down, and I hold his sleeve for support.

"Thank you," I tell him, "for carrying me." Even shrugs.

"You couldn't really walk, now could you?" 

I shake my head and smile a bit. 

Our group trudges on, and I can feel the animosity being directed at me.

"Where are we going now?"

"City hall. We're sorely outnumbered, but we have to do something now. Now, or never. It's our final shove. We're hoping to be diplomatic about this and talk it through, but if it comes down to it...we're prepared to die fighting."

"I think the second option is more likely."

"Me, too."

We walk in silence for hours, until a cambion calls to Even. "Here! We're right under city hall."

We walk to the side of the sewers where a ladder leads up. 

Even goes up first, and tells us the coast is clear. 

The rest of the cambions ascend, and Sariel, who had been dragging at the back of the herd, stops me.

"Alessandra," he says, wary, his eyes wide. "You need to stay away from this fight. It's too dangerous."

"Why?" I ask, a growing suspicion of that it's because I'm not as strong or agile as them.

"Because you're human."

"You're right, Sariel. Thank you for your concern, but you said it yourself: I'm human." 

I ascend the latter, getting a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. 

 

We land in a rank smelling concrete room. A manhole cover is put back into place from where we came up.

"We're in the subbasement of the city hall," whispers Even. "Below the basement. There's a ladder over there. We'll go up to the basement, and head up. We're going to find a group of angels and make them listen."

"Too late for that," says a deep voice.

An angel.

"You know, we can hear you?"

Half an hour later, we get our wish.

An audience with angels, though these are not just any angels.

They're archangels: Michael, and Raphael.

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