The Anathema

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  • Published: 30 Mar 2017
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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...


12. The Cambions in the Sewers

When we get back to the city that morning, I'm expecting the same scene of ruined, charred buildings.

It isn't even close to the same.

The buildings that haphazardly swayed in the stale winds, have been reduced to smoking rubble. The sky, which is usually just a dark gray, is on the verge of an eternal dusk. Ash and smoke fill the air, making it hard to breathe. Sometimes in the sky, you see a glint of something, then it's gone.

We decide to use the sewers.

I remember back to just a few days ago, when I had my hair neatly braided, wearing only pristine white clothing. 

Now, my hair is singed, and charred at the edges. I'm wearing several hundred year old clothes comprised of thin black jacket and top, green pants that are too big, and knee high boots. I'm also ankle deep in sewage.

I smile a bit. Mother would have lost it.

We walk in the sewers under the city for miles, without a definite destination in mind. 

"Even...where are we going?" I finally ask. Even looks back at me, the sword's hilt that's strapped to his back obscuring his face.

"We're going to the angels."

I don't know how to respond to that, so I just keep silent and wade through the muck.

Eventually, sounds from deep in the sewers echo to us, screams of hate and pain, a clanging of metal.

Even stops for a second, then bolts to the area. Lucia and I run after him, trying to keep up with his unearthly pace.

After nearly half a mile, we come upon the bloody scene of nearly a dozen injured cambions, and a white blur among them.

There are incoherent shouts at the angel, but he isn't hurting them. 

The angels, armed with pipes and baseball bats, try to whack him as he flies past, and hit each other. 

He spots us, and flies behind us.

"H-Help me, please. I do not wish to kill them," he stutters. I stare for a second at the angel. 

Something's wrong. If angels could get sick, then he would be.

Every angel I've seen has radiating skin, whatever color it is. It seems to glow. Their hair is lustrously shiny.

This angel's skin is pale white, and seems to be cracking, like when a cambion becomes more demonic. His hair is stringy and his eyes are tinged red. 

We recover from our shock and Even and Lucia round on the angels, yelling at the advancing crowd.

"WOAH, WOAH! Someone mind telling me what's  going on?!" yells Even. The crowd stops, and a middle-aged cambion woman comes forward.

"He's an angel! He's killed our families!" she yells. The crowd roars behind her.

"Did any of you see him kill your families?" asks Even.

"He would have slaughtered us along with them if we were there! We were lucky to be in the streets!"

"The...other angels are murdering in the streets. He's hiding in the sewers, same as you," points out Even. The cambions don't buy it.

"Look at him," I interject. Their heads turn to me. "He's not so angelic anymore." I look to him.

"I-I am not," he says. "I fell. I am a fallen angel. I am no longer amongst the ranks of heaven."

Shock crackles through the air, murmurs of Fallen angel? circulate until the angel clears his throat.

"My orders were to rescue the humans, kill the demons. I see no demons in need of slaughtering, but no humans in need of saving. I see a third party of beings, condemned to death when they were not a part of the original orders." His eyes cast lower. "Though I will now be exiled to earth, or fall farther to hell, I can not let the slaughtering of innocents take place."

"That's really sweet," says a cambion viciously. "But it won't bring my wife back!"

"Please, everyone-" I start.

"Shut it, blanch!"

I clench my jaw.

"SHUT UP." I grab the fallen angel's hand and march him away from the prying eyes of the cambions. From my peripheral vision I see Even talking gently to the crowd.

I stare the fallen angel in the eyes. "We need to help them."

"This is obvious, human."

"Yes, but we need them to understand that we're trying to help. That you're trying to help."

"They will not listen."

"Not to us, but if Even can get them to calm down a bit..."

"Alessandra!" calls Even. We walk back over to the angry crowd. "Isn't there something you want to say?" asks Even pointedly.

"We will accept the help of the angel." Even raises an eyebrow. "And the human will not be harmed."

Even nods.

After a few more words, the cambions march forward, Even leading them, Lucia directly behind him. The angel, Sariel, he told me, trail behind them, getting dirty looks if we come too close.

Under Even's guidance, we march straight into a waiting garrison of non-fallen angels.

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