The Anathema

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  • Published: 30 Mar 2017
  • Updated: 25 Apr 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...


10. Torture Is Not Angelic

The screams reverberate through the caverns, pounding on my head.

I press my hands to my ears, but all I can hear are the anguished screams of the angel we tricked and are torturing for information.

Also, my own childish cries scream in the back of my head, though not so loudly. It's just a reminder of pain I used to go through. I wasn't tortured like this, per se, but I can understand some of his physical pain.

Eventually, I feel a hand on top of my head, and look up through a sheen of tears to see Octavian, his face contorted with conflicting emotions of anger, fear, and grief.

He sits down next to me and I feel better just from the reassuring presence of someone else.

After hours and hours of torture, I can't take it anymore. I jolt up, causing Octavian to jump out of his half-asleep daze.


I grab the bag of medical supplies and race to the source of the screams.

"STOP IT! STOP IT, BOTH OF YOU!" I scream at Even and Lucia. Lucia's small smile falls when she sees me, but Even just drops the sword, making it clang on the floor.

He looks exhausted, emotionally and physically. He's trembling, and his eyes are watery.

The angel looks at me, pure hatred in his yellow eyes.

"Alessandra-" starts Even, his voice quivering.

"I don't want to hear it. You're done. Both of you are done." I pull a needle and thread out of the bag and begin to assess the angel's wounds.

"You can't tell us what to do!" yells Lucia. Her hand, holding a whip, twitches. I flinch a bit.

"I can. It's your choice to listen or not, though," I say. I take a deep breath. "By now you should have your information. It's just cruel to continue."

"You know what's cruel, girl?" snaps the angel to me. I flinch. "Torturing someone and then trying to heal them! That's twisted!"

" don't want my help?" I ask in a small voice

"No, child. I do not. I shall be fine," says the angel, more in control.

"We hardly got anything out of him!" yells Lucia.

"We'll make do," sighs Even, sitting on the ground, trembling. The sword rattles in his hand. "Lucia, I'm setting up a watch on him. You're up first." He gets up unsteadily and gives her the sword. There's malicious intent in her eyes, but she just nods and watches him. "Come on, Alessandra." 

We walk to the barracks where Octavian has a few beds ready, clothes on them. "I thought all of you kids could use some rest. All we've been doing is running and fighting. We'll get them gone soon enough, but you need your strength."

I feel like breaking into tears, but hold them back.

"Did you need something, Even?" I ask him, clinging to the bunk bed's post for support. The med bag whacks my leg.

"Yeah. I suppose." He sits down and begins to take off his knee high boots. "The angel just told us that they intend to kill us all, and they're prepared to use all forces of heaven to do so. I don't know exactly what that means, but it's not good, and it's happening very soon."

"So we need to be working faster," I say. Even nods.

"We need to gather forces. We might not be strong apart, but together we stand a change...albeit so small that it's almost surefire suicide." Even groans. 

"We'll do what we can," I say. Even gives me an odd look, not annoyance or anything like that, but...

"Yeah. We'll do what we can."

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