theangelofforgiveness:
Here There Be Monsters {1746}
Vaguely aware of Catherine on his tail, Zadkiel tried his best to tune her out, though it was extremely difficult. There was something about this specific woman — no, demon — that had Zadkiel constantly aware of his presence. It was like they were linked together in some way, but the angel was too distracted with his duty to think about that right now. He had stared the other Sucreant in the eye — an older woman and much more powerful than the young face he had been accustomed to — sick to his stomach at her human like blue orbs, implying she had recently fed. This is what Amdusias had led him to, and he was curious to why. An escape ploy perhaps? Zadkiel couldn’t dwell on that just yet, knowing he only had one chance to slay this demon.
And it was missed by a fraction of a second as Catherine suddenly dragged him backwards by his shoulders, causing him to misstep, the sword slipping for a moment, the heavenly fire threatening to catch the low wooden pillars. Zadkiel quickly flipped to catch the weapon, aware he had hit something or someone in the process, making sure he caught at least one of the demon women, pinning her down with his leg, but it was too late. The flame made contact with the flammable materials, in the same time a massive gust of air shook the ship, faints shout of the currents of maelstrom growing stronger by the seamen above, in between the roars of canon fire.
So this was Amdusias’ plan. A Biblical drowning. He listened closely for clues in the wind, smirking to himself when the demon slipped up. “I’ll be back,” He grunted to whoever was on the floor, running at lightspeed towards the upper deck, ignoring the wind calling for the sucreants to follow the angel, to finish the job. He was too focused on slaying at least one demon right now. To try and do his job.
Catherine hit the floor hard with the force of Zadkiel coming down on her, thankfully she couldn’t feel it, but her back would feel odd for a few days to come. What made the sucreant freeze up, however, was that when she touched the angel, she could... feel him. She hadn’t felt in this way in over 200 years. And she hadn’t fed, so it wasn’t a forced sensation. It was just a quick, light feeling, but at the same time it seemed centuries passed before her, stuck in this one moment of humanity. And then he was gone, up the stairs as the flames began to burn the inside of the ship.
“GET UP!” Evelyn shouted, and Catherine noticed that the sucreant’s hands were clutching her shirt. “He’s getting away, go after him!” She seemed more terrified than she ever had before.
“I... yes,” Catherine nodded. “Do you have any blood?” Evelyn shook her head.
“No, but be quick about it, little dove. If Amdusias dies, then it’s over for all of us.”
With that, Catherine stood up and traced the trail that Zadkiel had left for her, Evelyn following close behind. Evelyn had never been a good fighter, and she refused to once she found that Catherine would do just about anything she said.
When she approached the top of the deck, the cannons were blasting left and right, crewmen were running this way and that. It was easy to grab one of them by their shirts, push them to the wall, and cut their neck so she could feed. Digging her head into the nape of the poor crewman’s neck, she felt the blood warming up her insides. As he fell to the ground, a lifeless shell of the man moments ago, Catherine could feel a portion of her power come back to her. But then Evelyn burst out of below deck, shouting and pointing to Zadkiel, who was fast approaching the prized Amdusias.
And there he was, knocking sucreants and humans alike out of the way in his relentless pursuit for Amdusias. She could see Evelyn screaming out of the corner of her eye, she could see the angel getting closer, and she had to make a choice.
Did she really want to live like this anymore? Was there anywhere in the world where she could simply be?
Catherine looked over at Evelyn, closed her eyes, and dissipated to catch up with Zadkiel, using a good amount of the sailor’s life force to appear right in front of the angel on the other side of the boat.
“Killing him won’t stop it.”













