“We shall see,” Uriel snorted.
The two Aspects paced back to their respective
sides. “Is this how humanity’s fate is to be
decided?” Cole wondered. “One big Heaven-
versus-Hell pissing contest?”
Cole watched from afar as each battle unfolded.
The first angel, chosen by the Aspect of Courage,
struck down the champions of Pride and Gluttony
before falling to Envy. Envy and Greed were killed
by Fortitude. Fortitude and Kindness fell to Wrath.
Wrath and Justice killed each other. Sloth was
then smote by Hope.
All that remained on Hell’s side was Asmodeus’
“Our victory is at hand!” said the shorter but
stout angel known as the Aspect of Hope. “They
have but one champion and we have three. They
cannot hope to win now.”
Uriel turned to the angel. “Don’t be so sure,
Ramiel. Look at Asmodeus. He isn’t the least bit
worried. Tell your champion to be on his guard.”
With a wide smirk across his face, Asmodeus rose
his hand high above him with a clenched fist.
“The other champions of Hell were nothing but
fodder. Meet the face of your demise, angels!
Meet my champion: Zafira!”
A dark purple gateway appeared in front of
Asmodeus, one that Cole was very familiar with
by now. Out stepped Zafira, but she was…
different. She hovered a long foot off the ground,
levitated by flapping wings. Unlike the other
demon champions, she wore no armor, instead
opting for thigh high boots, a black leather teddy
that covered her front and little else, and leather
gloves extending all the way to her elbows.
A dark aura swirled around her body like some
kind of magical barrier. Her cold eyes, the darkest
of eyes, pierced the heart of anyone who dare
gaze upon her, leaving them trembling despite her
flawless beauty. The ‘good’ Cole had seen in
Zafira before was mysteriously absent.
She was evil in it’s purest form.
“A succubus?” Ramiel said. ” That is what you’re
being so arrogant about? Their powers have no
hold over angels, and they’re not very combat
“No matter,” the archangel smiled, “this will be an
easy victory for us. Go, my champion! Strike her
down as you did the last one!”
“It shall be done,” the heavily armored angel said.
He carried a spear twice the length of a normal
man, black with blood from his last opponent.
Zafira’s wings carried her to the battlefield as her
angel opponent stepped forward. She appeared
calm and collected, unfazed by the brute angel
three times her size.
“Prepare to meet your end, demon!” the angel
declared, taking a defensive position with his
spear pointed outward.
An evil smile stretched across Zafira’s face.
Gracefully, the tips of her boots touched the
ground, her wings folding behind her. With a
clenched fist, she drew in massive amounts of
arcane power, surrounding her body in a violent
torrent of energy.
Focusing the power into her hand, she hurled a
massive ball of energy at the angel at blinding
speed. Unable to react in time, the angel’s body
exploded, decorating the ground in a mess of torn
body parts and bright white blood.
“Such power!” Uriel gasped.
Asmodeus laughed maniacally. “Fools! She has
consumed more pure souls than even I thought
possible. The magical power that flows through
her body rivals that of a God, one who obeys my
Cole did not understand. She had consumed pure
souls? How was that possible? Zafira said those
with a pure soul were immune to the powers of a
succubus. What was going on?
To Be Continued