Devil's Advocate - 6 Sight
Title: Devil's Advocate - 6 Sight
Author: Esana Bridges
Note: Please do not feel insulted.
Erick lightly smelled the hand that had held Devi's - that soft, very distinct scent that didn't smelled like almost nothing at all - and then stepped into the shadows.
He had long ago learned the 'devil's art' of disappearing into the natural darkness of the world and had so much practice with it that he could become invisible anywhere except in God's direct and immediate presence. It was true that every single time he used magic he committed a sin by straying from God, but he had more then enough credit saved up.
Everything that had ever happened was kept in the minds of the Powers or Authorities, who were the keepers of history and also the warriors of God. They were supposed to be completely loyal to God, no matter what.
Technically, though, they were only supposed to give up their information to God, the Dominion that ruled over them, or the Thrones (who were considered their elders in defending justice in the name of God). However, there wasn't any real rule against asking for information or the Thrones giving information.
It was just frowned upon, which was why he was going to sneak in. The higher angels usually disapproved of such practices and if one saw him, they would definitely order him to leave, and an order, unlike an unspoken law, had to be obeyed.
Softly, Erick slipped through the gateway, barely managing to avoid the double-wheeled blue Throne. For a moment, the Throne stopped and turned all its eyes back at the gateway, but when Erick concentrated even harder on pulling the angelic power around and through him, the Throne turned around again.
He ghosted through the room, avoiding weapons and Powers who dealt with Russia or the United States, with Mayans or Aztecs, until he finally reached Newma. She was the Power who recorded all the jobs that all the teams did, which meant that she'd also have information about the whys and wherefores of Devi and Tyri's latest mission.
Making sure that there were only Powers around, Erick let the invisibility fall away.
Newma flinched and then scowled at the man. The Power next to her - Icurin analyzed Erick. He was the Power who stored the information about the teams.
He had sandy-hair, blonde in summer, almost brown in winter and extremely bright green eyes with hazel specks. He was maybe twenty-seven when he'd died, and he'd died a long time ago, before Mary had even existed. He specialized in antique swords and giant metal fans imbued with God's Blessing as defense.
"Here again, Erick?" Newma asked. "What do you need this time?"
"Devi and Tyri just took their first A-rank mission. Devils or demons or something. Why were they there?"
Newma processed the information for a moment. And then another moment.
Erick waited patiently for five minutes and then impatiently for another three minutes. Finally, when the mark hit eight minutes and fifty-five seconds, Erick snapped.
"Newma?"
She looked up, her flashing lightning eyes matching the spear she held in her left hand. "There is nothing."
It took Erick about fifteen seconds to process the words. "You don't know?"
"There is no information."
"...So, you don't know."
Stubbornly, Newma insisted, "There's no information."
"So, basically, you don't know."
Newma just closed her mouth and refused to say anymore. There was an expression on her face that - had it not been an angel, one who served God - might have been called a scowl.
Well, Devi is not going to like that... Erick thought. He considered asking some of the other Powers, but if Newma had no information, then it was impossible anyone else would. "Okay, I'll check in later. Thank you, Newma. Good-bye, Newma. Good-bye, Icurin." He waited for their farewells and then pulled the invisibility back over him and began to make his way out of the room of dangerous weapons and even more dangerous warriors and historians of God.
"You just completed one. Are you sure you would like another job?" Kereu asked.
Erick answered mindlessly as he examined Kereu. Devi had been right. There was something different about the Dominion. She looked...like she was in shadow and her light orb was at least five times less bright then normal. And she was carrying it in a sword, which really surprised Erick, because Kereu hardly ever put her light orb in a sword.
As if she heard him, the glowing orb flickered as the sword morphed back into Kereu's customary scepter. "I had to intervene," She said as an explanation.
Ah. Erick nodded. Intervention was rare, but occasionally necessary. It was the only time Kereu used a sword.
"Right now, we don't have many A-rank missions. There is one B-rank one, but Steila asked me to hold it for her group." Kereu looked up from the seed plant. "There are some lower class missions if you would really like to do something."
Biting his lip, as if thinking about it, Erick finally shook his head. "Never mind. Could you just let me know if anything comes in?"
"Of course."
"Thank you, Kereu."
He walked out of the room.
The dark Kereu waited for several long, long moments before holding her hand up to her face. There was a tiny little statue of an angel in it. "Tell Lein to stay out of sight. Erick is roaming." She tossed the statue to the floor.
The statue grew and grew and colored itself until it was a beautiful angel, the messengers of God. He bowed to Kereu and then took off.
Dark Kereu watched him go. There was a lot of angel power around Kereu's office. No one would notice.
"Erick?"
"Yes."
Lein frowned. Erick hardly ever "roamed", as Dark Kereu had put it so eloquently. If he wasn't on a mission, he was either in his rooms, in some girl's room, or on Earth, getting caught up on events there.
I wonder what got him up, Lein nodded and the angel turned around, heading back to Dark Kereu. He was 'grateful' for the warning, if someone like him could even feel an emotion so positive.
Erick was one of the dead who had a very gifted and intuitive sight. He could see through all minor and mid-level magics and many major ones as well. If he met Lein, he would definitely see that something was not right. Maybe he couldn't see Lein's true face, but he would definitely not see the face of Lein.
Again, Lein cursed himself. He was stupid for having come himself. The dark spheres were more then enough to overtake this pathetic excuse for Paradise. He shouldn't have let his ego take control and visited his old home just for the kicks of seeing his power and his plan succeed at last.
There was a major difference between the enchantment Lein had cast on himself and the magic that had gone into the creation of the dark spheres.
The dark spheres were a form of the highest magic, which could only be made 1) in the depths of Hell and 2) with numerous human souls and the power of several fallen angels. Nobody, but God could see through them, and Lein wasn't going to let any of his spheres go near God.
Even the Seraphims, God's personal angels and the highest angel, couldn't see through high magic. Angels had little to no Sight at all, a truth that Lein found amusing. It and their perfect personalities made them that much more easy to fool.
The magic Lein had cast on himself was a simple transformation. He 1) hadn't felt like going to all the trouble of doing more high magic and 2) if he had used the dark sphere magic on himself, he would have been turned into one of them - not a very pleasant experience.
So Erick being out means that I can 1) go back or 2) go hide. Lein grimaced. He didn't like either option. Still it would beat having his plan exposed and having to back out for another few hundred eons.
Opening his wings, Lein took off into the air. Earth would be a good place to visit. Maybe he'd drop by a courtroom and watch some innocent get dragged off, screaming and kicking, to live eternity in a prison that they hadn't deserved.
Erick frowned and looked around. He felt magic around him, which was unusual. Aside from him, there were few others who used it. Of course no angels would. It was against their very nature.
He looked around, trying to find the source. He turned in several circles and then looked up. There was a dark flash in the air, like wings casting a shadow on the white light above.
Dark wings...black wings... Erick frowned as he continued to stare at the white sky. Who has black wings in Heaven?
"Erick?"
Startled, Erick turned around and then smiled. "Hey, Tyri. What's up? How's the leveling going?"
Tyri pouted. "We still have like 2500 to go before we get to B-rank." She sighed. "How did you guys get up so fast? We've been here for like twenty years already, and we're still at C-rank."
Grinning, Erick shrugged. "I'm pretty amazing." He grinned at Tyri. "Plus, my team has twice the number of people you do."
Whacking him lightly, Tyri fell into step next to Erick, examining Erick as she did so.
Erick was a legend in a legendary team. He was extremely talented and used weapons with God's Blessing on them. Erick's team was also a legend among the teams, though Tyri didn't know any of them real well besides Erick. They had gotten to A-rank in less then ten years and had already far achieved enough credit to become angels if they wished to.
"Wait," She said after a moment.
Pausing, Erick glanced at her. "Something wrong?" He asked lightly.
She was frowning, not a good sign. Not many things made Tyri frown.
After a moment, she looked up and said, "Did you say twice the number that my team has?"
"Yes."
"So that'd be four."
"That's right, Tyri."
She waved him off. "I'm not stupid. I just - " She paused again. "I thought you guys started with five members."
Erick watched an angel fly into the white light until it nearly blinded him.
"Yeah," He said. "That's right."
Author: Esana Bridges
Note: Please do not feel insulted.
Erick lightly smelled the hand that had held Devi's - that soft, very distinct scent that didn't smelled like almost nothing at all - and then stepped into the shadows.
He had long ago learned the 'devil's art' of disappearing into the natural darkness of the world and had so much practice with it that he could become invisible anywhere except in God's direct and immediate presence. It was true that every single time he used magic he committed a sin by straying from God, but he had more then enough credit saved up.
Everything that had ever happened was kept in the minds of the Powers or Authorities, who were the keepers of history and also the warriors of God. They were supposed to be completely loyal to God, no matter what.
Technically, though, they were only supposed to give up their information to God, the Dominion that ruled over them, or the Thrones (who were considered their elders in defending justice in the name of God). However, there wasn't any real rule against asking for information or the Thrones giving information.
It was just frowned upon, which was why he was going to sneak in. The higher angels usually disapproved of such practices and if one saw him, they would definitely order him to leave, and an order, unlike an unspoken law, had to be obeyed.
Softly, Erick slipped through the gateway, barely managing to avoid the double-wheeled blue Throne. For a moment, the Throne stopped and turned all its eyes back at the gateway, but when Erick concentrated even harder on pulling the angelic power around and through him, the Throne turned around again.
He ghosted through the room, avoiding weapons and Powers who dealt with Russia or the United States, with Mayans or Aztecs, until he finally reached Newma. She was the Power who recorded all the jobs that all the teams did, which meant that she'd also have information about the whys and wherefores of Devi and Tyri's latest mission.
Making sure that there were only Powers around, Erick let the invisibility fall away.
Newma flinched and then scowled at the man. The Power next to her - Icurin analyzed Erick. He was the Power who stored the information about the teams.
He had sandy-hair, blonde in summer, almost brown in winter and extremely bright green eyes with hazel specks. He was maybe twenty-seven when he'd died, and he'd died a long time ago, before Mary had even existed. He specialized in antique swords and giant metal fans imbued with God's Blessing as defense.
"Here again, Erick?" Newma asked. "What do you need this time?"
"Devi and Tyri just took their first A-rank mission. Devils or demons or something. Why were they there?"
Newma processed the information for a moment. And then another moment.
Erick waited patiently for five minutes and then impatiently for another three minutes. Finally, when the mark hit eight minutes and fifty-five seconds, Erick snapped.
"Newma?"
She looked up, her flashing lightning eyes matching the spear she held in her left hand. "There is nothing."
It took Erick about fifteen seconds to process the words. "You don't know?"
"There is no information."
"...So, you don't know."
Stubbornly, Newma insisted, "There's no information."
"So, basically, you don't know."
Newma just closed her mouth and refused to say anymore. There was an expression on her face that - had it not been an angel, one who served God - might have been called a scowl.
Well, Devi is not going to like that... Erick thought. He considered asking some of the other Powers, but if Newma had no information, then it was impossible anyone else would. "Okay, I'll check in later. Thank you, Newma. Good-bye, Newma. Good-bye, Icurin." He waited for their farewells and then pulled the invisibility back over him and began to make his way out of the room of dangerous weapons and even more dangerous warriors and historians of God.
"You just completed one. Are you sure you would like another job?" Kereu asked.
Erick answered mindlessly as he examined Kereu. Devi had been right. There was something different about the Dominion. She looked...like she was in shadow and her light orb was at least five times less bright then normal. And she was carrying it in a sword, which really surprised Erick, because Kereu hardly ever put her light orb in a sword.
As if she heard him, the glowing orb flickered as the sword morphed back into Kereu's customary scepter. "I had to intervene," She said as an explanation.
Ah. Erick nodded. Intervention was rare, but occasionally necessary. It was the only time Kereu used a sword.
"Right now, we don't have many A-rank missions. There is one B-rank one, but Steila asked me to hold it for her group." Kereu looked up from the seed plant. "There are some lower class missions if you would really like to do something."
Biting his lip, as if thinking about it, Erick finally shook his head. "Never mind. Could you just let me know if anything comes in?"
"Of course."
"Thank you, Kereu."
He walked out of the room.
The dark Kereu waited for several long, long moments before holding her hand up to her face. There was a tiny little statue of an angel in it. "Tell Lein to stay out of sight. Erick is roaming." She tossed the statue to the floor.
The statue grew and grew and colored itself until it was a beautiful angel, the messengers of God. He bowed to Kereu and then took off.
Dark Kereu watched him go. There was a lot of angel power around Kereu's office. No one would notice.
"Erick?"
"Yes."
Lein frowned. Erick hardly ever "roamed", as Dark Kereu had put it so eloquently. If he wasn't on a mission, he was either in his rooms, in some girl's room, or on Earth, getting caught up on events there.
I wonder what got him up, Lein nodded and the angel turned around, heading back to Dark Kereu. He was 'grateful' for the warning, if someone like him could even feel an emotion so positive.
Erick was one of the dead who had a very gifted and intuitive sight. He could see through all minor and mid-level magics and many major ones as well. If he met Lein, he would definitely see that something was not right. Maybe he couldn't see Lein's true face, but he would definitely not see the face of Lein.
Again, Lein cursed himself. He was stupid for having come himself. The dark spheres were more then enough to overtake this pathetic excuse for Paradise. He shouldn't have let his ego take control and visited his old home just for the kicks of seeing his power and his plan succeed at last.
There was a major difference between the enchantment Lein had cast on himself and the magic that had gone into the creation of the dark spheres.
The dark spheres were a form of the highest magic, which could only be made 1) in the depths of Hell and 2) with numerous human souls and the power of several fallen angels. Nobody, but God could see through them, and Lein wasn't going to let any of his spheres go near God.
Even the Seraphims, God's personal angels and the highest angel, couldn't see through high magic. Angels had little to no Sight at all, a truth that Lein found amusing. It and their perfect personalities made them that much more easy to fool.
The magic Lein had cast on himself was a simple transformation. He 1) hadn't felt like going to all the trouble of doing more high magic and 2) if he had used the dark sphere magic on himself, he would have been turned into one of them - not a very pleasant experience.
So Erick being out means that I can 1) go back or 2) go hide. Lein grimaced. He didn't like either option. Still it would beat having his plan exposed and having to back out for another few hundred eons.
Opening his wings, Lein took off into the air. Earth would be a good place to visit. Maybe he'd drop by a courtroom and watch some innocent get dragged off, screaming and kicking, to live eternity in a prison that they hadn't deserved.
Erick frowned and looked around. He felt magic around him, which was unusual. Aside from him, there were few others who used it. Of course no angels would. It was against their very nature.
He looked around, trying to find the source. He turned in several circles and then looked up. There was a dark flash in the air, like wings casting a shadow on the white light above.
Dark wings...black wings... Erick frowned as he continued to stare at the white sky. Who has black wings in Heaven?
"Erick?"
Startled, Erick turned around and then smiled. "Hey, Tyri. What's up? How's the leveling going?"
Tyri pouted. "We still have like 2500 to go before we get to B-rank." She sighed. "How did you guys get up so fast? We've been here for like twenty years already, and we're still at C-rank."
Grinning, Erick shrugged. "I'm pretty amazing." He grinned at Tyri. "Plus, my team has twice the number of people you do."
Whacking him lightly, Tyri fell into step next to Erick, examining Erick as she did so.
Erick was a legend in a legendary team. He was extremely talented and used weapons with God's Blessing on them. Erick's team was also a legend among the teams, though Tyri didn't know any of them real well besides Erick. They had gotten to A-rank in less then ten years and had already far achieved enough credit to become angels if they wished to.
"Wait," She said after a moment.
Pausing, Erick glanced at her. "Something wrong?" He asked lightly.
She was frowning, not a good sign. Not many things made Tyri frown.
After a moment, she looked up and said, "Did you say twice the number that my team has?"
"Yes."
"So that'd be four."
"That's right, Tyri."
She waved him off. "I'm not stupid. I just - " She paused again. "I thought you guys started with five members."
Erick watched an angel fly into the white light until it nearly blinded him.
"Yeah," He said. "That's right."