Angels in the Courtyard

The ground shook as violent winds whipped all around John who brought his left arm up to cover his eyes so he could protect his eyes from the radiating light of Fran’s summon. John could feel the power of the Holy Light inside himself react to the move before him. Although Fran was the one who used the move, it felt like John’s body absorbed a small portion of the power. Must be an aspect of Holy Light to be able to reinvigorate anyone who uses it if another casts a powerful enough spell. This might be the boost needed to be able to at least hold off this summon until I think of a plan.

“Do you now realize the situation you are in, John Newman?” mocked Fran as the Holy Light had fully engulfed her. “I am the Grand Inquisitor for a reason! I have gained a unique bond that not even a Warden can always achieve! Moira is weak compared to me! It was no surprise you beat her, but I will be victorious!” yelled Fran.

John took a chance and lowered his eyes to see what was before him. His eyes quickly adjusted to the no longer blinding light. A quick look around showed nobody else were near the two. John watched as two figures began to form in the light. At first it looked like two balls, but soon they grew in size and shape to look like something similar to two people in the fetal position. It was only when the balls began to unfurl that John realized what he was facing. The leftmost form stirred to life as two feathery wings unfurled from around the body in all their glory. The wings looked to be about an average person in length. The second angel’s wings did the same as they unfurled from their resting position. The two angels quickly stood upright and that was when John noticed their curvy figure and pronounced chest. Ah shit. Of course they’d be female angels. Why wouldn’t they be? Now I gotta control my libido even more. I totally should have fucked Idena when I had the chance earlier. But nooooo, I wanted to sleep!

John’s eyes traced their bodies as he noticed their long, flowing hair fall from their heads and rest just above their asses. Next, a long, flowing dress appeared on both their bodies as they neared the bottom of the beam of light. The closer they got to the ground, the louder a ringing noise appeared to become. John struggled to focus on the two angels as the piercing noise prevented his focus on anything. And just as quickly as it had appeared, the screeching noise was gone and instead replaced by the most beautiful of voices John had ever heard.

“Francisca, why have you summoned us?” asked the brunette angel in the white dress.

“Yeah Franny, why’d you make us come to some shithole hidden kingdom?” asked the blonde haired angel in the dark, black dress.

“Rachael and Hannah, I have humbly called you here to smite my opponent, a warlock who has threatened the divine mission of the Order and threatened the heir to the shield!” pleaded Fran, who looked humbled before the two angels.

“Hmm, it seems Franny is referring to that little boy over there, Rachael,” Hannah said as she looked towards John. John could feel the angel’s stare at him and felt a great power behind her eyes.

“Yes, I agree. And it seems he’s been blessed by the Holy Light as well. That would make it quite a bit harder to harm him,” pointed out Rachael.

“Oh Rach, you forget that we are the divine creations of Gaia! We can smite anything!” exclaimed Hannah.

“But Hannah, don’t you sense it? He has the direct touch of Gaia on him. If I were to surmise a hypothesis based on all rela-,”

“Get to the point, Rachael,” snapped Hannah.

“Oh, um, yes. Well, it seems he’s a late bloomer that has gained Holy Light based powers,” Rachael quickly told Hannah.

“Ah yeah, Gaia and her late bloomers. She does like to randomly start new magical families, doesn’t she? Ah well, who are we to argue with the almighty God of the Abyss?” Rachael sighed as she just accepted Hannah’s brushing off of the current situation.

“Then shall we go, big sister?” asked Rachael as she looked over to Hannah. Hannah’s lips curled up into a smile that, when John saw it, immediately felt a sort of divine peace wash over him. He even ignored his pop-ups from Gamer’s Mind warning him that the mind altering effects were unable to be blocked. Instead, John let the bliss flow over him, completely unaware that the two angels had taken flight, with John as their target.

It wasn’t until John felt two sharp pricks in his ribs did he snap out of his daze. He looked down to see two daggers in his abdomen. The blades were pure silver and were triple edged. Red blood began to stain the blades as it oozed from the two holes in John’s chest. John, shocked, reached down to grab the blades, still in disbelief. He looked up to his attackers, whose beautiful faces somehow made him not angry at them.

WARNING: DIVINE WEAPON USED, GAMER’S BODY ABILITY NEUTRALIZED!

CRIT! 400 DMG!

CRIT! 400 DMG!

That warning just kept flashing before John’s eyes, who couldn’t believe what had happened.

“W-when did you stab me?” muttered John, who felt himself getting woozy. “I just remember your smile… your beautiful smile…” continued John as he fell to his knees, the angels allowing him to slide off their blades. “I wasn’t meant to die like this… I was… gonna stop… the Order… bring peace… to Springfield…” uttered John as he fell to his hands now. His vision got blurry as he saw more and more red cover the green grass below him.

Fran watched with glee as her enemy barely hung onto life. She could see his life slip away as more and more blood leaked out of the wounds her angel summons had given him. Soon. Soon I shall bring his broken, dead body before father and take my rightful place as leader of the Order! Then I can truly use the Order to bring about peaceful law and order to the Abyss! With her dreams finally about to come true, Fran couldn’t help but let out a tiny girlish squeal of joy. Her squeals of joy, however, were cut short when her focus was drawn to a beam of light that engulfed John.

“WHAT? NO! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!” screamed Fran, distraught that John was now protected in a beam similar to what she used to summon angels. Is he summoning a last minute guardian in hopes of saving himself? No, he doesn’t have that strong a connection to the Holy Light to be able to summon a creature! Fran told herself as she watched with anticipation to see what was happening in the light.
“Is this what I think it is, Hannah?” asked Rachael as she looked to her sister for clarification.

“Well, aren’t you a special boy, John Newman. Now I kinda want to root for him to pull through from our attack,” admitted Hannah as she summoned a couch to lay on, eager to see what would become of John once the light dispersed. Rachael followed her sister’s example and also summoned a simple chair to sit on and wait along her sister’s side for the light to be gone.