As always thanks to WAA01 for the editing and proofing.
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Ira screamed out in pain as his flesh sizzled upon contact with the heavenly metal. His demonic half quaked in fear as those white-hot golden eyes stared down at him. He knew those eyes from anywhere. His own grandmother had the same look. His feet slid back along the concrete as her wings flapped causing the links of the chain to dig deeper into his skin.
"Her blood flows strongly in you," sneered the angelic being, "or could it be the influx of demon blood in your veins allowing an untrained Nephilim to with withstand my holy might?" A cruel, sadistic smirk rose along her lips as she gave the chain a flick of her wrist, her tongue ran along her upper lip as she listened to his cries of pain as his body crushed the side of the car she flung him into. "Those before you fell the moment my heavenly fire touched their skin..." Arching an eyebrow as his hands latched onto the chain. Her fear began to rise as she saw those eyes of his looking at her, just like another pair she knew all too well.
"Well, you crazy bitch," Ira growled, trying to keep the pain from his voice, yet it was easier said than done, when it felt like every fiber of his body was being torn apart. Then something strange began to bubble up from the depths of his very being; strength like he has never felt before; power that seemed to heal his wounds, and a need to beat the ever loving shit out of the woman above him (maybe that was his grandmother's side of him talking, Ira couldn't rightly tell. However, he did agree with it. This woman had to pay!) "I'm just going to have to kill you now," Ira declared, his ruby eyes began to swirl with the hints of the golden light of his angelic powers as he stared up at the woman.
"Oh?! Do you think the spawn of the horned one can smite me?! I am Raphaela! I've fought countless demons, my own sisters, and the one that sired you! None have laid me low, and I shall not fall to you!" Raphaela shouted, coming out of the halo of the sun. A single black two-inch leather strap ran across both nipples, that was the only thing covering her copious breasts. Ira wondered if God had a fetish for huge breasts given the size of his grandmother's and Raphaela's. The glint of the gold loop chain holding the four-inch wide linen cloth covering her mound caught his attention, his eyes continuing down her toned, muscular legs as it fluttered between them. Her pearl white wings radiated the light of Heaven as they slowly flapped. A half inch golden band sat in the middle of her forehead holding back her raven hair. "Now I'll put down another unclean spawn like I have always done," Raphaela seethed, her angelic spear materializing in her hand.
An image popped into his mind; that of a flaming sword. Its double edges flashing as blue flames crawled along its surface, two roaring dragon heads were carved out of the ends of the silver cross guard. The hilt was covered with fine velvet held secure with silver wire, with a polished silver spike pommel sat at the base of the hand and a half sword.
Time seemed to slow as Raphaela wrapped the chain around her hand while her grip tightened around the shaft of her spear. Her wings propelling her forward. The sun glinting off the tip of her spear as she meant to end his life. It seemed to him his body moved on its own. His sword appearing in his hand, deflecting the spear away from him. Watching how Raphaela used the chain to block the blow of his sword only to watch as his blade cut through the heavenly metal with ease. His midnight black wings unfurling, shattering the links that held him bound. Lightning rolled across the sky as if to answer his silent call. Raphaela raced after Ira as he climbed into the sky. Sparks flew as their weapons clashed together, bathing the earth below in the sounds of battle, yet Ira knew he couldn't match her; he knew if this went on much longer he would indeed die. He had to figure out a way to escape, and fast. However, the look he saw in Raphaela's eyes told him one thing - she was toying with him, and she was enjoying it! Releasing a loud huff as her foot landed squarely on his stomach. Air hissed in his ears as his body rocketed towards the ground. Screaming out in pain as Raphaela thrust her spear through his right shoulder pinning him to the trunk of the tree he had crashed into.
"An amusing little show you put on," Raphaela mused, as her fingertips danced down the shaft of her spear, "but did you honestly think you would get the better of me?" she asked, her eyebrow rose with a pointed look. Licking her upper lip as she watched his blood running down his chest. The way it coated her blade just like all the others before him. The crackling of her heavenly power sparked to life in the palm of her right hand. "Don't blame me for what's about to happen. That blame falls to Lucifer for bringing you into this world," Raphaela said coldly, bringing up her hand ready to deliver the killing blow. Her body stilled as those defiant eyes of his gazed at her, his blood stained lips curling into a taunting smirk. "What's so damn funny?!" she roared.
"Lucifer has better tits," Ira said, he knew they weren't the greatest last words; yet he needed time for his fogged mind to think of a way out of this current predicament he found himself in.
"I'm not falling for some lame ass ploy to lower my guard, nor will I ever show you my breasts!"
"It's not like they aren't already on display. It doesn't take a genius to fill in the two inches that strip of leather hides," Ira said, feeling his strength waning the longer the spear remained lodged in his body. "Fuck! You sadistic bitch!" he screamed out in pain, as her angelic power arced down the shaft of her spear and right into his wound.
"I was going to be merciful and kill you quickly. Now, however, I'm going to enjoy every scream, every tear, every word you whisper for me to end this," Raphaela said menacingly. "Beg me to end this, beg me to be merciful," she ordered, feeling her mound growing moist. However, what neither one of them knew was a tiny spark of angelic light escaped Raphaela's lips and entered Ira's mouth. How did Ira do this? Even after realizing what happened Ira couldn't rightly say how.
Thrusting his hand out releasing what little strength he had left at Raphaela, who simply bent backwards, chuckling at his feeble attempt to delay the inevitable. "I am going to miss you," Raphaela admitted, quickly removing her spear from Ira's shoulder. Grunting, surprised, as she took the force of the blow from her most hated foe. Her eyes bulging as Lucifer's foot struck her in her mid-section sending her flying backwards.
"Mor, take Ira to my...," Lucifer said, her eyes glanced over to her grandson as his body slid down the trunk of the tree.
"Yes mistress," Mor said, her black eyes ran over Ira's body, noting how the wound hadn't healed itself. Her needle-like teeth were bare as she hissed at the angel. Her hand softly caressed Ira's cheek before taking him into her arms.
"You can't hide that spawn from us, sister," Raphaela growled, getting to her feet. Her grip tightening around the shaft of her spear.
