Apocalypse Dawn
"...and that's how you perform the Heimlich Manoeuvre. Remember, you're not to use this unless there doesn't seem to be any alternative, as it can easily damage the patient's body. Any questions?" Various questions were shouted out, and the lecturer raised his hands for quiet before picking one person at random. "Yes Adam?"
At the back of the room, chin resting in her hands, Neith Maturin was bored. They'd been in here for ages, learning about how to stop people from choking, how to treat a nosebleed, and other such things. Pointless. She'd much rather be sparring with someone in the gym, or even just working out. She knew she was in Thanni's bad books, but still. There should be limits to what he could make her sit through.
"Hey, Neith. Having fun?"
Neith looked sideways at the guy sitting next to her, raising one eyebrow in a "what do you think" expression. Luc was alright, one of the few things that made this course bearable. There was nothing extraordinary about his appearance, but there was something about him...
"Don't worry, it's nearly over."
"Huh."
"Aw, don't be like that. Tell you what, why don't we go get lunch after this? I know a good cafe not too far from here."
It was all Neith could do to keep from laughing. If he only knew who she was, he wouldn't have been nearly so eager to ask her out. Still, he was alright, and it could be fun. Plus it would really annoy Thanni, and that alone made it worthwhile. She nodded. "Sure, sounds fun."
The lecture dragged on for another fifteen minutes. They learned about how to prevent serious bleeding in various different parts of the body. Neith was disappointed at the lack of live demonstrations.
Finally it was over. Everyone piled out of the room in a chattering horde, discussing the class, or their plans for the rest of the day, or some other trivial nonsense. Neith waited for the majority to be out of the way before she even left her seat. There was no rush, after all. When the room was almost empty, she stood and followed Luc to the door.
They left the campus and walked together down the street, laughing and joking. It turned out the cafe was a little further than Luc had remembered, but that didn't matter.
"So there's me, blood streaming down my face and holding a knife, and who should come around the corner but a policeman! It took some explaining to convince him that it was my blood, but not my knife. I can still remember the look on his face. Priceless!"
Well this one was full of surprises. Neith laughed as Luc explained how he had managed to get out of that one, staying quiet about her own past as much as possible. It was a beautiful day, and she was glad that she'd had the foresight to wear a thinner jacket than usual. Dark red and bright new; she had been waiting for a chance to wear it.
When the pair finally reached the cafe they were both starving. They ordered, and Luc continued with his stories, each more outrageous than the last. Finally the food arrived, and there was a break in the conversation as the two of them tucked in.
"So Neith," Luc began once they had taken the edge off their hunger, "Where're you from? You'll have to forgive me for saying that you don't look like you're a local."
Well that wasn't too hard. "Here and there. My family moves about a lot. Spent some time in Israel, I lived in Ireland for a while, and I've even stayed in the west of Russia. Not for long though, it was far too cold. My brother liked it there though."
"You have many siblings?"
"Yeah, three. A sister and two brothers. You?"
"I've got an older brother. Gabe." Luc paused, as though trying to decide whether to continue. Then he shook his head. "I don't really speak to him anymore. He joined my dad's business, and now I hardly ever get to see him." He sighed. Was that a flicker of regret, or resentment? The expression was gone too quickly to be sure.
"But enough about him. What about your family? What do they do?" Clearly he wanted to stop thinking about his brother.
"They're studying, most of them. Irra's ill most of the time, but she still manages to study law without dropping out somehow. Aethon's studying ancient religion, which seems kinda odd for him. And Thanni..." Neith paused, wondering how best to explain what her oldest brother did.
"Hmm?" Luc tilted his head quizzically.
"Thanni's not at Uni. I think he's working, but I have no idea what he does exactly. He's just a tiny bit secretive." Mostly true.
He nodded. "Fair enough. Each to their own, after all."
"So, what now?"
"Well, first I pay for the lunch," he raised his hand to forestall her inevitable protest. "My treat. I insist."
Neith frowned. "I don't like owing people things..."
Luc grinned. "Then can you do something for me later?"
"Depends what it is. I'm not going to agree without knowing what you want, after all!" Neith smiled to show she was just teasing. She found that she was enjoying herself unexpectedly.
"I've been meaning to try out the archery club for a while now, but I don't know anyone who goes. Seems like it could be fun though. If you would do me the honour of coming along as well..."
"Alright," she laughed, "I'll be there!"
They left the cafe and began walking aimlessly. Neith sighed contentedly as Luc slipped his hand into hers. This was going well, to say the least. The longest she'd ever managed on a date before something disastrous happened. Either that or...
"Oh damn. Why now?"
"Neith? What's up?"
She nodded towards the figure that had just appeared around the corner. "Him. This is going to be awkward."
The figure was dressed in black, but other than that he looked fairly ordinary. A little pale, perhaps, and he had his hood up despite the bright sunlight and warm weather. He looked up sharply, eyes glinting with anger, and increased his pace.
"Neith, who is that?" Luc stepped forwards, one hand raised warily in front of him, the other still holding hers.
"It's all right; you don't have to fight him. That's my brother."
Luc lowered his arm, though he was still frowning. "I take it that's not the one studying religion?"
"Nope. That's Thanni. You should probably step back. He looks angrier than usual."
"I'm staying right where I am."
Neith gave a small smile. He sure was stubborn. "Thanks."
They waited in silence as the figure approached. He was taller than he had first appeared, and his skin was not so much pale as bone white. When he spoke, his voice was ordinary enough, although it seemed like there was a whisper repeating his words just beyond the range of hearing.
"Neith." He didn't sound angry, but his expression was one of cold fury. "Why have you got that...
man with you? Does he serve some purpose?"
Neith winced. "Sorry, Thanni. We just had lunch, and-"
"Fascinating. I'm sure he knows his way home."
"What!"
The figure glared at Luc, murder in his eyes. "Go home. Or I will make you."
Luc stepped forward, angry now. "Just who the hell-" He stopped as Neith pulled him back. He looked at her, confused.
"Go. I'll deal with Thanni. See you later, Luc."
"...Fine. But I don't like this."
As Luc walked away, glancing back occasionally, he saw Neith grab her brother by the front of his jacket and start muttering angrily right into his face. That was certainly one weird family. Almost as bad as his own.
"Why? Why now Thanni? Aren't we allowed to have fun? It's not like I was going to hurt him or anything!"
"Because he is human. You cannot afford to grow attached to anything so transient. You cannot afford to draw attention to yourself. And stop calling me by that ridiculous nickname."
Neith snapped. That was the final straw, it really was. She grabbed her brother by the back of the neck, with a strength that her build would not have suggested, and literally dragged him off the street and into a narrow alleyway. Once they were far enough in to avoid attracting attention she threw him into a pile of overflowing bins and glowered down at him.
"Fine! Have it your way,
Thanatos ! Or are you going to tell me that you don't even want to be called that anymore? We were created as equals, but that's never been enough for you, has it? You might be able to walk all over Aethon, and Irra's not exactly able to resist most of the time, but I will not back down! You don't get to tell me what to do! Understand?" Neith's eyes blazed with anger as she met her brother's gaze, willing him to be the first to look away, to yield. "Answer me, Thanatos!"
There was silence for a long moment.
"...I believe you may have a point. Very well. I shall leave you be for the time being. But if I feel you have drawn undue attention to yourself, I will step in. And if that should happen, rest assured that
I shall not back down." Thanatos pulled himself to his feet, wiping bits of garbage from his clothes. "So long, Neith. Good luck with your... endeavours. See you around."
And then he was gone. All that remained was a whisper in Neith's ear, and a vague feeling that she had come out of their confrontation second best.
Still, Thanatos had relented. That was a first. She checked her watch. There were still a few hours before she was due to meet Luc at the Archery range. Plenty of time to find her sister and talk with her for a couple of hours.
Neith found Irra in her flat, wrapped up in a blanket and reading a textbook. She had a hot drink on the table next to her, and there was classical music playing quietly in the background.
Unlike their brother, Irra was merely pale. Her hair was long and white, and tossed all over the place. She looked up as Neith walked in, eyes lighting up with happiness. "Neith! Nice to see you again! What-" she broke off, coughing and spluttering until the fluid was completely expelled from her lungs. She swallowed. "Ugh, sorry. What can I do for you?"
Neith smiled. Her sister might be perpetually ill, but if there was a kinder person in the world she had yet to meet them. "Nothing much," she said, "I just needed to unwind for a bit. Fancy a game of something?"
"Sure! Just let me finish this page, and I'll be ready. Why don't you pick the game and set it up?"
"How does chess sound?"
"I thought you said you needed to unwind, not devise complex stratagems?"
"It comes to the same thing for me. You want to take White?"
"I'm not convinced it offers any advantage, but okay." Irra took a sip of her drink and closed the textbook. She watched as Neith set up the pieces, as speedily as ever. �??Ready?"
"Whenever you are."
"Good!" Irra moved her first piece, a knight. Neith countered by contesting the centre with a pawn, and then the game was in motion. On a good day, the match would have been totally one sided, but today the sisters were almost evenly matched.
"Come on Neith, what's on your mind?" Irra took her sister's remaining bishop with a knight, opening up several interesting moves for the next turn.
"Huh, good move. I'm fine, there's nothing bothering me. Nothing important anyway."
"Come on, I know you better than that! Your mind's off elsewhere, that's for certain."
"Well..." Neith moved a rook randomly, instinctively threatening both of Irra's knights.
"Yes?"
"I had a fight with Thanni."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Guess it's been building up for a while, but still. I was with this guy, and he saw us. Not sure I can salvage that. Don't know if I should try, to be honest. Thanni made some pretty good points, though I'd never admit it to him. I guess... I guess I need some advice."
Irra was silent for a moment, thinking. She moved one knight to cover her queen. "Not meaning to offend, but you haven't had the best of luck with dating in the past, have you?"
"It wasn't a-" Neith looked at her sister's raised eyebrow and sighed. "Okay, I guess it was a date. But I've had good dates in the past! Check."
"Jerusalem, six years ago. You went out for dinner with a guy, and ended up in a gunfight. With the army! Memphis, three years ago. Police raided your date's house just before you arrived. The situation ended up with three officers in hospital. Dublin, last year. A terrorist attack blew up a cafe
while you were in it . Your date and seven others were killed. Police are still looking for a red-haired girl in her early twenties who was seen running from the scene."
"All right Irra, you've made your point. Dating humans is a stupid idea and I should give it up." Neith sighed. "Pity. He was a nice kinda guy."
Irra moved her king back one square. "Did I say anything about giving up on this guy? I just want you to be happy with yourself. If you like this guy, then I can't see any reason why you shouldn't go out with him. Sure, you've had some bad luck in the past, but that just means you need to be ready for trouble this time. After all, in anything combat related..."
"Checkmate."
"...you can't lose."
"Thanks Irra. That's pretty much exactly what I needed. You want another hot drink before I head off? I said I'd meet Luc at the archery range."
Irra beamed and nodded. "Please. Berry tea if there is one. Try not to show your boyfriend up too badly at the archery. You know, miss occasionally or something."
Neith smiled over her shoulder as she walked through to the kitchen. "I'll do my best. No promises mind!"
So this was the Archery club. A bunch of students fooling around with weaponry. Some of them were passable, and might make decent archers given a year or two of intensive training, but the majority were clearly there because it was the cool thing to do. Luc was there. His heart clearly wasn't in it though, and his arrows hadn't hit the target once. Neith smiled and took a nervous breath. This was it. This time she would make it work, at least for a while.
She walked quietly up behind Luc and watched closely as he took another shot. The arrow went wide again, and he sighed with frustration.
Neith patted him on the shoulder in mock sympathy. "Not having much luck, are you?" she asked, grinning. The look on his face as he spun around was priceless. "There's no need to look so surprised, mister. I said I'd be here didn't I?"
"Well yeah," Luc began, "but after what happened earlier I wasn't sure you'd show."
"Thanni's a little much isn't he? Don't worry about him though; I gave him a piece of my mind. Anyway, how're you liking the archery?" The wall behind Luc's target was covered in plywood, with arrows sticking into it at every conceivable angle. He grimaced.
"Could be worse, probably. Not sure how though. Everyone just seems to screw around though; there's not a lot of effort put into actually learning archery. Still," he sighed, "most of them can at least hit the target."
"Isn't there an instructor?"
"Nah, the club's run by a couple of students who manipulate the safety rules so they can keep it running. I don't know how they managed it, probably by knowing the right people."
"Have to see what I can do about that. Shame to waste that potential..." Neith muttered under her breath. Then she looked back to Luc. "Right, take your stance again. You're going to learn how to shoot straight."
Luc frowned in confusion, but did as she said. As he readied an arrow and raised the bow, Neith grabbed his arms and moved them into position. He resisted for a moment, but relented when she whispered in his ear, "Trust me; this is how you need to stand."
When he was standing in the right position, Neith allowed him to draw the bow. "Further! Draw it more!" Luc's arms were trembling slightly by the time he got the string far enough.
"Now what?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Now you hold it like that."
"Oh come on!"
"It'll build your arm muscles up. But I guess there's time for that later. Sight along the arrow, then. Keep your eyes on the target, and when you think you're aiming properly wait a little longer. Chances are you're off target. Breathe out and only then release the arrow."
Neith was still steadying Luc's arms, and holding him in the right stance. He fired, and immediately relaxed. The arrow thudded into the second ring of the target, still a way from the bull's-eye, but a huge improvement over his previous performance.
"I got it!" Luc looked around, eyes bright with excitement. "Thanks Neith! Hey, where did you learn to do that?"
Now that was a tricky one. "Oh, uh, I took lessons a while ago. Apparently I'm a natural or something. Can I have a go?"
"Sure."
Neith took the bow and looked toward the target. It was enormous. This was going to be too easy. No fun at all. She began walking backwards, further and further away from the target, until she was twice as far away as before. That would have to do. Irra might have told her not to show off, but there was just no entertainment without challenge. Not that this would be hard.
"Neith, are you sure? This is a bit far, isn't it?" Luc was behind her, staying safely out of the line of fire.
She smirked. "It's still a bit close actually. That target's far too big." There was no reply. She could imagine his expression as she lined up the shot, half sceptical and half impressed. Before he could think of anything to say, she fired.
"There, a perfect bull's-eye." She handed the bow back, smiling at Luc's stunned expression. "Now, let's see if we can't get you shooting something like that."
Two hours later, as the club was packing up, they left the archery range. The sun had set, but the streets were not yet busy with students out for the night. Luc's arms were visibly shaking, so this time it was Neith who took his hand in hers. He glanced at her and smiled. By the end he had been able to hit the target without her help, although not consistently in the same place.
"That... that was tiring. How long did it take you to get to that level?"
"It took a while," she lied. "Takes a lot of training, that's for sure. It's easier now than it was in the past though. Bows are much easier to draw." Truth again.
"Well that's something at least. I'd never have managed if the thing had been any more difficult. I might have to get some slings for my arms after that!"
Neith laughed and shook her head. "Ah, come on you wimp, it wasn't that bad! You were doing all right by the end there. Another year or two of solid training and you'll make a passable archer!" Luc groaned good naturedly at the idea, making Neith burst into a fit of the giggles. "Hey," she laughed, "what do you want to do now? Get food, go out and party, it's your call."
Luc thought for a moment. "Well," he said finally, "much as I would like to go and have a drink, I feel my arms may drop off if used for anything that strenuous. How about we get food. That way I can recover while the food arrives. What do you think?"
"Sounds like a plan. Where do you want to go?"
"How about- wait. What's this?"
A group of people stepped out of the shadows, although Neith could have sworn that there had been nobody there moments before. The newcomers were dressed alike, each wearing a white and gold mantle which clashed enormously with the surrounding city and added to Neith's conviction that they had come out of nowhere. One of their number stepped forwards. His face was beautiful, perfect even. There was something unnatural about it.
"It is time. The allotted period has passed. This world is still imperfect. We shall try again in the aftermath. Your siblings will be here shortly. All that remains is for the four of you to ride out. You have ten hours until dawn breaks. I suggest you spend them planning a route." The stranger's voice was melodious, like the chiming of a bell. Neith's throat tightened and she griped Luc's hand tighter. He was hanging back, as though hoping the newcomers wouldn't notice him.
Gunfights and terrorists were one thing, but this was too far. Was it too much to ask that she could have a date with one guy without something going horribly wrong? "I- I don't know what you mean," she stammered. Maybe they would go away if she feigned ignorance...
The beautiful stranger frowned. "This is most uncharacteristic. We had thought that you would be the most enthusiastic of the Four. Need we remind you that this is the very reason you were created,
War ."
Behind her, Neith heard Luc gasp. He didn't release her hand though, which was something. Perhaps he didn't believe the stranger's words. She looked up into that perfect face, and snarled "No."
"Hmm, now that's an interesting thing right there. War herself refusing the call to arms, if you will. Curious indeed." A new voice spoke up, and Neith saw another figure step from the shadows. He was dressed in brown, tattered clothes, but his gaunt face held a quick intelligence. Neith's anger lessened as she recognised her other brother.
"Aethon! We can't do this! It's not fair to the humans! They're orchestrating Armageddon for their own designs! This isn't how it's supposed to go!" And I've just managed to find a guy I like who, despite the angels in front of him and the presence of at least two of the Four, is still holding my hand.
Aethon smiled, plainly seeing straight through Neith's words. "Well, make your case to the others. I've no objection to putting the apocalypse on hold for another couple of centuries; there's just so much interesting stuff these humans get up to. Plus I have a bet on the races tomorrow, and I don't think the other horses have been eating very well..."
The angel switched its gaze to Aethon, a frown marring its perfect features. "It is not permitted to meddle with the affairs of humanity, Famine. You should know better."
"Ah, come on, don't be like that," Aethon complained, grinning sardonically at the Angels. "It's not like our very existence isn't a kind of meddling, in the strictest sense. The way I see it, that pretty much gives us free reign to do what we like. You didn't complain when Irra wiped out most of the population of London with the Black Death, or when I caused all that suffering in Africa. Not to mention that little disagreement Neith escalated in the early nineteen hundreds."
With a wheezing cough, Irra stepped around the corner. She staggered forwards, leaning heavily on Thanatos' arm. Instead of her usual blanket, she wore a set of thin white robes. "Ugh, sorry we're late. Took us a while to find the way here. Did we miss anything? Oh. Angels. You might have mentioned them Thanni."
The angels looked towards them, and their leader spoke again. "Pestilence and Death. Good. The Four are gathered. Your horses await you in the square at the town centre. We trust there will no more delays. You ride at dawn."
"No!" Neith stormed forwards, eyes blazing. She had let go if Luc's hand, leaving him in the relatively safe company of her siblings. There may have been a way to get out of this peacefully, but she didn't see it. Smashing her hand into the wall of the nearest building, she drew on her very essence and pulled an enormous sword from the fabric of unreality. "I will not go with you!"
The angels seemed unfazed, merely glaring at her with contempt. "You dare to draw your blade against your superiors? So be it. You shall be unmade with the same ease with which you were created." With a flick of his wrist, the leader of the angels summoned a blade of holy fire to his grasp.
"Neith, you're making a mistake. This can still be salvaged without bloodshed. There is no need to fight." Thanatos stepped forwards, hand outstretched to pull his sister back. Aethon caught his arm instead.
"Actually, I don't think it can. You've lived here for as long as the rest of us, do you really want to destroy everything?" Without waiting for an answer, Famine bent to the ground and withdrew the end of a writhing whip. He strode forward to stand at War's side.
Thanatos looked to his other sister, traces of doubt gnawing at his mind. What was the right choice? No blows had yet been struck, so surely there must be a way to salvage the situation. And yet... "Irra. Where do you stand? What should we do? Where must obedience end and personal desires take the fore? This is- I am unaccustomed to making these decisions. My work is usually so clear cut. No morality or doubt. Just me."
Irra smiled up at her brother. "Just do what you think is best. That's what-," she paused, coughing up more fluid before continuing. "That's what I intend to do." Patting her conflicted brother on the arm, she reached into her robes and withdrew an ornate censer which billowed with noxious fumes. As Pestilence approached the angels, she did not look back.
"Damn..." Thanatos whispered to himself. He glanced across at Luc. The human seemed decidedly undaunted by the supernatural confrontation taking place in front of him. In fact, he was almost smiling. There was something odd there. He approached the man, keeping one eye on the building confrontation. "So, you seem happy."
Luc jumped, smile vanishing. Yes, definitely suspicious. "Oh, Thanatos. Didn't notice you there. I don't suppose you can stop all this?"
"Can you not?"
"What?"
"Do not try to be clever with me. You put up with my sister all day, which makes you exceptional among humans. But even the bravest would show more fear than you when the Four begin to clash with the forces of Heaven. Who are you, that you can treat this as an everyday occurrence?" The cold glint was back in Thanatos' eyes, and the full force of it was directed at Luc.
The man laughed. "Who am I? Well, that's a pretty interesting question." He leaned in close to Thanatos and whispered in his ear. One word. His name.
A deep frown furrowed Thanatos' brows. "That would explain things. So be it. Know this, however; should I ever discover that you have hurt my sister, I will find a way to make you die. It could be quick, or slow; excruciating or painless. It will not matter, but you will meet your end."
Luc laughed even louder. "Oh, you strike a hard deal. But I agree! There is something about War that fascinates me..."
"Good." Thanatos turned to the angels, in time to see War leap for them, with Famine and Pestilence a pace behind. Suddenly the decision was simplicity itself. They were created as equals, to work together. He clutched the air, pulling his own weapon from the ether. It felt good to hold it again. After a brief period of contemplation, Death strode forwards to join his siblings in their battle.
War jumped forwards, blade swinging. The leader of the angels parried with his own sword, striking back with a blow that was easily blocked in turn. Back and forth they duelled, while around them the fighting raged. War grinned savagely, drawing strength from the chaos of combat. Gradually she pushed the angel back, until his back was up against the wall. For the first time, and expression other than contempt crossed his face. Surprise. In that split second of distraction, War thrust her blade through his stomach and into the wall behind him.
"You insect!" he spat, white light spilling from his wound. "I'll be back for you! There's nowhere you can hide! We will have our apocalypse, even if we must unmake you all! The Great Plan must be completed!" With a blinding flash the angel disappeared, forced to return to heaven to regain his strength and heal his wounds. War grunted in satisfaction and pulled her sword from the wall.
The battle was close fought. Angles surrounded Pestilence, choking and coughing as she danced among them. Whenever one of them got close enough to land a blow, Famine was there, knocking the holy swords aside with skilful flicks of his whip. Death fought alone against a host of angels. They seemed to be pressing him more than the others, although it took War a moment to see why.
Death lashed out with his scythe, causing a group of angels to jump back. As he attacked, he reached backwards and touched one of his attackers on the cheek with a single finger. Nothing happened, and Death took a sword in the ribs for his trouble. Then War saw the problem. Her brother had never fought an immortal, and so relied on his deadly touch to finish opponents. But the touch of Death is no threat to those who cannot die, and the angels were far too agile to be hit by his scythe.
With an angry shout, War leapt to her brother's defence, striking left and right, angels vanishing in flashes of light with every blow. Soon Death stood alone, leaning on his scythe and gasping for breath.
War ignored her injured brother, looking past him to find more things to kill. The sickly angels surrounding her other siblings were falling now, even their holy bodies no match for the virulent gasses spewing from Pestilence's censer.
Was there nobody else to fight? Was that all? No, there! Standing back from the fighting, another figure. Watching the battle from a distance, arms folded and an amused expression on his face. The insolence! He should be fighting, or running for his life! War hefted her sword and started running towards him. As she ran past, Death gasped something desperately at her. She ignored him again.
As she approached her target, his expression changed from amusement to uncertainty, and then to disbelief. He dodged to the side, eyes wide, somehow avoiding her blow. There was something familiar about his stance, but he wasn't one of the angels. She struck again, a decapitating blow that somehow missed its mark. Unusual. Maybe this would be an interesting fight after all.
"Neith, stop this!" Distraction tactics, though the use of her assumed name was unexpected. She struck again, forcing the man to jump back with incredible agility. "Damn it all, don't make me fight you Neith!" So he didn't want to fight. Coward! That just meant she'd have to work harder! She lashed out with a blindingly fast flurry of attacks, ignoring the frantic voices of her siblings as she focussed all her attention on her opponent.
The man evaded every one of the attacks, a resigned look on his face. "You leave me no choice. Forgive me." There was a deafening crack, and a flare of pure darkness knocked War backwards, sending her crashing to the ground. When her vision cleared, the man she had been fighting was standing taller and holding a long, thin blade of shadows. Black feathered wings grew from his back, furled now, but their sheer size indicated a span of at least a dozen feet.
War shook her head as she looked up at the figure. Finally, a worthy opponent! She scrambled to her feet, struggling as strong hands grabbed her shoulders. The voices of her siblings rang in her ears, begging her to stop. Finally, the battle lust vanished, and she saw her opponent clearly for the first time. Despite the new additions, he was still clearly recognisable.
"Luc... what are you?" Neith stepped forwards hesitantly, shrugging off the hands that held her back. Irra, Aethon and Thanatos let her go, watching in grim silence.
The creature before her dismissed its blade, and bowed apologetically. "Well, at least you recognise me now. Forgive my actions, please. I could not think of any way to snap you out of your frenzy. I am glad that your siblings were able to."
Neith took another step forwards, releasing her own blade. "Fine. You're forgiven for that. Now who are you and why were you impersonating a human?"
Luc gave a rueful smile. "Not going to be dissuaded, are you?" he began, "In my defence, I could ask you the same question. I had no idea you were one of the Four until my brother's minions appeared."
"Answer the question already!" Neith snapped, walking right up to him. She glared, waiting for an explanation.
"Very well. I believe reintroductions are in order." Luc paused, letting the tension build for a moment. "My name is Lucifer," he said, "Lord of demons and Master of the nine circles of Hell. Pleased to meet you."
There was a short silence, broken only by Irra's gasp and Aethon's surprised hiss of indrawn breath. Thanatos did nothing, merely watching to see how his sister would react.
"Thanks. That's all I wanted to know." Neith smiled, then leaned in close and kissed the fallen angel. Wolf whistles and cheering came from the rest of the Four, and she immersed herself in the moment. There would be trouble for this in the near future, certainly, but that could wait. Right now, for the first time in an age, War was truly contented.
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