Chapter six.

"Je suis foutu! je l'ai tué! Je suis vraiment foutu!!!" David paced the floors of Alex's apartment. Alex was a friend of his.

"Là ferme putain! Tu vas te calmer oui?" Alex groaned palming his face in frustration. David had been shaking like a baby ever since he'd showed up at his doorstep for shelter and protection.

"T'as aucune idée. Elle vas me tuer. Elle vas bruler vive." The idiot continued shaking. True; Alex had no idea of what was coming for him.

"Mais de quoi tu parle toi? Tu délire ou quoi? Ce n'est qu'une fillette! Comment va telle se prendre pour te brûler vive?" Suddenly the temperature of the room increased. They saw from behind the window curtains as an orange glint, got closer and brighter, and hotter; like it was coming for them. The glass of whisky in David's hand dropped to the floor and a million pieces flew in different direction.

"Tu ne là connait pas." David warned Alex. He said so in a shivering tone. "C'est une petite sorcière cette pest..." The window shattered in a million pieces before he could complete his words. Something like a giant bird in light dark wings burst through it; the power of it blowing both men to wall.

Oh but wait! it wasn't a giant bird. It was a girl with wings. Her eyes shun a glossy shade of black. Behind her, floating in a ball of flames flew in another girl. She landed on the side of the first girl.

Now two teenage girls stood before two bouncer-like men: the girls looked fearless and portrayed something purely evil; the men looked like the had both shitted in their incredibly tight pants. The girls remained side by side each other: one with gigantic dark wings and claws; the other with red and yellow shades of flame dancing in her eyes, two balls of flame floating atop her hands; the manly men? One was unsuccessfully trying to push the other forward, begging the girls to let him go fans take only who they came for. But this girls were angels of evil itself, they spared no one.

"Dramatic entrance, check." a familiar voice echoed from behind the men as he walked in through the walls where they both clung to like paint. "We have two more people to complete the band, start a world tour; and they are not so close. Wrap this up quickly my little sinners." The evil angel dug his claws into wall and dragged them as he walked away with an evil smirk, making that annoying screeching sound.

"Besoin d'aide?" Sonny turned to Elo.

"Non. Je m'occupe." She walked two steps closer to David and Alex. With no where else to move to, they both fall to their knees.

"Do you want to know a secret?" Eloise asked in her sexy French accent, "Anywhere there's heat, there's fire. Like you inner organs..." she held up both her hands, with the flames floating on top each. As she slowly squeezed them into fist, David and Alex screamer in pain, pressing their hands over their chests. Their internal organs were cooking inside the bodies.

The smirk on Luce's face has never been so wide. His plan, this time was falling perfectly in place.

'Radio reporter: Two men were found dead in an ally at Rue St Lambert with all their internal organs roasted...'

"So now Luce, where are we off to?"

"Ouu! Aren't you getting impatient now?"

"I'm just trying to play the role. Better that than have you compel me into doing it." Sonny shot him a bloodshot sarcastic glance as he drove.

In the front of the car was Sonny and the evil angel while back was  Eloise and Zenobia. The latter had no where to go and was ready for anything so gladly joined. Especially after she was presented with the head of sister Margaret on a platter.

The car suddenly came to a halt over a valley. Looking down, Sonny noticed a bunch of teenagers at a camp site. Her stomach churned. She knew something bad was in motion.

"Do me a favor earth girl and slide down that piece of earth over those people. They sicken me." he ordered. Zenobia shot Sonny a scrunched up brow who in return gave her a nod.

Just do what he says! she mind whispered to her.

"OK! You're the boss!" she jumped off the car facing the camp site.

She stretched fort her hands and motioned the hill that stood over the site; the earth shook, bringing down the hill over the campers and covered everything.

"Done!" She beamed to the audience of three as if she had just finished doing homework or brushing her teeth.

Luce grinned mischievously, he slipped on his dark shades and blast on some music.

He just hoped the act had accomplished what he wanted. It wasn't a coincidental act or one of those he did just to freed his soul. This one had a purpose; one that could put a rift in his plans, like it has always been.

The drove off into the darkness of the night.

Down at the site, a man walked out of the forest, dressed in a white rob with long curls of Gold hair framing his face. He dipped his hand miraculously into the ground that covered the site and dragged out a girl. The girl's face was covered in mud and she wasn't breathing. He ran his thumb across her fore head; horizontally then vertical. (Sign of the cross)

"Surgens autem pueri maxime alta; se habet ad vos."

Immediately her lungs pushes out a heavy breath as her eyes flew open.

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