text: Bill let the anger flow out of him and into the Demons as he slashed and hacked. All his fantasies about how saving Cynthia would play out didn't include her getting jealous over him rescuing an Angel in Hell. I threw myself into Hell for her! She could try and be a little more grateful!
  
  "Thank you!" cried the Angel. She was quite lovely, in an innocent, waifish way, with small breasts topped with pink nipples and slim, coltish hips. She seemed so immature until you saw her face shining with age and maturity, and fear.
  
  She swung her flail of ice, attacking now that he had distracted the Demons. The shadowy monsters froze and shattered on the red rocks whenever her flail struck them. Sophia flashed beside him, Cynthia directing the illusion's blade to carve through whole swaths of the disgusting, verminous Demons, leaving behind smoking, dismembered bodies.
  
  Three more jumped at Bill. His blade sang instructions to his body. He slashed his sword and cut three in half without breaking a sweat. There was something special about this weapon. Bill was beginning to realize it was love singing in the blade. His love for Cynthia, her love for him. She may be angry at him, but she still loved him. He could feel it in the sword.
  
  And that love wanted to protect him.
  
  Sophia's wing passed through him, warm and leaving a tingling sensation on his skin that reminded him of Cynthia's touch. He saw Cynthia striding into the clearing, and though she was naked, she seemed powerful, directing the Angel's illusion with purpose.
  
  He wished there was some way he could explain everything to her and make her understand.
  
  "Hurry and kill them before Dagon arrives!" the gray-winged Angel yelled, fending off the Demons with her icy flail. "He's after me!"
  
  "Dagon?"
  
  "A Demon," Cynthia answered, pointing at the next wave of shadowy Demons skittering towards them. Sophia-illusion launched herself over there and set into them with her flaming sword.
  
  The ground shook.
  
  "Oh, no! That's him!" wailed the Angel. "He's angry with me for interfering!"
  
  The ground shook again, and Bill's footing shifted and he stumbled, falling on his back. One of the Demons leaped on him with manic glee. "Feast! Blood!" it screeched and landed on his chest. He tried to swing at with the sword, but it was too awkward, and he only knocked it in the face with the pommel. More of the monsters rushed him, sensing weakness.
  
  "Bill!" Cynthia screamed.
  
  Her naked foot kicked the Demon off his chest as the Sophia-illusion swooped down before him, lashing with her flaming sword. Relief filled her blue eyes, and she held out her hand. He took it, a warm tingle from her touch passing through him, and she helped him to his feet.
  
  *boom*
  
  "Hurry! If Dagon catches us we will suffer for a thousand years!" screamed the Angel.
  
  The Sophia-illusion was holding off the Demons with her flaming sword, and Bill charged forward, leaping through the Angel's illusion and falling upon the Demons. The illusion swung her weapon through him and into the flesh of the Demon. He had nothing to fear from Cynthia's power. It was love, and her love could never hurt him.
  
  *boom*
  
  "He'll tear us apart ligament by ligament," moaned the Angel, limping forward from the red, rock wall, flailing left and right at the shadowy monsters.
  
  The entire area was black with dead Demons. "Do they ever stop coming?"
  
  "There are more Lemures in Hell than humans on Earth," the Angel answered. "But they will break. Like all denizens of Hell, they are cowards at heart."
  
  *boom!*
  
  "Hurry!"
  
  "I'm killing as fast as I can!" Bill shouted.
  
  A rock flung past his head and cracked into another Demon. "It's kinda like lacrosse," Cynthia grinned and hurled another one.
  
  *Boom!*
  
  The tide of Demons was thinning. More and more chose to watch from the shadows than risk death at their hands. Bill cut one down. The Sophia-illusion impaled another. The Angel froze a third. Cynthia cracked another's head open with a well aimed rock.
  
  They broke, howling obscenities, and skittered back into the twisted, blood-red rocks. They pushed and clawed and attacked each other in their haste to escape, leaving more maimed or dead in their wake.
  
  "We did it," Bill sighed.
  
  *BOOM!*
  
  "He's too close!" wailed the Angel. "We're dead!"
  
  Bill looked at Cynthia, her face paling.
  
  *BOOM!*
  
  "I have an idea!" he yelled.
  
  *BOOM!*