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</div></div><div style="margin: auto; overflow: visible; max-width: 70%; font-family: Bookman; text-align: justify">Power reigned supreme. It didn’t matter whether it was deemed a blessing or a curse. It was the most sought out element among all living beings. The parallel world of Heaven and Hell was no different. It carried the temptation to overpower anything and anyone in its path. For Heaven, they could banish all evil and illuminate the world with purity; blessing those who wish to discard their sinful ways. For Hell, it meant destruction and bleeding the skies red. Sinful thoughts of every person and deity would succumb to the pleasurable pain riveting through their souls. However, to attain such a weapon, enemies must be diligent in their approach to outwit each other; to be two steps ahead in every battle. For centuries, angels and demons have become pawns—loyally serving the high-ranking officials and doing their bidding with no questions asked. The animosity between them had been engrained into their bones since the birth of their worlds. Demons were disgusted by angels. Angels loathed demons. A cycle that seemed never ending.<br/>
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Missions were handed out like a blazing fire. There was never a dull moment in the depths of Hell. Today was no different—a selected group of coveted spies were sent out to eavesdrop on marked angels. Unlike the half-assed attempts of their enemies, demons held a strategic plan on getting what they want, when they want. The desire to attain such a weapon fueled their determination into an intangible surge of molten heat. The spies knew which angel to oversee; weeks ago, they had left traces of dark magic on the angels’ wings. No deity from Heaven, except for a Seraphim, would be able to see the invisible mark. It was one of the oldest tricks in the book and demons knew how to utilize them well. Despite all this, demons knew to be cautious and weary of spies from Heaven. With every push from Hell, Heaven seemed adamant to push back in return.<br/>
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</div>Strings of chains anchored from one pillar to the next, intertwining as a web of traps. They dangled from the raging skies as dark clouds overhung above them. The sounds of clanging metals echoed through the courtyard as the hazy fog clouded the desolate land in a shroud of mystery. A ringlet of fire scorched the ground beneath as the heat was expelled outwards—enough to melt the hardest stone guarded by the Heavens. As spurts of fire raged upwards toward Heaven, a collection of whispers could be heard within an earshot away.<br/>
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A group of demons, suspiciously paying close attention to their surroundings, talked amongst themselves. All five of them held an important mission on Earth where they had their own task to complete. Being at war with Heaven didn’t mean Hell could never lay their hands on Earth. Every battle had a game to play; it was only a matter of time to see which world would fall first. Three demons nodded their head toward the taller demon. He seemed to be the leader of the group as he gestured them with a curt nod of his head to follow through with their plan.<br/>
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Within their group, one was left behind as the leader gave him explicit instructions before heading off to Earth and causing havoc among the people. <b>“…make sure he’s there before you—,”</b> his conversation with the other demon was muddled by the raging fire near them. If someone had been eavesdropping it would be difficult to understand the entire detailed conversation. <b>“Take mine. Make sure <i>no one</i>— Good, leave it to me. What would she—like, I wonder,”</b> bits of pieces of their conversation was continually interrupted by the flames. It was the main reason why Diesel arranged to meet in the courtyard; it gave him the upper hand to see who his enemies and traitors were. The demon was clothed in human attire as his chiseled features accentuated his strong jawline while his muscular frame created a tough exterior. He stood at 6’1” and his domineering personality matched his appearance quite well. His dark wings outstretched on either side of him as his lips spread across with a devilish sneer. His mission would have to wait as there was something more pertinent, he had to take care of first.<br/>
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It was a glint of silver light that caught his attention long before the other three demons left. Not making any hasty movements, he stared toward the demon that had walked toward the portal and softly whispered to his audience, <b>“My, my, what have we here? Curious little thing, aren’t you? Care to have a closer look?”</b><br/>
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Diesel made sure to whisper every sentence as low as possible, luring the angel out of hiding as the echoes of a faint rumble could be heard in the distance. Angels’ wings were faster than that of demons, but the swift jumps of teleportation—no matter how short or long the distances were—made up for their inability to out fly their enemies. Waiting a few seconds, he shifted into a time spell that would alter his form and granted him a few seconds ahead before his shadow would diminish from sight. Within moments, he teleported behind a boulder near the hovering angel and whisked a ringlet of fire toward her wings. He had to bind her wings before she could escape. If she was able to dodge it quickly, he wouldn’t have time to capture her. If the ringlet of fire managed to clasp around the body of her wings, they would clamp tightly together and lock in place. If the angel struggled, the ring would tighten, and the fire would burn. If she kept her wings stationary, the fire wouldn’t harm her.<br/>
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There were plenty of risks with what he was doing, but there was no mistake of wanting to capture her alive. No demon he knew ever caught an angel in the depths of Hell. The reputation of being the first was too good to pass up. He chuckled lowly as he resumed his position in his shadow state as he quickly made use of the dangling chains and whipped it across the air, aiming for her ankle, and pulling her down with such force toward his awaiting arms, hoping he had caught an angel to boast about.<br/>
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