"Better reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven."
~John Milton (1608-1674)
Wavianne woke up. She was in her house…she must've fell asleep last night while keeping watch. How tragic was this? She gazed at herself in a mirror. She looked at her four long, black wings. A gold halo hung above her head. Wavianne sighed. She was unwanted…all because she was a different color.
This was not new. It was going on for centuries now. The white angels in Divinity felt that they had a superiority over the black angels. Why? Because they were white, and white was a symbol of purity, apparently. Black was a symbol of darkness and sin. Wavianne felt this was untrue and unfair. There was nothing dark or sinister about her. She was smart, kind, pretty; all the qualities of a white angel. Their differences were only a shade…
Wavianne got out of bed and went downstairs to her kitchen. It was a standard-sized kitchen, with a table in the center. She gathered her mail. It was more requests from the Holy Damned asking her to join their ranks. Wavianne sighed. She got up and tossed the letters into her fireplace, where they burned like Hell itself.
The Holy Damned was a hell organization composed of black angels. They claimed to fight for the black angel's rights, but Wavianne knew they were just a corrupt group that sought to bring hell to Divinity and all of Halora. Wavianne hated them, not because they did bad things, but they were the reasons the white angles had their feelings towards black angels. As a result, she wanted nothing to do with the Holy Damned.
Wavianne took out a bowl and poured herself some cereal. As she ate, she glanced around the room for her paintbrush. She went over to retrieve it. Her angel brush was her primary weapon, and she carried it wherever she went. With it, she could draw items to make them reality and she could also fire numerous energy attacks from it. Useful thing to have…
She finished her breakfast and went outside. The sky was clear, which was unfortunate, as the sunlight only highlighted her black appearance. She sighed and flew off into the skies. A long tail-like wave of energy exuded from her body as she flew.
Most angels usually went to work for the majority of the day, but not Wavianne. She flew to a sky tree and landed next to it. She sat down under the shade and leaned against the trunk. She pulled out a sketchpad and began to paint.
Wavianne was an artist. She liked to draw stuff as a child, and continued to practice this skill as an adult angel. She drew everything that came to her mind. She drew herself, she drew other angels, she drew other creatures, she drew worlds, she drew clouds, she drew everything. When she finished, she would sign her name at the bottom of the painting, as it gave her the satisfaction of knowing she completed something worthwhile…or something like that. She hung her paintings on the sky tree.
The tree she sat under bore gold apples. These apples would grow into another tree if planted in the clouds. Wavianne always planted an apple when she finished painting a picture. As a result, there were thousands of golden apple trees around the area, forming a giant orchard. Wavianne marked the original apple tree, to make sure she knew which one it was…the one tree that started it all.
A loud, blaring noise was heard overhead. Wavianne looked up. A giant battleship loomed overhead. Six large, black angels landed near her. All of them carried spears, with the exception of one, who bore a massive two-handed sword. The sword wielding angel also had large, black spikes on its wings. They surrounded Wavianne. The sword-wielder, who was also the leader, glared at her with dark red eyes.
"Stygia!" growled Wavianne.
"In the flesh!" she replied. She raised her sword and stabbed it into one of the golden apple trees, causing it to collapse. The apples on the tree shriveled up and turned ugly brown the moment the tree hit the ground.
Wavianne stared at the fallen tree, then returned her gaze to Stygia, "What do you want?"
Stygia glanced at Wavianne's drawings, "Why do you always paint? Why don't you get a real job, like all the other angels?"
"I do as I please," Wavianne smirked, "Painting pleases me…"
Stygia snorted in disgust, "Whatever…I didn't come here to discuss art."
"What do you want?"
Stygia smirked, "I was wondering why you have declined my many offers for you to join the Holy Damned? What, do you think you are so strong that you don't need a job or friends or anything of that sort? You're a black angel! You are already at a huge disadvantage,"
Wavianne growled. Stygia said these same lines every time she came to recruit her, "I don't care if I have no job! I will make sure the Angel Consoul listens to me,"
"How do envision to do that?" Stygia grumbled, "You gonna sing to them?"
Wavianne shook her head, "Oh, Stygia…leave it to you to make the black angels the laughing stock of Divinity,"
Stygia growled angrily, "I gave them a purpose! While the stupid white angels bathe in their alleged superiority, I boost the confidence of countless black angels and give them a purpose: to punish those who have punished us…for nothing! We are no different than them, and they need to understand that…or perish!"
"I understand your anger, Stygia!" Wavianne sighed, "But that gives you no excuse to persuade the other black angels to do your evil biddings,"
"I'll do what I want," Stygia growled, "If you don't like that, then you either pay your dues, or get cement shoes…"
Stygia motioned to the other angels, who began tearing down the golden apple trees. Wavianne watched as all the gold apples turned brown and shriveled up as they hit the ground. Angered, she drew her angel brush and lashed it out. It struck one of the Holy Damned angels, who disintegrated upon contact. Stygia swung her sword at Wavianne and tried to hit her, but missed. Wavianne drew a fire dragon with her paintbrush. The dragon came to life and slammed into another Holy Damned Angel, causing it to disintegrate.
Stygia slammed her sword downward at Wavianne. She avoided the attack, but was caught off guard for a bit. The other angels blasted into her and sent her falling down the clouds to the Halora lands below.
"Maybe that'll teach you to mess with us," growled Stygia, "You don't mess with the Holy Damned!"
"In Heaven an angel is nobody in particular."
~George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950)
When Wavianne awoke, she was sleeping on the ground…the ground? She looked around. There was a sudden explosion of new, vibrant colors around her. What was this? There was green…lots of it, and the ground was this ugly brown. The grounds of Divinity were pure white, always! What was this stuff?
She looked around. There was a giant tree with apples growing on it. These apples were red! What was this? Apples are supposed to be gold; not red. They were also smaller than the ones in Divinity. Everything down here was lopsided. Wavianne pulled out her paintbrush. She painted a magic symbol on the tree. There! At least she could identify where she was now. Now to figure out where she was…
Something rustled in the bushes behind her. She readied her paintbrush in case of an attacker. Out came a strange mole-like creature. It had sharp digging claws and had a flower on its head.
"Stranger?" he asked. "Never seen you before…"
"Who are you?" asked Wavianne, "What kind of angel are you?"
"My name is Muddero, miss," he replied, "Mudd for short! I'm no angel, old sport! Although I do like to be called an angel, I'm a Metrion,"
"It's a type of race," replied Mudd, "Anyway, who are you?"
"My name is Wavianne!" she replied, "I'm an angel!"
Mudd stared at her in disbelief, "No way! You're an angel? But you're black! I thought all angels are white?"
"Not all angels are white," Wavianne replied, "Some are black, like I am!"
"That's cool," replied Mudd. "Why are you down here?"
"Some of the other angels attacked me and I ended up down here," sighed Wavianne, "What's wrong with your trees?"
She pointed at the tree. Mudd looked at her, puzzled, "What do you mean? There's nothing wrong with it!"
"Look at the apples!" Wavianne shouted, "They're red! The apples are supposed to be gold!"
Mudd looked at her, "No, they're no! Apples are red, and they always were red!"
Wavianne began to process this new information. What was this strange world she was in? Halora was very different below than it was above.
"What do you call this area?" she asked.
"The correct term is 'The Centerpiece'!" replied Mudd.
Wavianne stared in wonder at all these magnificent things down here. The sky contained big gray clouds. Strange…above, the clouds were white.
"I'll need a way to get back up to Divinity," Wavianne sighed.
"Why can't you just fly?" Mudd suggested, "I see four perfectly good wings on you,"
"It's too far," Wavianne argued.
She looked around. Surely there must be somewhere she could look for that was at least high enough to fly back to Divinity. She noticed a large tower like structure not too far away.
"What's that?" she pointed to the tower.
Mudd looked over, "That's the Sky Tower. We pray to the gods above for survival every day,"
Wavianne looked confused, "Why?"
"Tradition," replied Mudd. "Also, there has been a record-breaking drought that has occurred recently. Everyone is dehydrating because there is no water."
Wavianne sighed, "Can you take me to the Sky Tower?"
"Sure," Mudd replied, "The town is just outside the Sky Tower…we can head there and rest!"
"Thank you," replied Wavianne.
"If men were angels, no government would be necessary."
-James Madison (1751-1836)
"Mudd!" growled a voice, "What the hell are you doing walking around?"
Mudd and Wavianne entered the small town, where villagers were frantically digging for hidden wells. Wavianne looked around. The people around here looked sad and were suffering. This was way different from Divinity.
"What's wrong?" asked Mudd.
"What's wrong?" a villager walked out and rounded on Mudd. He was holding a large red staff. He resembled some sort of iron humanoid, but also had inner organs. "There is a shortage on water! People are dehydrating left and right, and you just take it upon yourself to leave the town without notice?"
Wavianne glanced at the villager, "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" the villager declared, "Never seen you before…in fact, I've never even seen your species before!"
"Oh, I'm an angel!" Wavianne explained, "My name is Wavianne!"
"An angel, huh?" the villager looked unimpressed, "Well, Wavianne, my name is Emperion. I am the leader of the town. How are you an angel?"
"I just am!" Wavianne replied, "I fell from the sky after a little fight and I ended up here. Afterwards, I met your friend, Mudd, who seems really nice!"
"Friend?" Emperion raised his staff and struck Mudd across the face. "This fool is a disgrace to the Metrion race. Then again, the Metrion are an inferior race to begin with. They're no match for the might of the Steelons!"
Wavianne sighed. She had no idea what they were talking about. "Look, all I want to do is get back home to Divinity!" She pointed at the clouds.
"Back up there?" cried Emperion, "Why?"
"I live up there!"
Wavianne sighed, "Duh, cause I'm an angel!"
Emperion narrowed his eyes, "Uhh, right. Anyway, you can get home from the Sky Tower probably. Mudd and I have some unfinished business to do."
"What's going on?" asked Wavianne.
"There is a drought occurring around here," replied Emperion, "The water is all dried up, and many of us are dehydrating and dying because of the low water shortage. Our people are desperately trying to find some more water around here, but unfortunately, we have not been too successful in finding even a drop,"
"That's unfortunate," Wavianne muttered, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Not unless you can summon rain," grumbled Emperion. "We don't wanna burden you with our heavy and rather miserable problems. You should get back to the sky…or wherever you belong. This area isn't safe at night,"
"Thanks," Wavianne replied. She began walking towards the tower.
"Bye," called Mudd.
Wavianne approached the Sky Tower. There were two sets of staircases. One of them went upwards to an extraordinary height. The other led downward to a seemingly endless pit. Wavianne stopped to wonder. Was it really worth it going back? No, the Angel Consoul will just resume their discriminations against her. Plus, she'll have to deal with Stygia and her Holy Damned army. She opted for the second set of stairs. She figured wherever this was going, it couldn't possibly be worse than the Holy Damned…right?
"Living Hell is the best revenge"
-Adrienne Gusoff (????-????)
Damn, was she wrong! Almost at once, Wavianne began to sense a sudden increase in heat. In fact, it was getting hotter and hotter as she descended. Pretty soon, it was almost unbearable, but she managed to keep moving. She drew up some cold water and splashed it on her face. It felt much better down here.
There was a door leading outside. She exited. The entire area was on fire! There were flames everywhere. Large volcanoes erupted from the distance, and smoke covered the ceiling. She looked up. There were very few spots of light, and steam poured into those holes and escaped to wherever.
Three devil-like creatures approached her. "Halt! What business do you have here?"
"I'm a visitor!" Wavianne replied.
"Who are you?" one of the guards growled.
"My name is Wavianne," she replied, "I'm visiting!"
"Visiting?" growled the guard, "No one visits Hell...it's unheard of."
"Well, then I'm the first one..."
"Impossible," spat the guard, "You're coming with me. You and I will see Queen Jadess!"
The guard pushed Wavianne along a path. She looked around. Many of the guards here had horns on their heads. Most were also female. They dressed similar to that of Brazilian Dancers, but wore red and black feathers instead. Each devil held a staff.
Wavianne and the guard stopped near the entrance of a castle, which was composed of flames. The guards moved, allowing them to enter. Inside, the castle was horrid. Flames danced all around the castle, and doorways were holes in the fire. Wavianne looked around. Where we're the glistening pools? Where were the golden apple trees? Where was the sun?
They stopped at the entrance to the throne room. The guard acknowledged Wavianne, "Wait here until the queen summons you." He left, leaving her all alone.
Wavianne peered inside. She could see the queen talking with someone. The queen was rather beautiful. She had long legs and wore a black devil outfit. She wore a large, black crown on her head. She too, carried a staff, but a sharp point was added to each end, making a double-sided spear.
Wavianne then turned her attention to the other figure. It was an angel. It was black too. It had spikes on its wings. Then Wavianne gasped. It was Stygia!
What was she doing down here? Was she exploring too? Maybe she was looking for her. Wavianne listened closer to try and catch the conversation.
"Stygia! I'm ashamed of you!" Queen Jadess growled, "How the hell could you let her escape? I give you Devil Gals to aid the Holy Damned, and still that's not enough."
"My apologies, mistress..." grumbled Stygia, "This angel is really tough to recruit!"
"No excuses, dammit!" Queen Jadess spat, "You even have a battleship to help conquer Divinity, and you can't even recruit one angel? Pathetic,"
Stygia suddenly unsheathed her massive two-handed sword. "You can degrade Divinity, you can degrade the Holy Damned...hell, you can even degrade my methods. But DON'T call me 'pathetic'!"
Queen Jadess snorted in disgust, "I should hope not to call you such words if you actually do your job!"
Stygia growled, "The Holy Damned are preparing the Hell Bringer as we speak. Soon, nothing will stand in our way!"
Wavianne stared in horror at what was transpiring. Was this really what was happening? The Devil Gals and the Holy Damned made an alliance...or did they?
"Wonderful," Queen Jadess replied, "I shall await the fall of the Angel Consoul, and then I can claim my rightful spot up in the skies."
Stygia lashed out her sword and flared up her wings, "The Holy Damned is game to work with you." She extended her sword and aimed it at Queen Jadess' neck, "However, remember that it is I who rules over the Holy Damned...NOT you. We will never work FOR you, only with. It would be wise for you to remember the difference! That spot up in the skies belongs to me, and I will gladly take on your army of flaming bitches any day!"
"You dare defy me?" Queen Jadess growled, "I gave you everything you needed to become powerful. I gave you that sword, and the battleship, and that magic paintbrush."
"Let me also remind you that it was I who convinced the Angel Consoul not to execute you," Stygia snarled, "They only banished you to the Centerpiece. What you did there was your own fault. That's why you ended up in Hell! And let me add that your stupid paintbrush is no longer in the possession of the Holy Damned."
"You lost it?"
"Wavianne currently has possession of it," Stygia smirked, "Don't worry, though! She's no threat to us. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she died somewhere in the Centerpiece..."
Stygia flew off on that note, leaving Queen Jadess cursing and pacing around the room. Wavianne was about to leave when Queen Jadess growled. "Send the next one in!"
An invisible force picked up Wavianne and threw her into the throne room. Queen Jadess glanced at Wavianne, confused.
"I'm sorry," she growled. "Stygia just left. If you hurry, you can catch her."
"Oh, I'm not a Holy Damned peon," replied Wavianne.
The Queen narrowed her eyes, "Then who are you exactly?"
"I come from above," Wavianne pointed upwards. "From the lands of Divinity! I was wondering if there was a way to there from here?"
"That place is sickening," growled Queen Jadess, "Why the hell would you wanna go there?"
"It's my home," Wavianne muttered blankly.
Queen Jadess motioned to a beam of light near the sky tower entrance. "Just fly straight up that beam of light...that's what all the other angels do,"
"Right," Wavianne replied. It was at this moment that she realized that Queen Jadess had no clue who she was. She might as well take advantage of this opportunity.
"Well?" Queen Jadess barked, "Go!"
"Is there something wrong?" Wavianne implored, "You look rather down..."
"What's it to you? I'm just rather frustrated, that's all!"
"Maybe you should talk to me about it,"
"Talk to me about what's wrong!" Wavianne replied, "That's what I do when I feel down..."
Queen Jadess growled, "You won't know what I'm going through."
"Doesn't hurt to talk," Wavianne answered softly.
Queen Jadess sighed, "It's the Angel Consoul. I've wanted revenge on them ever since they banished me from Divinity. All I did was let some of the Devil Gals come hang out with the other angels."
"I see," Wavianne replied.
"Well, the Angel Consoul did not like that. Not. One. Bit. They claimed that the Devil Gals were bad influences on the male angels. So they banished us and confined us to Hell,"
"That's too bad,"
"Now, I want revenge," growled Queen Jadess, "I will march my troops into Divinity and murder every last Angel Consoul member."
"Is that really the best way to handle this situation?" asked Wavianne.
"Listen to yourself," Wavianne objected, "Attacking Divinity? Murdering angels? What is that gonna solve you?"
"It will be revenge for the banishment so many years ago," snarled Queen Jadess.
"But at what cost?" Wavianne pointed out, "The Angel Consoul will just elect more members, and more and more angels will just take their places. Unlike the Devil Gals, the angels are well reinforced with the manpower and the means to defend their home, where as your scantily clothed warriors are poorly trained in everything except pleasure."
Queen Jadess thought this over, "You think so?"
"Trust me," Wavianne replied, "You need to learn to solve your problems a different way other than violence. Eventually, you'll be wishing for acceptance back into Divinity. I think that's your true wish...not getting revenge on the Angel Consoul,"
Queen Jadess nodded, deep in thought at Wavianne's speech, "Your words are thoughtful and wise, young angel. I will be sure to take your thoughts into consideration,"
"I must know your name," Queen Jadess replied suddenly, "Such intelligent thoughts must be credited appropriately,"
"I'd rather not say," Wavianne muttered, "I don't want to anger you or outrage anyone..."
"Nonsense!" Queen Jadess smiled, "You are such a brilliant angel! I must know your name!"
"Well," Wavianne sighed, "My name is-"
"Her name is Wavianne," snarled a voice behind her.
Wavianne whirled around. Stygia was standing at the entrance, with her massive sword in her hands. "This is the angel I was talking about, mistress. This is the stupid angel who did not abide by the rules of the Holy Damned,"
Wavianne turned around and drew her paintbrush. Queen Jadess stared with interest at Wavianne, "Where did you get that paintbrush?"
"It was a gift from my father," replied Wavianne. "I use it for painting pictures."
"This disgrace of an angel refuses to accept her fate that she is black!" Stygia snarled, "The Angel Consoul does not want us. They despise us, and that's not likely to ever change!"
"Maybe if we just show them who we truly are," Wavianne suggested, "We can-"
"Things don't work like that anymore!" Stygia interrupted, "You've been painting your pictures for too long now! It's time to join the anarchy, or face the consequences."
"I will never join your hell organization," growled Wavianne.
"So be it," smirked Stygia, "Prepare to perish!"
Stygia lunged at Wavianne and barreled into her, sending her crashing through the fire wall and sending her out of the castle. Stygia and Queen Jadess leaped down and advanced towards her. Wavianne painted a fireball in midair and launched it at Stygia, but Stygia reflected it with her sword.
Wavianne flew up high, with Stygia right behind her. She barreled into Wavianne, who crashed into the floor. Wavianne lashed out her paintbrush and struck Stygia across the face. She then soared over to the beam of light and vanished, escaping back to Divinity.
"Coward!" snarled Stygia. Se growled to Queen Jadess, "Don't worry. I'll catch her!"
She motioned to the Devil Gals, who followed her as she marched to the Sky Tower and led them out of Hell and advanced towards the Centerpiece.
"Oh, Wavianne," sighed Queen Jadess, "If only..."
"The Devil hath power to assume a pleasing shape."
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Wavianne arrived back in Divinity. She looked around. The ground was white again. The weather was the perfect temperature and there were gold trees and apples. Everything was back to normal.
She raced quickly to Divinity Hall, where the Angel Consoul met. She stormed in, during the middle of one of their meetings. They were clearly not pleased by the disruption, let alone Wavianne's black angel status.
"What do you need?" the lead angel, Divia, asked promptly.
"I bring news from Queen Jadess," Wavianne cried, "The Holy Damned and the Devil Gals are on their way to Divinity to invade and kill all of you! We have to prepare for an attack!"
"How do you know this?" Divia asked.
"I've been to Hell," Wavianne sighed, "I heard Stygia and Queen Jadess conspiring and their plans to conquer the Angel Consoul."
The twelve members of the Angel Consoul looked around, nervous about this news. Divia glanced at Wavianne, "So, do you have a plan in mind?"
"Divia!" growled Centra, another Consoul member, "What are you doing? She's a black angel!"
"Quite honestly, Centra," retorted Divia, "I would like to live a another day, so if you don't mind, I would be very interested as to hear what young Wavianne here has to say,"
Centra nodded and stepped back. Divia continued, "So, do you have a plan?"
"If the Devil Gals reach Divinity, all is lost," explained Wavianne, "In order to prevent this sort of attack, we will need to intercept them within the Centerpiece. It is our only hope,"
Divia nodded and glanced at the other eleven Angel Consoul members, "Alert the Wingmen and the Defenders. We must stop them at the Centerpiece."
The other angels nodded and dashed off to alert others. Divia walked up to Wavianne, "If this works, we owe you an apology,"
"For what?" asked Wavianne.
"For all the suffering you had to go through for the past several years," sighed Divia, "Please forgive us,"
"You're not saved yet," smirked Wavianne and dashed off. Divia followed. Outside, the Angel Wingmen were following the Angel Consoul as they dove down below the clouds and headed for the Centerpiece. Defenders flew just underneath the clouds, ready to attack any Devil Gals that made it passed the Wingmen.
"We will still be heavily outnumbered," Centra warned.
"I know some friends who can help us," Wavianne told Divia, "Follow me!"
"If heaven made him, Earth can find some use for him."
Wavianne flew down to the Centerpiece with Divia and the Wingmen. They all landed in the Sky Tower village.
"Mudd!" Wavianne called, "Where are you?"
Mudd entered from one of the buildings along with Emperion.
"Hey, it's the angel girl!" Mudd called.
"You know him?" asked Divia.
"I met him while I was down here. This is Muddero, or Mudd for short. And this is the leader of the village, Emperion!"
"Happy to be aquatinted," smiled Mudd.
Divia nodded, "Very nice to meet you, Mr. Mudd and Master Emperion. As it so happens, the Devil Gals are planning on invading our home, and we would be very grateful if you could help us in our time of need."
Emperion nodded, "If you guys truly are angels, surely you can end the horrific drought that has been occurring for years now,"
"With all due respect, Master Emperion," Divia responded, "We are mere angels, not gods. If we could truly control the weather, I assure you we would not be asking for your help,"
"Quite right," Emperion muttered, "Apologies, ma'am,"
Wavianne nodded, "It won't be long until the Holy Damned and the Devil Gals advance here and attack us! As such, the Wingmen will not be able to hold them off forever. Our mission is to keep them from reaching the top of the Sky Tower."
"On it!" replied Mudd. He raced off to the Sky Tower.
Wavianne turned to Emperion, "We will need some land forces to stall the Devil Gals,"
"I can do that," smirked Emperion and motioned to several villagers, who followed him off to the Sky Tower.
Suddenly, several Defender angels fell from the sky and smashed into the ground. Wavianne and Divia ran over to inspect them.
"What happened?" growled Divia.
"Th-the Hell Bringer," the Defender rasped, "It-it caught us off guard...we were ambushed. Stygia's...c-coming,"
He collapsed to the floor dead. Wavianne looked up. A massive battleship was looming overhead, blasting away at the unexpected Defenders. The battleship was shaped as a standard battleship, with guns and turrets and cannons covering the deck. It was huge in comparison to anything the angels have ever seen. The guns were far superior in terms of the Defenders' pathetic shockers. Hundreds of Holy Damned peons were pouring out of the Hell Bringer and attacking the Wingmen.
Another blast was heard near the Sky Tower entrance. Devil Gals were pouring out and attacking the Wingmen and the villagers. Wavianne and Divia went into action. Divia barreled into two Devil Gals and shot at another with her crossbow. Wavianne painted three fireballs and shot them at some Devil Gals and Holy Damned peons.
Stygia flew down and landed near Wavianne with her massive sword, which was now encased in fire. Queen Jadess emerged from the Sky Tower holding her fire staff. Divia and Centra began attacking Queen Jadess. Wavianne turned to Stygia.
"So, this is your decision?" growled Stygia, "Do you really think the Angel Consoul cares for you now? They are just using you! You're nothing but a pawn to the white angels. Face the damn facts! You are a black angel...you always will be one!"
Wavianne drew a massive energy wave and launched it at Stygia. She blocked it with her sword. Stygia slammed her sword into Wavianne and knocked her into a tree. Two apples fell from the tree and landed near Stygia, which she crushed with her wing spikes. Wavianne sent a fireball at Stygia and slammed her into another tree.
Meanwhile, the Hell Bringer continued shooting Defenders and Wingmen out of the sky. Whatever the battleship did not blast, the Holy Damned took out. They barreled into unsuspecting Defenders and brought them crashing down to the ground. Mudd aimed his slingshot at the Holy Damned peons. He began firing jagged rocks and heavy stones at the Holy Damned soldiers. These objects pierced through the wings of the Holy Damned soldiers and brought them crashing down to the ground, where Emperion and the soldiers stabbed them with spears and arrows.
Even still, Wavianne knew that they were heavily disadvantaged. Both Stygia and the Hell Bringer were taking out angels left and right. Plus, more and more Devil Gals seemed to pour out of the Sky Tower, at an endless rate. There were only two ways for them to win. Wavianne either had to bring down the Hell Bringer, or defeat Queen Jadess.
She looked up at the massive battleship. The Hell Bringer did have a lot of armor surrounding the hull, and those massive cannons seemed too strong to destroy and too fast to dodge. She would settle for Queen Jadess.
The queen was attacking Divia and Centra. Both of them had inferior weapons in comparison to Queen Jadess' fire staff. She sent a fire attack at Divia and pinned down Centra.
"I don't care how long it takes," snarled Queen Jadess growled, "I will murder every last Angel Consoul member until there are no more alive!"
She drove her sword through Centra's skull. Blood poured out of her as she collapsed dead before the queen. Queen Jadess pushed Centra's corpse out of the way and rounded on Divia.
Wavianne lashed out her paintbrush and struck Stygia across the face. She flew high in the sky and dodged several Holy Damned peons. She then skydived to the ground below and smashed into Queen Jadess, blasting then both into some village buildings.
Emperion and Divia ran over to assist Wavianne while three Devil Gals and a Holy Damned peon appeared. Emperion took on the peon while Divia attacked the three Devil Gals. That left Queen Jadess and Wavianne.
Queen Jadess spun her staff around like a baton. Her long Brazilian-style dress was now folded up and gave her the appearance of a peacock.
"Why did you listen to my whims?" growled Queen Jadess, "You knew very well that we were looking for you, and you knew very well that I was the great Queen Jadess...yet you still stayed and listened to me. Even when you had the chance to escape, you stuck around! Why is that?"
"I gave you some thoughts to consider before you go making the wrong decisions," Wavianne answered, "Frankly, my comments still stand strong."
"You should've listened to Stygia," smirked Queen Jadess, "You are a black angel, and you will never get the full rewards or benefits or treatments as a white angel would."
"People can change!" growled Wavianne, "Perhaps if you call off the war and apologize to the Angel Consoul, you might get admitted back into Divinity!"
"Silly angel!" snarled Queen Jadess, "If you want so badly to be like a white angel, you shall receive the same punishment as one, I guarantee that!"
Queen Jadess swung her staff around and attempted to strike Wavianne, but missed. Wavianne shot two fireballs at her, but she deflected them with her staff. The two clashed weapons for a while, and a stalemate seemed to be formed.
Suddenly, a tremendous force landed on Wavianne. She looked up. Stygia had smashed her into the ground and was attempting to pulverize her with her sword. She kept smashing it into yet face repeatedly, attempting to kill her. Wavianne did her best to block the attacks, but she knew it wouldn't be long before Stygia overpowered her.
"Any last words?" Stygia sneered. "How does it feel to be hated by both the white angels and the black angels."
"I'll see you in Hell then," smirked Wavianne.
Something slammed into Stygia and knocked her off. Wavianne got up and painted a massive chain, which she shot at Queen Jadess and bounded her up, causing her to fall on the floor. She looked over to her savior. Divia had barreled into Stygia and was battling against her, attempting to impale Stygia with arrows. Stygia was good at avoiding the crossbow arrows, but Divia was also quick enough to not get slammed by Stygia's fire sword. Wavianne ran over to Emperion, who had just finished defeating the peon. She had him guard Queen Jadess while she went over to help Stygia.
Stygia realized soon that she was outnumbered and overpowered. Try as she might, Wavianne and Divia were slowly tiring her out. She suddenly extended her wings. The spikes cut into her assaulters' wings, allowing her to escape quickly. She flee to the only safe place left: the Hell Bringer.
"What do we do?" cried Divia, "We are running low on both troops and strength."
Wavianne looked around. Many of the Defenders had abandoned the skies and were focusing in helping Mudd take out the Devil Gals scaling the Sky Tower. The Wingmen flew in groups and swarmed over the peons, overpowering them and defeating them. However, the Hell Bringer was still a massive threat. Wavianne watched in horror as the battleship's massive cannons shot out a massive energy beam and destroyed portions of the Sky Tower. Dozens of Defenders plummeted to the ground, in flames and unconscious.
Wavianne motioned to Divia, "Unless we defeat the Hell Bringer, we'll be sitting ducks out here!"
"What's your plan?" asked Divia.
Wavianne looked around, "I need you to help Emperion guard Queen Jadess. Make her she does not escape!"
"Got it!" replied Divia.
Wavianne flew off towards the Hell Bringer. The cannons locked on to her and opened fire at her. She used evasive maneuvers and techniques to avoid the mass gunfire. It appears she underestimated her speed. She could easily out fly both the bullets and the Hell Bringer itself. Stygia must have realized this, for she switched tactics.
Two massive missile silos opened up from the deck. They fired at Wavianne, who did her best to dodge the attacks. Unfortunately, the missiles were fueled by engines, which out flew her. One of the missiles struck her in the wing and exploded. Stygia smiled as Wavianne plummeted to the Centerpiece and smashed into the ground, where she lay there.
"I offered for you to join the anarchy, Wavianne," Stygia sighed, "Have fun in Hell..."
"The road to Hell is paved with adverbs."
-Stephen King (1947-present)
When Wavianne awoke, she was in a pure white atmosphere. There was nothing around. It was just a white area. There was no snow, no war, no blood, no rain, no violence, no angels, nothing! She was all alone.
No, that wasn't true. She saw a mass of what looked like other creatures gathered around a massive angel. This angel was larger than other angels. He wore a triple halo and carried a sword made of solid gold. He sported six wings compared to the standard four every other angel had. Intrigued, Wavianne looked to investigate.
The large angel noticed her approaching and left the crowd to go greet her. "Ahh, Wavianne! I thought you might show up sooner or later,"
Wavianne looked around, "Where am I?"
"Welcome to the Canvas!" the angel replied. "You may refer to me as 'the Master'..."
Wavianne nodded, a bit confused, "What is the Canvas?"
The Master laughed, "The Canvas is where those who have waited for their chance to live life are sent, but it is also a place to determine the afterlife for those who have already perished."
"So, you decide who goes to Divinity and Hell?" asked Wavianne.
Wavianne nodded, "So, where am I going?"
"That depends," the Master smiled, "Where do you want to go?"
Wavianne thought for a moment, "In actual truth, I would like to be able to wake up from that explosion and continue fighting for my friends,"
The Master nodded, "Ahh, yes. You angels were off fighting against the Holy Damned and the Devil Gals. From my perspective, it wasn't going too well,"
"Yeah," Wavianne lowered her head, "That's why I need to go back! So I can assist my friends in whatever way I can!"
The Master smiled, "I like the way you think, Wavianne. You put your friends before yourself. I would send you to Divinity if you didn't already live there,"
Wavianne felt proud inside. The Master accepted her as an angel, regardless of her color. She felt really happy. Her father would be proud of her, wherever he was now.
"All I want is to return to the Centerpiece and continue to help fight with my friends," she replied, "I can't bare to see them die,"
"If that is your wish, then it shall be granted," The Master answered, "Good things happen to angels."
"So, you don't care that I'm a black angel?" asked Wavianne.
"Black is only a shade," replied The Master, "Here in the Canvas, your actions are what really matter."
"Oh," Wavianne replied.
"Now then," The Master shouted, "Shall I resurrect you and send you back to the Centerpiece to fight?"
"Wait!" Wavianne cried, "I have some questions,"
"Like what?" asked The Master.
Wavianne looked at the other creatures, who were now staring intently at what The Master was doing with Wavianne, "Can they see us?"
"They can see both of us," replied The Master, "But only you can see me in this form,"
"Why is that?"
"Many people see me differently," The Master replied, "I appear in various shapes and forms in front of other people. Some interpret me differently from others. Some have a deeper perspective of me as opposed to others."
"Why is that?"
"I'm not entirely sure," The Master replied, "Some misinterpret my teachings and my recommendations for life. An example of this is your friends in the Angel Consoul. They assumed I meant make the world purified by eliminating the black angels, which I did not say! I told them that they needed to eliminate the darkness in the world. The darkness is not the black angels."
"I thought so," Wavianne smirked.
"Yes," The Master replied, "So all those creatures over there are seeing me as a different species…every single one of them. They may get ideas from others, but deep down, what they see is what I am…just like what you see."
"So you look different to everyone else?"
Wavianne nodded, "So, I have another question,"
"And I have another answer,"
"I wanna know what Stygia's intentions are for helping Queen Jadess. She could have very well have attacked without Queen Jadess, and she does not seem to be helping the Devil Gals make it to Divinity, rather she seems to be intent on destroying all who oppose her. She doesn't even have any concern with the Sky Tower, as she blasted away several chunks out of the building itself."
The Master sighed, "Stygia is her own angel, and likewise, she has her own agendas. I really can't stop her from doing what she does. It's her choice. She makes her own decisions, and there's nothing I can really do about it,"
"But why does she do it?"
"Let me tell you about this one time I encountered some creature. I won't state the creature's name, but this creature decided to steal money. I'll admit I was impressed with the amount of money this creature stole, but later when I confronted it to inquire what it did with all that money, it simply replied that it burned the money it stole, the second it was stolen. There was no spending of the money, no investments of any sort, no briberies to get out of prison, nothing at all!"
"What?" cried Wavianne, "That's a waste! Why go through all that trouble of stealing that money if you are just going to burn it all in the end,"
"I asked the creature the same question," The Master replied, "Its only reply was that it wanted to do it because it was the wrong thing to do,"
"I was a bit confused too," The Master replied, "Naturally, I asked the creature to elaborate on its 'intelligent' response,"
"What did it say?" Wavianne asked, "The reasoning makes no sense,"
"See, the creature did those bad things because it was wrong, not necessarily for its own personal gain, but for the suffering of those around it. The creature did bad things because they were bad. I found that a bit peculiar. Intentional bad things are always common, but to do them because they were wrong period was a first. I had never experienced an excuse such as that until I asked the creature."
"I'm afraid I still don't understand its logic," Wavianne sighed, "What was the purpose of its actions?"
"That's the point right there!" The Master exclaimed, "There was not a single point or reason behind the creature's actions, he just committed them. You see, Wavianne, some creatures, aren't interested in world domination. Some creatures don't care about fame and success. Some creatures aren't interested in their desires or their motives."
"Some creatures just want to do things for the sake of doing it, regardless of the consequences. Some creatures just want to watch the world crumble…some creatures just want to bring hell to the universe,"
Wavianne thought about this revelation. Was this really what Stygia was thinking? Come to think of it, there were no beneficial gains in helping Queen Jadess or demolishing the Sky Tower or wiping out the Divinity population. Was that all she was doing? Did she just want to bring Hell to all of Halora. If that was case, the name of her battleship suddenly made a whole lot more sense!
Wavianne smiled at The Master, "Thank you! Now that I understand this enemy of mine, I will have no trouble in defeating her…or at least I should have an easier time than I would have before,"
The Master smiled, "Take care, Wavianne. I will offer this last piece of advice: a great hero does not mean murder the villain. A great hero means understanding both sides of the spectrum,"
"What do you mean?"
"Let me use your paintings as a good analogy," replied The Master, "When you paint, you make things a certain color. Why do you make it that color…for example, why do you make all your trees gold?"
"That's the way they are in Divinity," Wavianne explained.
"What if you made them purple? Or Silver? Would that not still make the tree a tree?"
"I…I guess it would…but I feel that gold should be the color of the trees!"
"Exactly my point," The Master replied, "In order to be a true artist, you must understand the possibility of using other colors, and knowing why those colors can never work on your beautiful masterpiece,"
"Oh!" Wavianne replied, "I get it! Thanks!"
The Master smiled and waved his hands. A large portal opened up. A white light was shining from inside. The portal was large, but the light was too bright to see beyond the portal.
"Once you step inside the portal, you will awaken in the Centerpiece," replied The Master. "The battle is still going as I can recall, but time is not stopped here in the Canvas, so every moment you spend here, you lose precious time in the Centerpiece."
"Okay!" Wavianne replied. She advanced towards the portal, but stopped at the very edge. "Master! I have one more question,"
"That creature who robbed the banks because it was wrong," Wavianne implored, "Was that creature Queen Jadess?"
The Master hesitated for a moment, "Yes…yes it was,"
Wavianne said nothing, but nodded. She entered the portal and watched the image of the Canvas fade to white.
"If there is, in fact, a Heaven and a Hell, all we know for sure is that Hell will be a viciously overcrowded version of Phoenix…"
-Hunter S. Thompson (1939-2005)
Wavianne awoke lying on the floor. The battle was still going fierce. Stygia was now attacking the Sky Tower, as the Hell Bringer was shooting at the tower, regardless of who was in it. Dozens of Metrion soldiers and Devil Gals were collapsing to the ground dead, and the tower shook with each impact.
Wavianne flew to the Hell Bringer and landed on the deck. She stormed through the battleship and made her way to the control room, where Stygia was overlooking the entire battle.
"Stygia!" snarled Wavianne, "Enough!"
Stygia whirled around, startled by this sudden outburst. She glared in fury and shock at Wavianne, "You? But how? I killed you!"
"I didn't die," Wavianne retorted, "I just fell, but now I'm up, and I'm gonna defeat you once and for all,"
"Nice try, blackie," growled Stygia. She extended her wings to their full lengths, giving her the appearance of twice her size, "The Hell Bringer is just about ready to knock down the Sky Tower, and both Queen Jadess and the Angel Consoul will suffer my wrath. I will bring Hell to Divinity, to the Centerpiece, and even back to Hell itself!"
"Stop this madness, Stygia!" cried Wavianne. She pulled out her paintbrush and aimed it at Stygia, "Destroying all of Halora is not the answer to all of your problems. What will you accomplish in doing this?"
"I will go down in history as the angel who destroyed the world," smirked Stygia, "I think that's an impressive feat right there,"
"Not if I stop you," growled Wavianne.
"Stop me?" Stygia spat. She drew her massive sword, still in flames. "I've had just about enough of you and your insipid vows to stop me. Not once have you succeeded in doing anything. You let the Angel Consoul members die, you let the Metrion and Steelon village get destroyed, and now you will fail in stopping me."
"We'll see about that," Wavianne remarked. She painted three thunderbolts and shot them at Stygia. It electrocuted her and sent her smashing into the walls of the room. Stygia snarled and shot a massive ball of flame out of her sword at Wavianne. It hit her and sent her crashing into the opposite wall. Stygia flew at her and barreled into her, sending her through the wall and landing into the storage room. She then smashed her sword downward, trying to strike Wavianne in the face, but missed. Wavianne painted an ice beam and shot it at Stygia, sending her crashing back into the control room and smashing into the floor.
Stygia got up and snarled at Wavianne, "You-you think you can stop me? I'm Hell's angel…what makes you think you can stop me?"
"I'm an artist," Wavianne smiled, "And it's time I finish this masterpiece of a painting,"
"You and your stupid painter analogies," growled Stygia, "Well, you're too late! You lose, Wavianne!"
She slammed a button on the control room. Suddenly, a large cannon appeared on the main deck and aimed at the base of the Sky Tower. The cannon fired, sending an enormous beam of energy at the Sky Tower. The beam seared through the base, creating a large explosion and killing several Devil Gals surrounding the Sky Tower. The Sky Tower itself began to sway a bit before finally beginning to topple over. Devil Gals and Metrion soldiers screamed in terror as the Sky Tower began collapsing. Defenders and Wingmen dove out of the way, but many got caught under the Sky Tower and were crushed. The Sky Tower smashed into the ground, killing many more creatures and sending a huge cloud of dust into the air. The dust clouded the vision of the Holy Damned peons and blinded them, causing them to fall from the sky and disappear into the vast cloud.
Stygia shouted in triumph, "Ha! Look at that! The Sky Tower is gone. Now begins a new era of destruction, of agony, of chaos! Now begins a new age…of hell!"
Wavianne growled, "Not while I'm here. I'm a hero, and I'm putting an end to this madness,"
She painted an ocean of pure water, and suddenly, the entire control room was filled with water. Both Wavianne and Stygia gasped at the surface for air, but the room was filled. The controls began to malfunction and the Hell Bringer began to descend towards the Centerpiece. The water started to flow out of the Hell Bringer, leaving Wavianne and Stygia both soaked and weak.
Wavianne coughed out some water before growling, "You had the chance to prove you were just as good as a white angel! Instead, you chose the path of a villain…I'm really disappointed in you, Stygia,"
"Do you think I care what the stupid Angel Consoul thinks of me?" Stygia spat, "I would've done this if I was a white angel. All I care about is bringing hell!"
"I'm sorry you feel that way," Wavianne sighed. She painted a steel rope and bound shot it at her. The rope wrapped around her body and constricted her, preventing her from moving. She reached for her sword, but was unable to reach it.
"Damn you!" snarled Stygia, "Damn you to hell!"
Wavianne shook her head. She painted a large fireball and shot it upward, blasting away at the ceiling and creating an opening for her to escape. She flew out, leaving Stygia cursing at her. She remained in the air and watched as the Hell Bringer fell crashing down to the Centerpiece, where it burst into flames.
She then flew down to the battlegrounds, where Divia was guarding Queen Jadess. She looked up as Wavianne approached her.
"Good, you're safe!" Divia replied. "How goes the battle with Stygia."
"The last time I saw her, she was on the Hell Bringer. I saw the massive ship go down in flames,"
"That's good, I guess," Divia replied. "I secured Queen Jadess for you, my lady!"
"Thank you," replied Wavianne. She turned to Queen Jadess, "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"All I have to say is that I'm never partnering with the Holy Damned ever again!" snarled Queen Jadess, "Those loons have no respect for the Devil Gals."
Divia raised her crossbow, "Shall I?"
"No," Wavianne sighed. She raised her paintbrush and painted a fireball. She shot it at the chains and broke them, setting her free.
"What are you doing?" cried Divia.
"I'm letting you go," Wavianne spoke to Queen Jadess, "You clearly care for your people, and I respect that from you. Right now, I am offering what I offered to you a while back when we first met."
"What are you talking about?" growled Queen Jadess."
"I am merely giving you the opportunity to get admitted back into Divinity," replied Wavianne, "All you have to do is apologize directly to the Angel Consoul. I even made it easy for you. The leader of the Angel Consoul is right here!" She motioned to Divia.
Queen Jadess sighed, and said nothing for a long time, clearly pondering on her idea. Finally, she went up to Divia and bowed her head in respect, "Long ago, I mistakenly allowed my Devil Gals to corrupt your angels, something which I regretted for a long time. After you banished me from Divinity, I grew depressed, and in that depression, I did very unacceptable things in the Centerpiece. I was punished and sent to Hell for my actions. I've wanted to get revenge on the Angel Consoul ever since, but Wavianne here showed me a different motive…I wanted to get accepted back into Divinity, not get revenge on you. So here I say my deepest and most sincere apologies. I am sorry for the deaths the Devil Gals have caused upon your men. I am sorry for the deaths of some of the members of your Consoul, but most of all, I am sorry that I have put so much disgrace in Halora and myself. I hope to earn your forgiveness…"
She stopped there and waited for a long time. Wavianne looked over at Divia, who was clearly touched by the speech and deep in thought. Finally, she commented, "I'm sorry for banishing you, Jadess…it was wrong to inflict such harsh punishment on you. I never wanted you to suffer so badly, but you did, and I take full responsibility for my mistake. I will gladly welcome you back into Divinity, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for my wrongdoings and mistreatments…"
"Of course," smiled Queen Jadess. "Thank you,"
The two shook hands. Queen Jadess turned to Wavianne, "You are a really bright angel, young one! In my opinion, you are the brightest there is,"
"Thank you," smiled Wavianne, "I'm just doing my job. I am a hero, after all!"
Queen Jadess nodded. She motioned to the Devil Gals and they all began to march back down the stairs and back to Hell. Wavianne and Divia looked around and found Emperion wrapping some bandages around Mudd's leg.
"Mudd!" cried Wavianne, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Mudd coughed, "I broke a few bones when the Sky Tower collapsed, but Emperion rescued me from the debris. I would've been dead if it wasn't for him. He saved my life."
"It was nothing," Emperion replied.
Wavianne smiled, "I'm sorry for what happened to you. I'm also sorry for the death and destruction of your village. I know how devastated you must feel right now…"
"It's fine," Emperion sighed, "We will manage."
Wavianne nodded, then turned to Divia, "So, how are we gonna get back to Divinity,"
Divia pointed to the wings, "I'm in a flying kind of mood right now,"
Wavianne smiled, "Right behind you!" Divia soared high in the sky, with Wavianne close behind. The other surviving Wingmen and Defenders flew up high with them and followed them into the clouds, where they returned home.
"Do not ask God the way to heaven; he will show you the hardest one."
-Stanislaus J. Lec (1909-1966)
It wasn't long before the Angel Consoul and the white angel community in general had a different look on black angels. As it turned out, Wavianne started a legacy. All future black angels from that point forward were now looked upon equally as white angels.
The Holy Damned survivors fled, along with many other conspirators. Stygia's body was never found, nor was the debris to the Hell Bringer, leaving some question as to what was to become of the Holy Damned in general.
Wavianne was inducted into the Angel Consoul, where her first act was to begin the reconstruction of the Sky Tower. All three areas from Halora offered to help in the reconstruction. The Wingmen, the Metrions, the Steelons, and the Devil Gals all pitched in and helped with the reconstruction. Also, the massive drought was finally over. I guess that was The Master's gift to the Metrion and the Steelons.
To this day, Wavianne still lies in her golden apple tree orchard and paints pictures. She paints of everything, but now she paints with abnormal colors. The Master taught her the values of perfect colors, and she would use them to the fullest. She also painted pictures of the Holy Damned and of Stygia, and what her truly divine hatred towards the world must look like.
Wavianne sat under her tree and looked around. Children waved to her as they walked by, laughing and playing in the bright sun. She smiled to herself and planted a golden apple in the ground…