Short story – Where Angels Dare To Tread

A short story I wrote today. More of a snippet story really.

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Adarel trembled. His wings shook. He was weak. Too weak.

He raises his head and looked above. “Almighty One, I pray, grant me Your grace.”

The demonlord circled him. “He will not hear. He was abandoned you, angel. You remained faithful to Him, and he abandons you. That is His way. But it is not too late; the Prince of Darkness is merciful – join us.”

Adarel used his sword to push himself off the ground. “I will forever stay true to the Almighty God.”

The demon threw back his head and laughed. “If all of those that are His faithful are as weak as you, than I know not why the Dragon should not assault and take the Heavens by force.” His red eyes glowed with an eldritch light. Hate and lust shone from them.

A gentle breeze blew over Adarel, and he felt strength flow into him as if it were a soothing stream.

“You can never win. Even against one as weak as I.”

The demon hoisted his great axe aloft. “Yet I have already defeated you. You have tread where you should not have. There are no Believers here to give you strength with their prayers. This is our land, a land consumed in darkness. You will fall here, Faithful of the Most High.”

“You will be banished into outer darkness for all eternity, here, Fallen of the Dragon.”

The demonlord roared in anger and leaped forward, his wings flaring, rushing down upon the lone angelic warrior.

But Adarel was no longer weak.

The demon was wrong.

There were Believers. And they were praying.

His sword glowed with holy light as he deflected the first blow of the new assault.

“I have tread where none should have.” He pressed forward, turning his defense into assault. “For you can never see all, as the Almighty sees.”

The demon howled in pain as Adarel’s sword cut into the flesh of his leg.

“I have tread where no angel dares, for there are Believers here. And I have brought them Word from He who sits on the Throne.”

The fallen threw himself forward attacking with all his might, desperate. But the prayers of the righteous had strengthened Adarel. The grace of the Most High guided him. He would deliver his message to the Beloved Bride, and this demon could not stop the Will of the Father from being carried out.

He raises his voice and praised the Father as he delivered the final blow.

“I am a Messenger of the Almighty God, and I shall tread where no other dares.”

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Trance

okay.. so I got this random picture in my head earlier today of this dungeon cell filled with people.. among them a young boy, and a younger girl… and this is what happened.


Trance leaned against the dungeon wall and closed his eyes. Three months, five days. He thought. He wasn’t sure how long it had been anymore. It could be six months for all he actually knew.
The door creaked open and one of the jailers stepped in. The room full of prisoners tensed. Who would they take today?
The jailer looked around, and as his eyes fell on a small quivering finger he grinned. “You. Girl. Come.” He beckoned to the little girl.
Her eyes grew large and she started to whimper. “No, please. No… don’t hurt me.”
The jailer just smiled his evil smile and stepped forward.
Trance looked at the little girl. She reminded him of his baby sister. He rocked forward onto his feet and pushed off from the wall. He stepped between the two.
“Don’t take her.”
The jailer’s eyes narrowed.
“Get out of the way.”
The other prisoners tried to melt into the walls. This wasn’t going to end well.
“You can’t have her.”
The girl stepped behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning into him for protection.
He glanced down at her. As if he could protect her. He was only fifteen himself.
“Take me instead.”
The jailer stared at him. Then shrugged. “No one has ever done that before. Interesting, I suppose.” He gave a gruff shout and two guards entered the cell. “Take these two up.” He pointed at Trance and the girl.
Trance stiffened. The girl whimpered.
He placed his arm around her and squeezed as the guards herded them out. “It’ll be all right. Don’t be afraid.”
Her soft eyes looked at him, a small spark of hope beginning to burn in them. He prayed he hadn’t just lied to her.