Read Fatal Moon: Angels Axia :: In Remeberance

Bringing his spear down into the armor-plated skull of one of the wasps. Its helmet was knocked off by this, wings spread he beat it in the face. Moving back, he twirled and smashed his foot into its left eye. His foot had gotten stuck, green brain matter lodged between his toes. It let out a shriek, trying to snap at him with its mandibles. He brought his now broken spear down to slam into its mouth. His spear tilted, stabbing it through the head.

He snarled, yanking his foot out of its now crushed skull. He watched it fall with a blank look. Screams met his ears and he turned to see the camp in turmoil. Asta was fighting back two of the wasps at once. The rest of the angels were simply being picked off like rodents.

Raziel however was freaking out, Asta yelled after him, watching Raziel running with the bundles in his hands. The multicolor haired male made a mad dash for the beach and the water.

That’s a good idea. Maze thought this as he quickly flew down to pick up the giant wasp as large as half a tree trunk and hurl it at the two attacking Asta. They grew furious and shot up into the air with the swarm. That’s right, get angry… was Maze next line of thought as he shouted out to Asta. “Get a torch! Light the beach fires! Go now!” Maze began to throw rocks and dead angel corpses at the wasps to distract them. Nodding Asta got up and ran to the beach. He quickly gathered wood and lit several fires along the beach.

At the sight of this Maze shot off into the forest. The wasps followed and once they hit the beach, he closed his eyes and leaped over the flames of one fire. The wasps followed suit. Needless to say, the first few who caught fire on their legs were soon up in flames.

After only a second the rest of the swarm with them soon took light. Smoke rose in the air and Asta and Maze flew up to beat at each edge of the mass of wasps. They herded frantically, heading to corral them into the ocean. Blinded and burned, the shrieking creatures dove head first to their deaths. The two found Raziel huddled behind a rock. He was still shaking but Asta sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. “Lariel, get over here!” Asta called out to the second angel shaking in his own skin. Lariel walked over from hiding under the dead body of another angel

“Come on, let’s go home already, I’m exhausted, we need to clean up.” Asta said this as he leaned against Maze holding the bite wound in his side.

“We can only hope that Lord Brother Lucifer and the others made it to The Heaven safely…” Raziel piped up while following them.

“Yea and that he comes back in one piece. Who knows, maybe we’re all really screwed after all. Come, let’s got tend to the wounded.” Azrael spoke in a bitter whisper as the group disappeared into the forest. They headed back to the camp and gathered all the survivors. Some were missing eyes, a few had their arms ripped off. Maze frowned and Asta’s expression turned sour. They helped as many as they could with what little they had. Maze was setting the bones of one of the angels. A grizzly old angel whose hip had been shattered.

Asta walked over to sit next to him. They brushed up against one another in a comforting manner. “You’re tired.” Maze observed, he watched the way Asta slumped onto the ground. The way his usually nimble hands fumbled while he fixed his spear. The manner in which his back sagged forward and his shoulders drooped. The bags under his eyes and the burn marks on his arms. Maze reached his free hand over to stroke over Asta’s cheek. Asta looked at him with a smile that echoed exhaustion.

“Yea, I am tired, real tired Maze. The fucks bit me and it hurts really fucking bad. I bandaged it while I was helpin some brothers clean their wing wounds. I ran back and forth with one of them who got his eyeball popped out. Had to clean the socket out.” He gave a mirthless laugh. “Did you know one of them had been split down the middle? But he was still alive and all I could do was sit and watch him die. I’m hella tired and exhaustion is rippin into my very mind.” Asta said this quietly as he motioned a hand at the blood seeping through the bandages around his waist.

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Maze

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Maze nodded, leaning over to kiss his eyelids. “I know, get some sleep, I’ll look you over when I’m done here.” Asta groggily nodded, sleep washing into his body, he fell asleep not a second later. Maze sighed yet again and looked back his current patient.

“Let’s hope that Lucifer comes back fast…” the unofficial mediangel whispered this while digging the bone needle into the now whining smaller angel. The red-haired male had crossed his legs under himself as he sat. Maze reached over to place a warm hand on the upset angel. “Relax brother, I have to get the spines out of your leg before I fix it up. We don’t got anything to tie your leg together with so I’ll be using my own hair. Feel lucky.”

He didn’t look up as he continued. He worked slowly to dig the needles out of the angel’s leg. He’d gotten at least seven out but five remained. They were large and thick about the size of a finger and the thickness of three finger bones fused together. They had ripped apart the flesh upon impact, he saw enough when the wasps had attacked.

Spines could pierce through the skull like when he slashed his claws into a leaf and shredded it. He finally looked at the angel once the squirming became too much. “How do you even know all this stuff huh? An angel helping another angel goes against God’s laws you know that, why are you even trying to help me? Why are you and Asta helping all of us?” the angel, who Maze recognized by his silver eyes, was called Raphael. He was ranting and raving, complaining about being helped.

It was really starting to piss Maze off. He yanked the next spine out rather painfully and it was effective in shutting Raphael up. He carried on helping him until he had to knock him out when his whining grew nerve destroying. More complaints, More whining about why did he look so different from a real angel with his strange hair. He finally lost it when Raphael kept talking, waking up raving.

“You all are insane! You think that this is some game? God will destroy you for your sins! There is no defying God, and what revolution are you even talking about? You must be mad! The lot of you, Asta was always a bad egg and you right along with him! Lucifer has been gone so long I think we need a new leader capable of leading! Why did the others even lift him up to emperor status anyhow?”

Maze noticed Raphael did not stop to even breathe as he spoke.

“God is order, God is truth! God is our ruler! God knows all and what is best for us you know! God won’t stand for all this insanity, you with your odd behavior getting all close to Asta like that, placing your face to his like you do, it’s madness!” Maze felt his patience fly away like a crazed angel. He finally had had enough.

“Yes, let’s hope Lucifer comes back before you all drive me insane with the endless ranting and crying. It is not madness, if love is madness only then would I call it as such Raphael. I love Asta and a backed-up angel like yourself would never understand. I am a patient man. I am a kind and quiet man. I am a lot of things” He leaned in close, “But I will not tolerate stupidity for the sake of stupidity. Every angel heard Lucifer-ach’s plans and our plans for revolution. Every angel heard Asta’s speech as well! You just must be some massive idiot that does not know how to listen, fucking disgusting”

Maze turned away from Raphael, wiping his hands and standing up, he walked over to kneel next to Asta’s sleeping form. “You’re the only one whose complaints I don’t mind.” He kissed the top of Asta’s head and kissed his forehead as well. “Now, let’s see how bad this is…” As he slowly unwrapped the dark blue haired angel’s bandages his mind wandered. I can’t hope enough, that everything will be ok, that we will make it out of this alive. Every day God throws something worse at us, I do not know how long I can hold on this way. But I’ll be fine, we’ll be fine, together. Maze started to work on the wound, looking at it he gagged. It was large, spreading from Asta’s stomach to his hip.

The flesh was ragged and shredded into ribbons. The broken off pieces of wasp mandible wiggled inside the gaping hole. It looked like the bloody insides of a butchered rabbit that was still screaming even in death. He reached out to slowly pull the mandible pieces from the blood and viscera. He was far gentler with Asta’s injury than he had been Raphael's.

Maze decided then that he couldn’t stand Raphael. The angel acted like he couldn’t hear what the group was conversing about before the attack. He’d been there and Maze had made sure to gather every angel to talk about the revolutionary plans. He went to get water after a few minutes, coming back once flying over a stream.

He’d collected the water quickly, sighing while doing so. He sat down beside Asta and cleaned his wound with a piece of the robe he himself had made for protection from the sunlight. He hummed lightly, pulling a few strands of his own hair out to fit onto bone needles. Maze kissed the hair bracelets of deep blue that his beloved had gifted him with. Looking down at Asta with a soft gaze.

“No matter what happens, I am not going to let anything wrong befall you…” He kissed Asta’s forehead again before he started back to working on lovingly cleaning his deep wound. He was worried for all of them, worried for himself, but he would not show it. He had to keep up a brave face to make sure he helped them. To make sure everyone in his small group lived another day.

It would be difficult and he knew that there were many things he would have to give up in order to make it happen. But when it came down to it, he had no other way of getting through this. He had to remain strong, even though all he wanted to do most days was break down and cry.

Cry for the fact that so many of them had died, so many left to suffer alone, and what if it had all been for nothing? He would never be able to live with himself. But even then, even then, he would, because he had to. He had no choice but to put on a façade.

To adjust his mask of strength and keep moving, it was the way of the world. Eat or be eaten. He didn’t have time to cry. Sometimes when he was alone, he would find himself weeping, but as soon as he heard Asta around he would erase his tears. He had nothing to lose by taking such a path after all. He would not survive this existence if weakness trailed behind him.

He had to think about everyone else’s well being before his own. He would make sure that his own emotions never wavered, that he would never allow himself to fall into a state of despair. For in life, if you gave in to despair, you were as good as dead. There was nothing that was going to send him so far down. He would not let his own fear consume him. His thoughts were interrupted as Raphael yelled from his bedroll. “Come here and give me some a that pain herb mixture! I’m dyin over here!”

Maze sighed and stood up walking over he sat down next to Raphael and began to mix a few herbs together in his palm. He studied the other angel and noticed Raphael’s silver/red eye color and wondered if other angels could change their eye colors. Chuckling to himself he sat and listened to the other rant about oddness and insane angels with their crazy new ways of doing everything. Yea he thought solemnly I can’t let despair overtake me, not now, the others, even Raphael, need me. They all need me. Hurry back, Lucifer-ach, we are dying without you.

Sometime during the night, Asta had finally made a choice. It was a very important choice that he was not about to back away from. With his mind set and conviction in place, Asta got up “I have to go to Lucifer”

Maze frowned at him “but you are still wounded!” He walked over as Asta moved to walk to the weeks old pyre.

The brunette turned to his mate “I just have to” he then spread his wings and shot off into the clouds above.