Fiction » Angels and Demons	1. Tobias Rulbetti2. The Power3. Alexandra Kif4. Guilt5. The Meeting6. James Kif7. Revenge
Elly Greene • PG • Published: 6th January 2008 • Updated: 6th January 2008
Tobias crouched in his cave. Fresh blood was coming soon. In fact it should have been here by this time. He was beginning to worry about John. He should have been here by now. Maybe John wasn't fast enough. Tobias shuddered at the thought that somebody could be faster than John, even if he was a half-blood. Glancing down at the tracking system in his hand, Tobias sighed with relief. John was on his way after all. Luckily, the little half-blood managed not to get caught. This was good news. He'd have to reward him afterwards. Speed wasn't Tobias' strong point. Not yet anyway. This should change after the fresh blood comes. This is one that he wouldn't waste experimenting on. This one was useful. Donning his gloves, Tobias made his way to his special spot. His hunting spot as he referred to it. He remembered when he found this cave, not so long ago. His group were running from the enemy, and tried to hide here. The damn enemy had found them, but something happened that day. Their powers seemed to be amplified here, whilst their enemy's seemed to be dampened. This was a good place. Very good indeed. Three of them had managed to take out six of the enemy without losing a single man. This place reeked with destiny. His destiny. He would raise above the stereotype. He would become who he had always truly wanted to be. But before he could do that he had to do some pretty disagreeable things. This was against his nature, but it was a war after all. A war he was born in. A war that had been raging for generations. A war that would never stop. That was, unless Tobias had something to do about it. The tracking system started vibrating. He turned it off. Now was time to grasp at his destiny. He knew this wouldn't be last of it. This wouldn't even get close. At least he didn't kill the enemy, unlike the others. He had compassion in that sense. But if it wasn't for this damn war that nobody could even remember what they were fighting about, then he wouldn't have to do this. “Albit no yori manrani. I ask for forgiveness for what I am about to do.” Tobias muttered as he stood. The angel was near. He could feel it. Sense it. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. John ran past, winked at Tobias, and continued running. Tobias followed him with his eyes until he got out of site. That half-blood was god damn fast. Tobias then heard the footsteps. From his hiding spot he saw the figure wearing pure white pants, and no shirt. This was the one that Tobias wanted. “Where are you, you half-blood? I'm gonna catch you, then I'm gonna have demon for dinner! I think I've deserved it after chasing you for the better part of an hour! And maybe I just might be able to enhance my speed from you, you sniveling coward!” the angel yelled. Tobias stepped out from his hunting spot. “Looking for someone?” “What... Where... Who are you?” “You looked shocked. Surely you should've realised that this was a trap. Why on earth would a half-blood whose specialty is speed allow himself to be seen by an angel? And why would he try to hide in a cave, instead of running somewhere else. Seriously, I thought you guys had more intelligence, or are you an exception for your race? “As for who I am, my name is Tobias Rulbetti, son of the great Mark Rulbetti. I am a Demon, Class 2. And you are Samson Duragar, son of a nobody. You are an Angel, Class 1. Your power is speed. Or should I say that it will soon be my power.” “You sick Demon. You and you're kind will pay for what you have done to us!” Samson spat at Tobias' feet. “Funny, the difference in opinion. We, the demons, find your use of propaganda to convince the masses of humans that we are trying to save, that we are in fact evil monsters that come from the abyss. We are feared by those that meet us. You are now revered. But yet, in your eyes we are evil. How so?” “For one, you trapped me, and you are threatening to steal my power.” “Aye, but that is just one demon. What about the one that you were chasing, intent on killing and using his power for your own benefit. What did he do to wrong you? Was he in the wrong place at the wrong time, or are you just a sick racist-” “He is a Demon, even if he is only a half-blood. As an Angel it is my duty to rid the world of evil. That evil being you.” Samson cut in. Tobias grinned. This guy was very ignorant. Very ignorant indeed. He might even be branching on pure stupidity. This so called Angel was almost as stupid as a human. Almost. “Wipe that grin off your face, or I'll wipe it off for you.” “Nice bluff, but sadly you couldn't get close enough to try it, before I knocked you out and stole your powers.” “Now whose the one who is bluffing?” the Angel smirked. “Class 2 demons cannot use telekinesis.” Tobias laughed. This kid was clearly stupid. Tobias surveyed him. The Angel was quite tall, taller than Tobias, and he had the tell-tale signs of his race. His hair was black at the roots then turned to a bleached white at the tips. He was skinny, but muscle-bound. His clean shaven facial features were perfect, not one single blemish, not one single thing wrong. He had sparkling ice blue eyes that sent shivers down Tobias' spine. He looked around 18 or 19, but with Angels it was hard to tell. To Tobias they all looked the same anyway. So perfect that it was ugly. But he suspected that the human women wouldn't think so. Luckily for them though, Angels looked down on humans, and treated them as servants almost. After all, who is going to argue with an Angel, when all of the religious texts rights how holy and righteous they are. Damn load of propaganda. They were just pure snobs. That's it. “There is more than one way to kill a man.” “I am no man. I am an Angel.” “Angel or man, you both die. You are no better than them. And now you will join the ranks of Angels that have lost their powers. I'm sick of talking. You have two options. One, you give me your power, or two I beat you to a pulp and take your power. Either way you leave here a human. Choose now.” “I choose neither. I choose to kill you.” Samson said as he ran for Tobias. “Thought so.” said Tobias. Samson missed. He was sure he should have hit the demon, but he just wasn't there. He saw movement on his left side, but it was too late to stop him. His jaw shattered as Tobias punched him. Samson staggered back. “You're gonna have to better than that to stop me.” Tobias said. “You... you... you are a blinker?” “Aye. Now will you give up? I really don't wanna hurt you.” “Never.” Samson drew his power to him. He summoned all that he had. He had to stop this monster. His race depended on it. He took it all, so there would be no reserve left for him. A white aura flickered around him. His pupils in his eyes dimished, leaving just pure white. It was a frightening site. He punched faster than he had ever punched before. It was useless. Tobias had blinked behind him before he even finished the punch. He staggered forward as he was thrown off balance. A deafening pain exploded at the back of his head. He fell to the floor. He rolled over, trying to get up. Tobias stood over him, smirking. Samson would do anything to rid the man of his smirk. There was nothing worse in the world then a demon with a smirk. The Demon wasn't much of an intimidating sight. Standing at just six foot, he had unruly brown locks of hair. His face was rough, but at least it was shaved. He had kind features. He didn't look like a killer. He didn't look like the demon he was. He didn't have the traditional grey eyes, instead he had strange green eyes. Dark green eyes. Wisdom shone in his eyes. It looked as it he knew too much. Samson would never let such a monster get his power. The only way to prevent that was to die, though. A smile shone on Samson's face. He had a plan. This was one power that demon wasn't getting his hands on. He prepared himself for death. He would make this man kill him. This would be a hard man to crack, but Samson was sure he could make him angry. “You mus-” Before Samson could even talk to make his plan work, Tobias had kicked him in the ribs. Hard. He heard a sickening crack as the boot came down again. “I'm not inexperienced at this, you know, Sam. In fact, you'd be my tenth power. After you, I'll be considered a Class 3 demon. Doesn't that make you proud Sam, being a part of my legacy? Oh, I know your plan. You are going to try to make me angry so I'll lose control and kill you. Well, that's not gonna happen if you can't talk now is it?” Tobias kicked the man in the ribs for the third time. He hated what he was doing. He hated what he said. He prayed that the man would lose consciousness soon so he could get this over and done with. Whilst he admired fighters, he was annoyed that he couldn't just finish this with minimum fuss. They always had to try to sacrifice them for the greater good of their kind. They were all idiots though. They didn't even think that it might be smarter to sacrifice their power and get out of the cave alive so that they can warn others not to enter the cave. They all seemed to commit suicide after he threw them out of the caves. Damn idiots. Samson groaned again. He couldn't put up with this much longer. If only he was higher than a class 1. Then he'd put a trap on his powers to kill the one who tried to extract them. But that was a class 20 power. The highest class there was. He would never reach that now. He had two options. Die or lose his powers. He tried to choose death but he couldn't. He would get his way in the end. There was no way he was living a life among common humans. They weren't worthy to be around even Fallen Angels. With a groan Samson finally fell unconsciousness. Tobias rolled him over on his back and peeled off his right glove. He then got to work. “Anluck Espon Diond Mor!” Tobias chanted as he thrust his flat hand into Samson's stomach, finger's first. The skin parted, but no blood came out. He'd have to be careful now, not to kill Samson. He didn't want to lose him now, not after all of John's hard work. As he continued to chant, the white aura left Samson, and traveled up Tobias' arm, like a snake, twisting and writing it's way up and into his chest. His pupil expanded and filled his whole eye, leaving a void. His hair writhed around like it was being blown in the wind. His clothes ruffled in the same manner. When the white aura had left Samson, Tobias stopped chanting and fell to the ground beside Samson. It was always like this when he absorbed a new power. It would take him around six hours sleep to be right again. He took out his phone and sent a text to John. John would take him to his bed. With that out of his mind, Tobias let exhaustion take him.
Review	1. Tobias Rulbetti2. The Power3. Alexandra Kif4. Guilt5. The Meeting6. James Kif7. Revenge