The Fight

Their feet touched the concrete floor at the same time, Blake untangling her thin arms from around Azrael's neck as he gently let her go.

One fleeting yet meaningful glance was all they shared before she turned around and stepped forward, her gaze trailing towards the humongous and expensive-looking frat house while Rick's hand slipped over her own, giving it a mild squeeze.

Her head immediately turned to the side before her large green eyes raised to find his own, efortlessly reading that look that only said one thing.

*We can do this.*

She gave but a small nod, her unlaced simple white chucks hitting the cream-coloured concrete at the same pace with Rick's black boots as they walked by the pool, taking determined steps closer and closer towards the house's glass doors.

Her heart started to pound as that certain memory of those same six bastards that she was now about to oblitherate flooded her mind, forcing her to reminisce they way they had mocked and tortured her.

Their stupid laughter chanted in her ears like a sickening song, accompanied by their violating touches and horrifying fake images they planted within her mind, forcing her to watch every single being she had ever loved get tortured and die in the worst possible ways, over and over again, until she could not take it anymore.

The two archangels quietly followed the two siblings from close behind, feeling the strong vibrations emitting from within the mansion with every release of power.

"They already know we're here," Azrael quietly said, his midnight gaze trained on those same glass doors.

"Good," Rick answered back with a determined tone. And not a moment after, he drove his fist through the floor-length glass as soon as they reached it, making it fall into pieces at their feet.

"Seriously?" Blake threw her brother a disapproving glance, earning herself a simple shrug in response. And after a light shake of her head they stepped over the threshold, the shattered glass crunching beneath their shoes.

Fearless and ready, the siblings walked further into the frat house, finally meeting The Sins.

Blake's stance faltered, feeling her breath hitch while Rick's features contorted into a sickened grimace as they watched in disbelief what was going on right before their very eyes.

Lucifer's essence constricted with raw pain and anger as well, as they watched the six bastards forcefully hold his child back, all trembling and naked as they kept drawing out Lust's monstruous power.

"No, stop! What are you doing to her?" Blake whimpered, feeling that anxiousness once again rising within her as she watched them touch and grope a seemingly unresponsive Daya in such sick and disgusting ways, all the while those scarlet waves of power kept releasing themselves from her bare body.

*Just like they did to her.*

"Care to join in, little flower?" Wrath sensually whispered as his fiery gaze trailed from his sister to her, completely ignoring the presence of the two archangels and her brother.

"Okay, playtime's over, you little shits," Rick growled as he easily ripped a wooden column from the staircase nearby, intending to use it as a makeshift bat as he stepped in front of his sister in a rather protective way.

Wrath only laughed in response at the sight of Rick's actions, not at all impressed.
He was still just a puny little human after all.

"You won't be laughing after I'm done with you," Rick warned, pointing his makeshift bat to Wrath's bare chest as he had detached himself from his sister's body to take a step in their direction.

"Oh, you truly believe you can fight us," He commented in realization with a tilt of his head.

"Well that's adorable," He smirked, raising one hand to flick his wrist.

Right away, a rather large group of brainwashed frat boys appeared, like a pack of wolves ready to pounce at their master's signal.

Seeing that, Erick rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck in preparation, a smirk stretching on his lips as the thrill of an oncoming fight coursed through his veins.

However, he didn't even get to throw a single punch as the moment Wrath signaled his hounds to attack, Azrael had them falling unconscious all over the floor like dead flies after a single snap of his fingers, making Wrath stare at him in vexation and disbelief.

"Man I swear that sometimes, you are no fun dude," Rick complained as he turned his head to give Azrael an exasperated look.

"Are you two done with the pissing contest?" Azrael crossed his arms, glancing between the two.

"Look, we can end this nicely if you just hand us over my daughter and crawl back to Hell and into The Box like the good little children you are, hmm?" Lucifer suggested with a forced smile as he stepped forward, his stormy grey eyes however blazing with unbridled anger as they kept darting to the other brats who were still holding his Daya smushed between their bodies.

"Uh, hard pass," Wrath quickly answered in an openly insolent way, giving his former keeper a stinky look before he turned around to walk back to his dear sister.

Blake watched the way Luc's stormy eyes immediately filled with hopelessness and hurt, the sight making her insides twist unpleasantly.
And with a heart filled with rage and hate, she yanked one of her chucks off and threw it at the back of Wrath's stupid head with all her might, the shoe hitting the back of the creature's head with a dull smack.

*Dickhead*.

"Did you just...throw a shoe at me?"

Wrath turned to stare at her in disbelief after a moment of pause, her green eyes staring right back into his with a determined look as she went as far as pulling off the other one as well and throw it at his face for emphasis.

Brows raised in an openly challenging way, she defiantly gazed at his dumbstruck features, watching how they slowly morphed into a murderous glower.

*Oh bring it on*, her face said as she kept staring at him, waiting for him to make his first move.

Yet before he could even touch a single strand of her hair, that piece of wood from the bannister smacked him hard across the head, the makeshift bat splitting in two as he flew several steps away, landing over the floor with a skid.

With a furious and monstruously distorted growl, Wrath rose back up to his feet and charged at Rick, only to have himself roughly grabbed by the neck, feet dangling in the air for a few seconds before Rick threw him away as if he weighted nothing.

Wrath's nostrils flared as he once again rose back up, his ember eyes flaming as he glowered at the four, something completely frightening glinting in those two burning orbs.
And this time, instead of going for another try, he calmly walked to his siblings, his palm raising in the air mere seconds before he produced a some sort of flaming dagger out of thin air.

And under the shocked stares of the two archangels and the two unconventional siblings he buried his fingers in his dear sister's blood-red curls, pulling her head back before swiftly dragging the blade across her throat.

"NO!" Blake's anguished cry bounced off the walls, her eyes rapidly filling with tears as she helplessly watched Daya fall on her knees with a vacant stare plastered all over her beautiful features before she lastly landed on the floor with a dull thud.

"Let there be chaos," Wrath growled under his breath as he stared at their shocked and equally desperate expressions with such a sick and sadistic satisfaction.