The Heaven's CoreMetatron sighed. Was it really the right thing? To just give up on this? How was he supposed to face Father after freeing-
CrackPain, nothing but a sharp, cruel feeling surrounded him for a moment. And then nothing. His vision was clouded in red, and he looked down and spoke with a dim feeling. "What?"
His heart had been gouged out by something. He couldn't see it. It was hard to make out its shape. Like numbers, concepts, drawings, words, songs.... none of them applied yet it was all of these at once. And suddenly it-
Snap. Crunch. Crack. Pop. Its spine ripped out of his body, bones were ground up and removed from the Angel, its eyes spun around until they were gouged from their root. Teeth cracked off, organs melted into nothing, and the thing spread about. Slowly. And its tendril kept growing larger, slipping into Metatron's chest until there was no flesh and bone, only skin to wear as a puppet.
It didn't feel. It didn't care. It only was. And it turned its attention to the other intruder.
WHO ARE
YOU
And all of a sudden, the world creaked a little inside Lucifer's head.
And it spoke.
WHAT A SAD FAILURE. I
GIVE A SHARD A LITTLE AUTHORITY, AND
NOTHING TO SHOW FOR IT.
THIS ISN'T EVEN AMUSING, DEAR LUCY.
The Eternal PunishmentMeanwhileSuddenly, a flock of ravens hurried all over, flapping their wings with erratic movements that caused the giant cocoon to flinch. Annoying, he swung his wings in an attempt to cleave them off, wielding his six great blades with impressive precision. But there were too many, and they were leaving no gap to see through. Its frustration and slight fear were showing.
And then, a massive vehicle pierced through the darkness, grazing it. And another, and another one, though he managed to block them, the hurling objects were strong enough to shatter stone like cannonballs.
But that was only a veil to hide their intent. The bullet launched straight into an eyeball, much to its surprise, and caused it to crack. But it didn't shatter.
Because it saw their intent, and right when they launched their offence his light shone to show them his own. From the darkness of the raven, just as the bullet landed, three beams swirled and crashed down, swiping around madly like tendrils to allow no escape.
SUddenly, for a second, a vision of warped red, and memories that should not be touched them. The red grip forced itself on everyone present for a moment.