???? - Subway
A train flew by, scattering the deserted newspapers scattered across the floor. And just as they flew, a figure flew through them, their limbs being utterly crushed and becoming one with a staircase.
"S-Sh-t!" A figure said, carrying a Glock 19. "We can't go down now! We barely made it until now!"
"Everybody, remain calm!"
Somewhere beneath the surface of Earth, an abandoned subway remained isolated by its makers. The lights remained dimly lit, and the trains never stopped by this place, always blasting by at full speed. It was truly a place where no human would want to go to, and that was the reason why a group of fallen angels had dropped by to take a break. They were a group of fugitives who were framed as criminals by an unknown target they aimed to kill and regain a life worth living in.
Unfortunately for them, something wanted them dead first.
Six fallen angels, all of them holding weapons, gathering magic, and reloading firearms, eyed their surroundings. They avoided the comrade that had just been killed by a single strike made by the unidentified opponent. With a swift turn, the man carrying the Glock looked at one of the subway's pillars.
For some reason, his vision became coated in red. And in an instant, his life ended.
"Oh, SH-T! He's over there!"
The man's head was wildly flying around the sky like an eagle wounded by a bullet, his body limply falling into the train tracks. Soon enough, the head had seemingly went through what appeared to be a fiery portal on a subway pillar, composed of an endless amount of fire.
Hellfire.
"T-That's demon magic, isn't it?" A dark-haired woman asked timidly, frightened out of her wits. She had been gathering water magic, and had hopes in stopping the unseen foe.
"...Keep an eye out," a gruff man wielding two scissor blades said, his eyes glowing yellow auras, as he moved to serve as a martyr for the female mage. "Or we might as well end up having no eyes at all."
They stood in silence, waiting for the worst to come.
Nothing came.
When the silence extended its duration, a voice spoke.
The voice was that of tranquil rage: a rage filled with distaste and rightful anger. The angels felt their hearts pound fearfully at how forcefully- how dangerously the voice spoke, its tone calm, collected, and filled with killing intent.
"Burn."
Suddenly, a pillar of fire burst from the ground, catching an unfortunate bowman off guard. In several seconds, his skin was burrned severely, and despite the water mage's attempts to cool down the utter force of the flames, nothing got rid of it. They were only able to watch in horror as the burnt mass of muscles and bones collapsed on the ground, most of his limbs turning into ashes.
"Gragh!"
The twin-bladed swordsman lunged toward a figure that had finally appeared nearby them. When he swung, however, the shadowed figure suddenly had a portal created nearby him. He then leapt into it, vanishing to thin air.
Soon enough, much to the remaining angels' fascination and absolute shock, the water mage had a portal open up in front of her stomach, having the shadowy warrior appear out of it. The portal closed, leaving the water mage completely unharmed, but traumatized. He tumbled over, avoiding several spells and bullets, before firing what appear to be a kunai at the twin-bladesman. The angel was hit and, as soon as he froze, the orange-clad warrior roared, dragging the man toward him forcefully as he took out a katana.
He brutally cut the man into six pieces.
"N-No!" The water mage cried, falling over in fear. Desperate in protecting each other, the remaining swordsman and a dark magic user charged toward the violent being.
"Take this!" The dark mage said, launching a mixture of anti-matter and dark-matter compressed into one ball of energy. It was sure to kill the demon in one shot, for his magic was capable of destroying some of the most powerful fighters around.
Much to his surprise, the warrior literally sliced the projectile in half, his blade now glowing the same, dark color the mage's magic had. Without a sound, the man swiftly dashed toward the dark mage before partially opening his face. The remaining swordsman raised his sword, wildly swinging his weapon in fear. His power was unrivaled by none so far.
And now it was.
The unknown fighter suddenly deflected the blow with his katana, stabbing the man's chin with his kunai. He then turned, swinging the swordsman around, before smashing him through one of the subway's support pillars. He destroyed another one, violently swinging the fallen angel around before smashing him on the wall. To ensure that he was dead, the warrior dragged his kunai connected to what appeared to be a rope, sending the exhausted swordsman's body toward him.
The man quietly stabbed his katana on the ground, letting the man who was still flying toward him land. As he slid across the ground, the swordsman was unfortunate enough to land in front of the katana's sharp edge. The fact that he continued to slide across the ground proved to be more tragic.
Frightened out of her wits, the water mage sent sharp rods of water at the warrior. The man simply plucked his katana off of the ground before slicing the floor, creating a wall of fire that protected him from the magic. The mage felt her mouth tremble, her eyes shaking, her hopes dwindling.
"How...?"
The shadow moved towards her.
"I just wanted to... start anew. With my family. Why...?"
The man put away his katana. She stumbled over, her power leaving her. Instead, fear replaced the courage she once had. This demon before her demanded fear, and she was obediently following his orders without a word.
"Stop..."
The warrior reached out, grabbing the blue-haired water mage's neck. Lifting her up in the air, the masked man dangerously seethed, his voice being that of a demented human's, echoing,
"What do you know of the Brightendales?"
The water mage barely croaked out, "I... do... n..o..t... k..n..o..w....."
His eyes scrunched up, anger present in his face. The sound of a train passing by screamed down the subway, newspapers flying past the two figures.
He suddenly began to head over to one of the tracks.
"The lord has no use of worthless angels roaming the Earth, anyway..."
"...!!! N-N..O! W.A..IT! PLEAS....E...!!!"
The orange-clad warrior simply walked up to the edge of the platform he was on, slowly telling the fallen angel,
"And vengeance shall be mine. I will do whatever it takes to get back at him: regardless of whether I need to take the lives of the innocent... and the guilty."
The girl wanted to scream, but alas, her voice had left her long before she had reached the tracks.
"So don't relax. And embrace your demise."
The masked man's grip on her neck tightened a little, his eyes shooting out flames, as he growled,
"Die."
The train mercilessly came by. Without any hesitation, the warrior threw her down into the tracks, letting the transportation mechanism unintentionally do its job.
And like the newspapers blindly flying around the empty subway, the figure vanished in a fiery blaze, leaving behind a mess of what was once a family of fallen angels.
