Biblically Accurate Angel - High School DxD

Chapter 18

Authors note: I think this is one of my best chapters ever yet, granted there were few places in which grammar could improve but. still the best. 

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Moon rested on the riverbank after his training, his eyes slightly narrowed and wings drooping. and his feathers were also soaked in dirt and mud, while his body was covered in a layer of dust. Diminishing his otherwise pristine appearance as he sat. Meanwhile, behind him lay a battleground with massive holes with four-meter diameters or mounds of dirt created by the dirt in the hole.

Some trees surrounding the battleground-like place were ripped apart, some even burned to a crisp. With a wisp of smoke still lingering in the air above.

"HUKKKK" Beside him stood Katu with her face flushed red and veins pulsing on her face as she exerted herself to cast a spell grade above what she could currently cast. Slowly sparks started appearing right in front of her hand as she pushed every mana that she had into the spells. In turn, the number of sparks that appeared increased, but not every effort was rewarded as the spell failed. Instantly all the spark disappeared, and Katu fell backward on her butt.

Thud

"Huff, huff, Sir Moon, will I ever be capable of shooting lasers huff like you?" Between breaths, she asked.

Moon, who became better after a few minutes of rest, replied. "If you try hard enough, yes, you will," he answered. Believing that she should be capable of it in a few years, though if she had asked if she could grow to be as strong as him, he would have answered might, instead of will. Since not every monster has equal potential or talent, and among the monsters, goblins have one of the lowest levels of talent.

But thankfully, Kale has one of the highest talents in magic art among goblins, and Katu, her daughter inherited that very talent. Granted, her talent is a bit inferior to Kale. But her talent is still on the level of a super genius among goblins.

"Let's finish up, since it is getting late."

Katu nodded at him as she got up. "Ok, I am also getting hungry for some Pyke." 

"You really love Pyke, huh?" 

Katu crossed her arms as she huffed with a blared nose, "Of course, Pyke is the best food to ever exist" She said, while Moon just looked on impassively. After which he blinked really slowly before going towards the village to escort Katu back.

Along the way, Katu explained everything that happened to her for the past week. The topics she talked about ranged from mundane things such as what she ate to important things such as the conflicts that she saw in the city. With most of them being orc or lizardman-testing minks. Which he thought to be stupid since Thunder Rabbit, the strongest being in the city, though weakened and dying, was still alive. So if they started testing the mink clan before he fell, he might just go crazy and attack other clans right before he weakened even further. The strongest being in the city who was once an ultimate being attacking with the will to die is not something to be taken lightly.

No matter how weak he has become—though he has likely grown significantly weaker—he is still probably at the late stage of high class. While that may not sound particularly strong, he was once an ultimate-class being, possessing experience and knowledge unmatched in the city. If he pushes himself, he might even be able to unleash the strength he had at his peak for just a minute or two.

"In the end, they are still beasts who are driven by their instinct more than logic, no matter if they can talk and think for themselves." Moon thought to himself as he escorted Katu.

After escorting Katu, he flew back to his cave and started resting. His body, which had become quite stiff and rigid after his training, slowly relaxed as his holy energy regenerated. The light that he unconsciously emits slowly started coming back as dirt and mud that found their place on him started evaporating. Restoring him back to his usual appearance. 

When the sun was about to set, he opened his eyes and flew out of the cave. His wings sent gusts of wind every time he flapped as he flew north, towards the place where the mink messenger had informed that orcs would be transporting ore.

Along the way, his mind wandered a bit towards what happened in the two weeks.

After about a week from that day when Kale proposed the plan, they met up again and agreed on the trade. And he was there when it happened for obvious reasons, like making sure he didn't lie. The trade they agreed on was for Kale and Moon to provide eight potions a week and for Moon to help them three times. And yesterday a messenger from the mink clan sent Kale a message and requested that Moon destroy a caravan of orcs.

And from the information that Moon received, the caravan would have only one peak mid-class and five normal mid-class beings along with twenty or so low-class beings. All the middle-class beings, along with most of the low-class, are orcs, while the other low-class beings are other monsters.

Also, they requested that they would like their spy, a low-class orc, to be spared. However, they did say that they won't blame him if he kills him.

While he was musing, he arrived at his destination. And he saw his target. 

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"March Faster!" Orc with a scar that ran down his whole face yelled while clutching his war axe. He was built akin to a tank with limbs akin to a trunk of a tree and a torso akin to a brick wall.

And in response to his shout, other orcs who were slowing down because of the long march sped up. Their boots no longer dragged on the ground as they started marching faster, throwing a bit more dust behind them in the process.

From beside him, an orc with glasses approached while carrying a book in one hand and a hammer in the other. "Captain, with the rate we are going, we should be able to reach the city in the morning."

The scarred orc, who is named Scar, grunted at him in confirmation before walking up to the caravan. His sharp eyes surveyed for a bit before going in to take a bit of a breather. Only for the orc, who wore glasses, to bellow in a loud voice. "SOMETHING IS ATTACKING!" His shout reached every being in Cavaren before an explosion akin to Drake's breath killed him. While also sending scorching hot smoke to the surroundings.

BOOM

Scar's face tightened into a frown as he put his hand in front of his face as he blocked the scorching smoke while trying to make out where the enemy had attacked them. His yellow eyes, which glowed in the darkness akin to an ember, looked around warily.

And through the small opening of the smoke, he saw the being who attacked him, it was a monster with a body as an eye and pristine white wings. It had a pupil in the shape of a cross along with chains around the pupil. And between the smoke, he saw the pupil glow.

"What the hell is that thing?" He muttered under his breath before bellowing out to his subordinates. "FROM THE SKY, YOU FOOLS, SPREAD OUT, ALL BOWMAN SHOOT THAT THING DOWN."

His subordinates, who were a bit in disarray with their tight formation loosening, instantly spread out while looking out to the sky. Meanwhile, the bowmen drew their bows while aiming towards the sky.

But fortunately or unfortunately, most of the bowmen's vision was blocked by smoke and only some bowmen who were on top of the cavern shot toward the monster in the sky.

The monster, upon seeing the bowman and the arrows that they were about to release, fired those strange beam-like things at them.

The beam was mostly yellow with a hint of gold, and it was extremely fast to the point the bowman did not have enough time to escape after releasing the arrow. Instantly the bowman was also blown up along with the top part of the caravan where they stood.

Meanwhile, the arrow that they released shot towards the monster who, as if in mock to their effort, effortlessly dodged their arrow while also manifesting tendrils of energy that shot towards the orc warriors.

"Damn," Scar cursed as he saw this happen. "YOU FUCKING BEAST, COME AT ME!" he bellowed while grabbing a big rock beside him and throwing it towards the beast. The beast, without turning its head, just grabbed the big rock that he threw using the yellow tendrils that it manifested and returned it to him with speed even faster than him.

Scar, upon seeing it, dodged to the left while still clutching his war axe. A low growl escaped from his mouth as he got up his eyes narrowed even further and jaw clenched tighter.

After which he ran to one of the tendrils and swung his axe towards it.

SWISH

His axe gleamed under the sun as it cut through the air and cut the tendril. Unfortunately, even though his axe almost fully cut the tendril, the small part that wasn't cut remained, and the tendril rapidly generated back.

Just a second later, he heard the sound of an explosion along with cries of orcs, who were hit along with it.

AAAAAAAA

IT BURNS.

GRG GRG

In their deep and heavy voice, they screamed. The cries of his subordinates irritated him as it made warriors of the orc tribe look like the rest, who always wailed and screamed for the slightest of injuries. He turned around, took a deep breath, and shouted "FOCUS, BASTARDS...." 

But midway through, he stopped as he saw something that would scar him for life if he ever lived the tale.

Scar had seen death before. He had seen warriors fall, had heard the last breaths of his comrades, had watched the light drain from their eyes. But this—this was different.

Their souls were being devoured.

He saw them—faces twisted in agony, mouths open in silent screams. Their bodies had long since turned to ash, but their spirits still fought, still reached for him.

"Captain, save me!"

A voice—Bernard's voice—echoed through the battlefield. Scar turned, his breath caught in his throat as he watched Bernard's soul, a faint flickering silhouette, dragged into the monster's feather while a multitude of light hands materialized from the wing and embraced him, then dragged him.

For the first time in years, Scar felt fear.

Real, gut-wrenching fear.

His hand tightened around his war axe as he turned around and shouted at his subordinate. "GRAB IT'S TENDRILS" He bellowed in his deep, husky voice which became shaky and weaker while also running towards one of the tendrils and grabbing it.

The orc warriors, upon hearing their captain, started running towards the tendrils and one by one grabbed it.

Scar then bellowed in his husky voice. "PULL!" he yelled, his voice vibrating through the clearing as he pulled.

The orc warriors also pulled with all their strength. Their veins pulsed, their legs dug trenches into the ground, and their face turned red as they pulled with all they had.

The monster started retracting the energy that made up the tendril as it also sent a blast of energy toward them. But the beast in the sky did not dematerialize the tendrils fast enough as the orc managed to pull them into the ground.

Boom

The monster hit the ground akin to a boulder falling from the sky, sending waves of dust through the surroundings.

"NOW ATTACK!" Scar bellowed, akin to a howl, as he drove head first towards the monster, his war axe clutched in both hands as he ran.

The other orc warriors, hearing him, also followed after him. Their war cry vibrated through the forest as they marched on. The ground under their feet gave in before their legs as they ran. Their muscle was akin to steel gleaming in the last ray of sunlight as they dug headfirst into the smoke.

When about half of the orcs entered the smoke, the orcs who were rushing towards the smoke saw their brethren sent flying backward and the smoke clearing. And then they saw it: the monster had grown an additional pristine white wing, and the wing that was previously there changed. Now there was another pair of eyes on the wing that was previously there. And on the new wing, there was a white orb in the middle of the wing.

Scar, the only one who managed to dodge the shockwave-like attack, stood there with bloodied hands.

"T̶̨̡̬̫̲͈̣̤̩͋͗̽̈́͂̔̈̌̽̾̈̃̉̂͒͝ḣ̵̡̢̡̩̪̬̝͙̙̫̜̲̟̰̘̗͌͑́̿͠͝ͅa̶̡̙͍̫̮͔̻̳̺̞͕̮̭̣͕̻̾̉̉n̵̡̡͍̙̥̰͚̖̋̄͌̌͐͋̎̚͜k̷̨̪͚̝͈̣͈̲̫̻̹̭͋̊͜͜ ̵̛̣͔̮͓̐͌̚ỳ̸̹̱̗̫̬̫̦̖̮͎̤̰̤̍̒͛̔͒̂̍̄̀̂͐̇͝o̶̫͍̻͚͐͋͑̕͜͠͝ứ̴̧̧̤̪̳̳͓̤̪̞̺͓͕͊," the monster said for the first time the battle began. The words that the monster spoke were akin to hundreds of beings saying the same thing at the same time in different languages. It sounded eldritch and for some reason calm.

Those words that the monster spoke were painful to hear and even harder to understand, but he understood its meaning. The beast, who attacked them, the beast who killed his brethren and brothers was thanking him.

"DON'T MESS WITH ME, YOU ABOABOMINATION." he bellowed as he hurled his fist toward the beast with every ounce of strength he could muster, straight towards it's eye.

Ding

Crack

The moment his knuckles made contact, a sickening crack echoed through the air. Agonizing pain shot up his arm as his bones gave way under the sheer impact. His flesh tore open, and shards of splintered bone jutted out from his mangled hand, blood splattering across the battlefield. 

"UAAAAA" he screamed as he retreated while clutching his hand. "WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU?" he screamed.

The monster didn't answer his question instead, it opened its wings even wider and manifested even thicker tendrils. All while staring right at his face, no, to his soul.

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Scar lay the ground on his back as he gazed at the beast as it flew towards his last subordinate, who was also much like him, at a death's door.

His body was riddled with injuries ranging from a broken hand to missing left leg and left arm. The parts of his body also weren't without their fair share of bruises and cuts.

"Gurgl Gurgl " The orc warrior who the beast was killing dies and the beast turns to him.

The monster's golden pupil, which was in the shape of a cross, bore down on him as the being approached closer.

"What kind of monster are you?" he asked using the last of his strength. But despite mustering everything he had, it came out as husky and weak.

The monster stopped in its tracks upon hearing the question. Its two pairs of wings flapped gently as the being's gaze bore down on him.

"I̶ ̶a̵m̶ ̵a̵n̶ ̴a̸n̷g̸e̴l̴" The being said as it resumed flying closer to him

"An Angel?" Scar mockingly uttered as he gazed at the monster, no, an abomination. "If angels were beings like you, there would have been no need for the underworld nor the devils"

"G̵o̵d̴ ̵n̸e̶v̶e̷r̸ ̴i̷n̵t̸e̷n̷d̷e̸d̸ ̸t̵o̵ ̵c̵r̶e̵a̵t̶e̵ ̷d̵e̸v̷i̴l̶ ̸n̴o̴r̷ ̴u̴n̷d̴e̴r̷w̷o̶r̴l̷d̷ ̶i̴n̴ ̵t̵h̵e̷ ̶f̴i̶r̸s̷t̸ ̶p̵l̴a̵c̸e̴.̶" the abominated said before manifesting a yellow spear. "B̷e̷c̴a̴u̵s̸e̶,̶ ̷a̶n̷g̷e̷l̴s̵ ̶a̷l̵o̸n̴e̴ ̸w̵a̴s̷ ̶e̴n̸o̴u̶g̷h̴t̶".

The abomination who claimed to be an angel said before the spear dug right through his head, ending his life. No, he did not end it as his soul lived on in the abomination's body, forever in constant torture and pain.