Leenas Dream

This is what happened. What happened as remembered by those who were present and lived to tell.
Those who survived the fury of Fear.

Around him, everything was ruined.
The body of his enemy shone, as if on his skin had landed millions of fireflies dancing in the dark.

He took an easy step. His eyes fixed on the celestial weapon wielded with force in the mans right hand. Strong, but with no bravery.
The sword was trembling in his fingers. He didn't know if it was fear or nervousness, or simply terror inspired by his presence. Maybe all of it.

The demon, his torso naked, defenseless, without any shield but his own hands. And yet he was calm.

He smiled. He seemed to expect his first move.
Another step. The angel strained. He looked into his eyes and noticed his insecurity.
One more. He raised his hands in surrender, but his expression revealed the desire to fight that seized him.

A sharp fang showed up between his lips when a fast and accurate blow disarmed the stunned angel before he had a chance to counterattack.
The face of the demon was drawn with a pride and victory expression. As fast as a breath, his right fist stuck in his enemy's chest, twisting his insides.

The angel could not restrain a cry of pain. Among death rattles, he tried to save himself from the inevitable, to unfold his inmaculate wings and fly away from the cruel fate awaiting for him. But Fear was not willingly letting him go.

He clenched his fist inside the angels chest, his eyes full of rage. And before the light of his soul leaked, floating in the darkness of the night, he peered out a cynical smile, and without regret, ripped off the heart of the celestial being with his bare hands.

His heart became translucid amongst his fingers, catching the last breath of life leaving the divine warrior he had in front of him.
He raised the jewel proudly, shouting his victory to the nocturnal breeze. The huge ruby ​​in which the stolen heart had turned into, glowed with intensity under the silver accusing rays of Mother Moon.

Blood still oozed through his fingers, sliding hot over his skin when, with a creepy smile, the demon hid his trophy between his tattered clothes and disappeared in the depths of the night.