Professor Layton and the Angel's Prophecy

An Inferno Affair

"I expect nothing less from a gentleman such as yourself, Professor."

Grinning, he followed her through the doorway until they were amongst the fray. It was good to find a reason to smile in times of distress, if only to avoid the inevitable struggle afterwards, or to offer a beacon of hope with which to cling to in times where darkness threatened to swallow all. Clive followed, a grim expression plastered on his face. Grosky noticed it, that touch of rage that Chelmey had warned him about before he took this case. Maybe it meant nothing, but the Chief Inspector would keep an eye on the lad nonetheless.

Following them in, Grosky pushed through to the front. They were now in the main living area, furniture upturned, glass fragments casting a jagged hue across everything. Unlike the control room they were in before, these windows weren't now met with the ground. Grosky found the largest window that had the least amount of glass stalactites and he karate chopped any remaining pieces. As agents began to pour out, Grosky remained behind once more to keep an eye from the rear. Once more he watched as Hershel helped Flora out and noticed the same dark expression on Clive.

Now they were out, they were met by a most unpleasant sight. They had crashed in a large courtyard, and the tip of the Bostonius had destroyed half of the fountain. Chunks of mortar lay everywhere and small fires littered the landscape. But none of that was the worrying sight. No, standing proudly before them, five Angels, Cassiel in the centre.

Futher behind, Sofia and her family could be seen. Martin had his arm around his wife, and Sofia held her toddler tight. The wide-eyed boy looked a sorry state and his face was red from crying, as were his parents'. Hershel took this all in, frowning deeply.

Cassiel took a few steps forward, triumphant grin on his face. The other Angels all wore white, demonic masks, yet Cassiel no longer felt the need to hide his identity.

"Greetings, crew of the Bostonius. I hope you had a pleasant landing. I heard the final stretch of your journey was rather... tumultuous."

Glares met Cassiel's taunt, but the Chief Inspector was the first to respond.

"Costillos Monriel, you are under arrest for murder, attempted murder, conspiracy and a whole list of crimes that are too numerous to list." Already, Grosky was strutting towards the head Angel, handcuffs ready.

"You're going to arrest me?" Cassiel laughed, gesturing at himself as though he were incapable of being touched or addressed in such a way. A display of overwhelming confidence. "You just survived a crash landing. By all means you should be dead, or at the very least severely dazed. And you have the nerve to arrest me. You do know who is in control here, don't you?"

Grosky ignored this latest wave of jests, and kept his steady pace. In a few steps, he would be face to face with the man. Before that could happen, Cassiel raised an arm. Clenching his fist, the remaining Angels approached, machine guns at the ready. The Chief Inspector froze then, and Cassiel broke out in hysterics.

"That sure put you in your place. I mean, it was hopeless from the beginning, but still you were stubborn. Oh well, now it ends."

A crowd had started to gather around the sight. Concerned citizens with frenzied eyes cast alight by the fires before them were compelled to rush forward until they saw the Angels. The guns. Some ran, but most stayed, captivated by the display before them. Some of the citizens recognised Hershel and a few others and called out to them. The Professor remained grim-faced and ignored them, keeping his attention wholly on Cassiel. Out of the corner of his eye, he also kept sights on Flora and Clive, ensuring they were always by his side.

"Take me!" Hershel cried, putting a defiant foot forward. His arms stretched out to push Flora and Clive back. "Take me and leave everyone else. You have who you came for." He spoke with little energy, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Take me and be done with it."