Hamath held two glowing Roman whips and Abel twirled his swords expertly with eyes fixed on the imps that surrounded the truck. Jade simply stared ahead as she tapped the base of her weapon on the ground, causing sparks to fly about.
They had unfurled their glowing wings for the mission. Since their wings were tougher than metal, they acted as shields that blocked out the enemy and delivered jabs strong enough to send imps to the bottomless pits. Every part of them projected light.
At Hamath's command, they rushed forward, revealing themselves at the last minute. In a blur of light, Abel sliced through the small crowd of imps like hot knife across butter. They shrieked but remained in their position.
As Abel sliced away, he could hear Hamath's whip tear through the imps with loud snappy sounds. Sparks flew and tendrils of darkness floated about before disappearing in the spiritual air.
But the truck driver still had the blank stare on his face and he was getting dangerously closer to the saint's car.
Gritting his teeth, Abel forged ahead, moving his swords in a blur and tearing imps off his back deftly. It was as he reached the windshield that the trucker's eyes seemed to clear from it's haze.
Abel sighted Depression dart out of the man then disappear. The imp's abilities had been enhanced.
When the remaining imps saw their leader had fled, they began slinking into shadows. Abel didn't bother chasing them, he was more concerned about the truck that now seemed to have lost brake control.
*How can we truly appreciate light if we've never known darkness?
Margret was not as unimportant as she assumed. She mattered...a lot.
The light wanted her but the darkness already had it's claws sunk in, drowning her soul in a sea of depression and anger.
*Not really edited. May see a few mistakes while reading.
*None of the images used in this work are mine.