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Zahra & Ilham

It was pride that turned angels into devils

Amid a storm of whipping wind and furiously lashing limbs, the painted man she’d called to drove forward  in a barrage of vigour and with eyes agape, wounded with confusion and budding ire, she witnessed his valiant attempt to force back the shadows. Ahead, the billowy, flimsy figure of the wolf, surely divine, snapped and snarled with savage intent, trying in vain to secure a hold on his renegade wraiths. 

Though confronting and inexplicably natured, the Rift was beginning to make a little more sense - it was a pattern, a sequence of events linked to the blatant destruction of four gods, many seasons ago. Even Zahra, in her isolated burrow in the depths of the old dark forest, had not been spared the gruesome reality of each battle. 

Perhaps the shadows were receding, slithering back like wounded serpents through the air; maybe they were regrouping…

The vision of the grey had all but dissipated, and Zero, Bird, their beloved faces were torn and savaged by the angry wind animated with each bursting movement. In a way, even though she knew the truth - understood their falseness - the golden bellied girl pined terribly to see them reform; her only friends in the world. As the stroke of her wing slowed its feverish pace, she took a second to glance down and witness the combined effort of all that had gathered. 

Still the god, the wolf, stood at the centre of the writhing, twisting shadows; still their crimson eyes wink and glowered in mad united rage, and Zahra wondered broodingly what it all meant - what the pillar of sunlight had meant that had illuminated the tigress on the rocks in the sea. 

As golden eyes surveyed the scene available through the swirling mists, the apparition of her mother redoubled, lunging forward with demonic grace to seize the branch that had once belonged to the one-winged mare. The spider-girl balked fearfully, pulling back midair with fleshly slowness (the likes of which could hardly mimic the speed of the immortal), but those ravenous fingers rob the charm of beauty and a trail of oozing fog follows her harried movements. 

"DA!?" she screamed suddenly, turning to find the freshly reformed  (from death), body of her father spiralling rapidly to earth with only wing flapping wildly, vainly, uselessly. Zahra plunged down behind him, tears streaking her distraught expression, yelling desperately for help as she called forth a cloud of humming insects - locusts - to perhaps ease the rate of his headlong descent. "SOMEONE!" Her frayed voice filled the air begging for help, "please! Anyone, he can’t fly!"  

She was going to lose him again...

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(the epicness xD I have permission to PP Eleos as Angel won't be back within the week, and this was too awesome to waste. He is falling to earth and she is calling for help)