Fire Series: 6 - Flight of the Fire Angel
As orbs of fire kept shooting down, I took to the air with a fury I was certain I have never felt. “Heaven” no longer seemed appropriate; hell made the sky its new home. Thick ropes of dazzling flame replaced the clouds and bustled like a sea of dragons against an even more endless ruby.
But my forbidden form was not to be beaten.
My body became one with a mystical kind of fire. I had the wings of an angel but I raged like an inferno. Limitless energy surged through me; I knew I have just gotten invincible – perfect for this concluding battle with fate. I transformed into my own fortress.
All that went my way in mid-air shattered to pieces. A single wave of my hand unleashed an invisible projectile packed with the force of ten missiles. Everything else simply went through my body and disintegrated even before they have completely passed.
The ground below shook mightily, spewing molten lava. I realized that it will not take long for everything beneath to dissolve. I was trapped; I had to stay in flight.
It was a task easier said than done. The power I have harnessed has inevitably started becoming difficult to control. I displayed ferocity on the outside but struggled deep within. I didn’t have to be told that time was running out until I got consumed by it.
An average person would not have lasted, let alone behold the awesome event. It was perhaps the greatest depiction of the end of days: an angelic figure with the wrath of hell itself battling its way through the firestorm.
I felt a pang of sadness upon remembering where I was. This is how much life seemed to hate me… I need to fight even my own subconscious to survive and continue evolving.
It was time. I closed my eyes and prepared for one last great effort.
Now! Opening my eyes, I let my body explode with concentrated beams of flame in every direction. The world felt like it stopped.
My path was finally cleared. I made haste without blinking on a one way flight to the mountains ahead.
