Hells Gate (Open)

[Just Before An Eclipse]

Aang spun her head around, to follow the b!tch, and muttered a curse. She summoned her scythes, trying to turn to face her. The bat demon couldn't stop a cry from emitting from her lips, when her body did not respond. Carefully she attempted to wiggle her toes without success, and the inability caused fear to course through her. Still, she barely hesitated, the fear instead giving her a more vicious side. She threw the scythes in her hands, then two more, determined to at least graze her. The littlest blood would make her trackable, either by scent or trail.

Once she lost sight of the girl, Aang's ears took over. The sensitive appendages listened carefully to the sounds of the forest. Without the wind to rustle the leaves, so move the branches, the woods seemed perfectly silent. But still, the sounds of people could be heard. The first was the still noisy guards searching for the b***h. And it was Aang's hope to help them. Then she heard a tree creak slightly, the faintest sound, under a unusual weight. She could not see which one it was. She did know the direction she was in, and had some idea how far away it was.

With more effort than she expected, Aang flapped her powerful wings, managing to take off. Immediately, she realized that she would not be able to fly either well nor for long. The weight of her legs seemed to be pulling her frail form down quickly. She sent out a sharp shriek, the high pitched tone carrying far. Though she doubted a bat was in the group who could understand the call, it was very likely that some one would come to investigate it. Soon, barely 4 meters, her wings gave out, and she fell the short distance to the ground. The impact was hard, and her legs took most of it. Normally, she could bend them, to decrease the force, but they were currently straight and rigid.

Almost instantly, there was a a loud crack that broke through the silence. Aang doubled over her torso's weight pulling her body to the ground. A searing pain was ripping through her legs, as if they themselves had shattered. Curling up as much as possible, she reached out tentatively touching her legs. It shocked her that they were very cold, and even had a bluish tinge to them. As surprising as the revelation was, it did help Aang understand what was happening. The girl had to be an ice demon, and she'd frozen her legs solid. And the bat demon doubted they would be fully usable again.

Trying to raise her head, she called towards the soldiers. "The rebel is here," She managed to make her voice loud and carry, but it was high pitched, and it took all of her effort to not go back into her bat demon language. "Follow my voice, towards the south!" It was a cruel thing for her to do. It was rumored that Lucifer himself dealt with rebels, and torturing them was his favorite pastime.

A large part of her not wanting to be caught like this by the army, she tried to create an elaborate illusion that showed her standing up, and walking towards the east. But the pain was too intense, and it flicked almost immediately, and then it disappeared. The only thing she could do was to desperately keep herself from giving into the pain. Already she was seeing stars, but unconcious, she had no way to stop the ice demon from labeling her as the rebel.  

[Just Before An Eclipse]

The pain coursing through her from her leg caused Aang to forget about her attacker and anything else. She could feel the blackness overtaking her but subconsciously, she desperately fought it. She had spent years surviving, and being passed out was the easiest way to die. Quickly, the agony pushed even that instinct from her mind and she allowed herself the peace unconsciousness would give her.  

[Just Before An Eclipse]

Sensation slowly seeped back into Aang's legs. And with feeling came the pain. Craps streaked through her legs, roughly yanking her from unconsciousness. A shriek erupted from her lips, and she tried to spring away from the nearby demon. It was a clumsy effort, which only brought more pain when she moved mere inches. Thought slowly bleed through pain and instinct as she gathered her surroundings. Realizing who was in front of her, she screeched curses at her in bat. Even though she sat practically useless on the ground, she summoned her scythes, unwilling to simply give in to the second death. Though only Lucifer knew for sure, it was believed that if you died in this Hell you were transferred to a world for only torture. You were supposed to float in nothingness and pain, having no concept of time or space. Yes, she was at least going to make this ice demon bleed before going there. Still she could barely even move her torso to dodge. Whenever she did, the fractured wing bone would shift.

Dammit, she felt like a newly dead. How naive could she have been? Relying on the soldiers to actually help. They were like Lucifer, only focusing on themselves. The only comfort was that they failed their mission, and the Dark Lord would make them suffer for it.

Amazingly, her days spent as a nun helped her frequently during fighting. She had learned to block out any wants and desires she had felt, and now she used that technique on the pain. Almost immediately, her fairly clear eyes locked on the girl, as she tried to look more dangerous than defiant. "What, you're running now?" The thought was absurd, but either way Aang felt like she needed to provoke her. If she left, Aang would not manage her revenge. The bat had accepted death no matter what; if the girl fled, then she would bring it upon herself. She was defenseless, and if some man came along she would not be able to stop his desires. It would be better.