Smiga

Evan Smiga Mr. Pflieger Fundamentals of Composition 18 November 2008 The Demonic Angel The angel exploded in a fit of rage, almost as though she had been locked up for quite some time. She acted as if she were a rabid tiger. The fumes wildly dispersed off of her jeweled horns. The ring on her middle finger glowed violently while releasing deadly radiation. She shared a secret with herself and the underworld. She was a demon disguised as an angel, and was commanded to spy on heaven so the underworld could attack it by surprise.

Her transformation from a demon to an angel had begun to reverse itself. She faced a dilemma. Demons cannot survive in heaven nor can angels survive in the underworld. The transformative powers of the ring were wearing off too early and she was returning to her true form. If she did not make it back into the underworld before her transformation completed, the oxygen in heaven would chew up her demonic skin; leaving her dead, filthy corpse to rot on the cold, hard ground.

Her inner demon was raging and irate. Her gown of an angel began to shrink and became skintight. The black demonic skin started to engulf her right arm, turning it from a phosphorus white to a midnight sky. Her beige, flat sandals shot out five-inch stilettos and turned pitch black. The straps grew long, feather like hair. Her demonic horns grew tall and lost all of their dangling jewels. Her true form was starting to emerge.

Her rage became worse and worse. In the hope of relinquishing her pain, she tried her hardest to yank off the transformation ring. She did not know what would happen if she took off the ring in an early stage, but she tried and tried to pull it off.

“It is too tough!” she screamed to herself. Although her fingers were scaly, frail and decrepit, she was not able to yank it off. She tried and tried, but she could not budge it an inch. She thrashed around like an eel on a hook.

Six-foot long wings shot out of the backside of her torso and she let out a great wail. Her wings fluttered spasmodically and launched her skeletal body high up in the air. They flapped uncontrollably. She had no control over her own wings. Suddenly, she dove towards the Earth at a high speed and plunged down into the underworld. She sat on its red, hot ground and let out a satisfying sigh of relief. The transformation was complete and she felt no discomfort.

Lucifer, the king of the underworld, approached the demon spy and asked in confusion, “Why have you returned so early to my beloved underworld?”

"One of the Garlords (a wizard of the underworld) must have blundered the transformation spell. Unfortunately, I was not able to spy on heaven as long as I wanted to, but I do bring back information,” responded the demon spy.

“Well speak! Tell me what news you bring for me and the underworld.”

“As I was in heaven, I traveled to its magnificent kingdom. Its gold plated gates were always open for anyone to venture inside the Garden of Eden, which is directly adjacent to the east tower of the kingdom. Behind the west tower is the Path of Philosophy. There, I saw many eminent and illustrious scholars conversing over new theories and scientific laws they recently developed. When the underworld attacks heaven, it would be best to wipe out the important and powerful people of heaven.”

“That seems like a good strategy to use. Well done on your observations. You will be a big help to the underworld in the next few weeks when we attack.”

Meanwhile, in heaven, a local peasant had observed the demon spy’s transformation and immediately reported it to the headmaster at the front desk in the kingdom. It was not the first time the underworld performed a spy operation that became corrupt while in heaven. God, the king of heaven, immediately called upon his army and warned them to constantly be aware to fight at any moment, for he knew the underworld was going to ambush heaven. Days passed and both armies planned for the battles.

On a cool, breezy morning, a guard protecting the kingdom of heaven saw black, demonic skinned people, dressed in red plated armor charging toward the kingdom. He ran inside the palace lobby and yelled at the top of his longs, “THE UNDERWORLD IS COMING! THE UNDERWORLD IS COMING!” Immediately, God and his army emerged from both sides of the kingdom. They were dressed from head to toe in their finest armor. Their helmets were silver and gold with many jewels lined across the top. All around their torso was a one-piece chest protector made of titanium for strength, and chromium for intimidating shine. 

Both armies clashed one hundred yards in front of heaven’s massive entrance gates. The underworld’s army had a stunned look upon their faces and realized their surprised ambush was lacking surprise. They fought until dawn and neither army was closing in on a victory. They reached a bloody stalemate and many casualties had occurred.

They continued to battle and spears went left and right. Suddenly, out of nowhere, it was as if a short, intense, burst of pride washed over heaven’s army. Its soldiers in the front lines ferociously ripped through the immense crowd of demons. They brutally impaled the hearts and sliced off the heads of the demon soldiers. The last few demons alive in battle cowered in fear and scurried away far off in the distance. Heaven let out a great wail and broke out in song over their profound victory. They were ecstatic, but at the same time solemn for those who had lost their lives while in battle.

While the remaining soldiers and God feasted in the dining room quarters to celebrate their victory, local peasants cleaned up the bloody bodies that laid in the entrance of the kingdom. A peasant came across a cold, stiff, pale face that he recognized from the previous two weeks. He realized he was looking down into the black beady eyes of what he considered the “Demonic Angel.” He stared into her twisted face and said one short word, “Karma.” (that was a really good i ending and i didn't expect it)