The next morning Aislinn woke up to someone holding a knife to her throat. She decided she would let this set the tone for the day. When she opened her eyes she found the rest of the Hellions in similar situations, and she groaned when she saw their captors.
"Long time no see bitch." Gabriel snarled in her ear, she was pinned against his armored chest. The Archangels, that's exactly who she didn't want to deal with right now. But she knew this wasn't the sort of thing she could just ask for a raincheck on. No, they would actually have to deal with the self righteous bastards.
"I see daddy finally lets you use the big boy words, how's Mr. High'n'Mighty doing these days?" the knife dug a little harder into her neck.
"Nice to see you haven't changed Aisly." she just rolled her eyes at the nickname. She elbowed Gabriel in the spot on his side where she knew his armor didn't protect him, then as quickly as a blade she twisted using his moment off balance to move her hand in between the blade and her neck before he remembered to slice. He did, it was a slippery motion, clumsy because of his loss of balance. She gripped the blade as it sliced leaving a trail of blood but she blocked out the pain and grabbed the dagger, managing to loosen his grip and before he could blink she had him pinned to the ground. Snickers from some of the Hellions and even a few from the angels sounded at that. Gabriel just grinned up at her as she angeled the dagger at his throat.
"Nice to see you're just as rusty as always," she looked him up and down, noting the armor and sheathed swords, "though that might be your apparel." Gabriel snorted
"You try fighting in 20 lbs of armor and see how well you do."
"Why would I, I clearly don't need it." Gabriel chuckled, giving a pointed look at the slice dripping blood from her hand and staining the dagger. She pressed the dagger against his throat, with a bit more pressure than necessary and he gave a huff of laughter, rolling his eyes before giving a motion, all of the angels released the witch they had disabled. In turn the witches immediately grabbed daggers of their own and disabled the angels. In moments all the archangels were pinned against trees, rocks, or the ground. Aislinn smirked.
"A guy tries to show a gesture of good faith and-"
"If holding a knife to my throat is a gesture of good faith I would love to know what you think a gesture of bad faith is."
"I think they leave those to us." Morrigan answered with a terrifying smirk from where she stood behind a now kneeling Micheal who currently had one of Morrigan's daggers angled to cut his throat and another angled to pierce through his heart.
"What were we supposed to do? Set up camp and wait quietly for you girls to wake up?" From the other side of the clearing Tanith grumbled,
"That would have been kinda nice actually, I would've appreciated that."
"We'll remember that for next time." Raphael drawled flatley from where he lay pinned to the ground by Tanith's boot, and the dagger she dug into the back of his neck. From the yelp that Raphael emitted a few seconds later Aislinn guessed Tanith had given him a good kick for that little comment. A few of the Hellions chuckled at that and when Aislinn looked back to Gabriel he was clearly not taking this seriously, he almost never was, not really. He had always been a bit more rebellious than their little God wanted, he'd never really taken bring them in seriously, not in the centuries he and his cabal of "angels" had been tasked with the job. Nonetheless she and the rest of the Hellions didn't like taking those sorts of chances, or at least not this early in the morning.
"Explain to me why we shouldn't kill you right here pretty boy." she drawled flatly. Gabriel batted his lashes
"I'm flattered Ais but-"
"Spare us the bullshit today Gabe, its early, we just woke up, and none of us are really in a merciful mood, especially not with the way you woke us up, so If I would you-"
"Because…" he seemed to pause and think about his answer. She pushed the blade a little harder against his throat. "Ok, ok, you should spare us because…" she pushed a little harder, "Because," a grin spread across his face as if he was remembering an especially interesting rumor, "I know what you did last night." Shit, they knew about them contacting the Goddess.
When the war had ended one of the rules was that the goddess's connection to the human world would be connected to the moon, thus making her powerless on the night of new moons. This was supposed to be counterbalanced with The God being connected to the sun but there were far more angels than there were witches in the Hellions so The god often just used his servants to ministrate his power. But because he was limited in the amount of direct contact he had with the world he made sure his angels cracked down on The Goddess having no connection to the earth during the new moon. Aislinn supposed he saw it as unfair.
Quick as an asp she released the angel and flew to her broom. It was redwood, hand carved, she'd carved markings into the staff when she'd first made it, tied the bristles with molten iron too. But more recently Cybil had created an enchantment to better use and store their brooms. Now the bristles were iron threads sharp enough to cut, and with a certain flicking motion they morphed to form the end of a fighting staff, making their brooms usable short staffs. The handle and the rest of the staff was also laced with iron engravings and detailing, a beautiful deadly weapon. Taking her cue the rest of her coven swiftly shoved down their angels and were soon in the air, racing -not just the angels that would eventually start following them- but the wind itself.
The wind wiped sharply through her loose hair and it was exhilarating, the speed, the biting air and more than anything the song. It ran through their blood, their bones, the song of the wind, if whistled and howled and sung in her ears. Beside her, Tanith had her head tipped back, arms flung out wide and she was letting out a cry of pure ecstasy that Aislinn found herself echoing. A laugh escaped Liesel on her other side and all of them could feel it, that joy that came with riding on the wind. They called them evil, but how could evil feel this good, no this, this was wicked. Wicked and beautiful and right, it felt so right, this wind in her veins this song that raced through her thundering heart. Nothing was better than this. Nothing.