The Fallen part II Page 2

  “For luck big guy.” She smiled at him as she pulled off the robe revealing the taut body of the champion. She patted his butt as he walked past, right before he raised his muscular arms to the roar of the adorning crowd.

  A scantily clad feminine angel approached Lucifer with a tall cool Ambrosia.

  “Your usual sir.” She bowed her pretty head in his presence.

  He smiled at the irony. Everyone was treating him and Dagon like royalty, yet all he wanted was his old life back. He lifted the drink in an effort to get lost in its effects. He sat at one of the tall tables with a good view of the ring, while Dagon was being escorted to the fight by two of the seductive bar maids. Dagon on the other hand seemed to be adjusting well to the life on the Dark side.

  A band began blaring music in the corner as a prelude to the fight. Beings were clamoring as wagers were being exchanged all over the dimly lit room.

  The singer of the band recognizing Lucifer in the house stopped the music to point him out.

  “Hey everybody, give a warm Isis’ Dark Side Bar welcome to the Supreme Being. Lucifer.” While all eyes turned in Lucifer’s direction, the singer added. “Hey, you’re the best musician in here, why don’t you come up and give us one?”

  The crowd acknowledged Lucifer with a rousing applause. But he waved off the offer of taking the stage and returned to his drink, happy to be alone.

  The drone of the room had been sufficient cover for an old being to sneak to Lucifer’s table. Lucifer’s eyes widened, he didn’t like surprises.

  “Lucifer…” Moloch stated his greeting as he set his drink across from the Dark Lord’s. He didn’t ask; he took a seat.

  “Who are you? And Why do I feel like we’ve met?”

  “Names are so overrated here. Is it important?”

  Lucifer looked around the crowded bar. The fight was getting ready to start the noise between the buzz of the fight and the blare of the band was adequate to keep conversations private.

  “Look I remember you, your face. You were the slave I freed right before I stabbed Chronis in the heart.”

  “That’s right, that was me.”

  “You have a familiar feel, but I get that a lot around here. Why should I trust you? You obviously were a criminal before the rebellion. That makes me wonder about you?”

  “Because I know you, I know what you’ll do.”

  Lucifer glared at him, he didn’t like to be manipulated. Moloch wore a twisted smile as he addressed Lucifer’s suspicions.

  “I can steal your Ambrosia.”

  Lucifer’s eyebrows rose. No one was faster than he.

  Moloch slapped his left hand down hard toward the table Lucifer caught it in mid-air with a smile. He didn’t notice Moloch take his drink with his right.

  Moloch raised Lucifer’s glass and took a long sip.

  “It’s a pity you weren’t allowed to be finished.”

  Lucifer gazed in wonderment at the old angel that had just bested him.

  “What do you want old timer?” He sat back and marveled at the aged god drinking his brew.

  “Earth…”

  “Who?”

  “It’s not a who, it’s a what.”

  “What is it?”

  “The place we redeem ourselves…”

  The roar of the crowd drowned out their conversation as the fight started.

  Dagon was in the ring with a bruiser named Mot, not an intelligent angel, obviously. Dagon was undefeated in over a hundred bouts and the crowd figured that Mot was just number hundred whatever.

  The crowd was on its feet because Dagon was slow getting out of his corner on account of his interest in a certain bar maid. It had cost him dearly. Mot had taken the momentary lapse in Dagon’s attention to throw a series of headshots nearly knocking the massive Archangel nearly out of the ring.

  Dagon rolled to the mat defensively and scooted away from the well-planned attack. Mot followed undeterred by Dagon’s sudden defensive evasive motions. He got in several good kicks before Dagon reached the far pylon. Using it to help himself up off the canvas.

  Lucifer stood up from his stool, his friend was in danger. Moloch sat silent as if he knew the inevitable outcome and was perturbed at Lucifer’s sudden caring for his friend over their business.

  Mot was still pummeling Dagon, but the champ had his back to the assailant covering his face. Mot was using a series of jabs to try to coax Dagon out of his cover.

  Mot felt in control he had the champ against the ropes. He was waiting and ready for that one opening he was sure was coming. Dagon had to be weakening by this point.

  Dagon feigned falling; Mot swung for where he thought Dagon’s head was going to be. But it disappeared as soon as he let loose. Dagon righted himself as Mot’s swing went flying into the air, spinning Mot harmlessly around.

  The challenger’s eyes were wide, fully anticipating the pain in that split-second before Dagon’s blow. The slaughter had now become a fight.

  Dagon’s blow not a strong one from his awkward position was effective enough to push Mot off him and into the center of the ring.

  Lucifer sat back in his chair. Dagon was back into the fight.

  Moloch still with a disinterested look; watched Lucifer with a certain amount of disappointment.

  “Don’t be so emotional about the outcome of a match.” He admonished.

  Lucifer glared at him and with a single word he shut him up.

  “Chronis.” The name sent shivers down Moloch’s spine.

  Dagon’s face was cut and bloody, but his eyes smiled through their swelling having his victim in his sights.

  Mot swung for all he was worth at the righted giant. It bounced off the steady behemoth.

  Dagon took a jab with his left that Mot struggled to block, but his actions left him wide open for Dagon’s right hook that caught Mot across the chin spinning his head around and his body following lifelessly to the canvas.

  The crowd fell silent with the sudden attack that appeared fatal.

  Dagon felt sick he had hit him so hard.

  Mot was unmoving. His corner raced into the ring as Dagon meandered over peering over their shoulders. The crowd was silent in anticipation, until Mot began rolling on the mat. That’s when the nervous applause began to rise. Mostly it was for the victim’s survival more than for Dagon’s victory.

  The band returned to playing as they began dragging Mot’s semi-conscious body from the ring. Dagon followed behind feeling very apologetic. He had never come so close to losing and never swung with such voracity that it scared him. The crowd noise increased with the music and the screams of the bettors.

  Moloch gave Lucifer an angry stare; he didn’t like the ‘Chronis’ comment.

  Lucifer was unmoved by the old god’s threat.

  “Do really think you can pull that same stunt twice?” Lucifer admonished him as he accepted another Ambrosia from his favorite waitress.

  Moloch thought better of his attitude, Lucifer was a learning machine. He had made him that way.

  “No…”

  “OK, tell me about your Earth…”

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