My Angel Girl

Ere'ana's hands trembled as she knelt beside Kikidori's broken body. The golden light of her powers poured out, surrounding him like a radiant cocoon. Her tears mixed with the blood-soaked ground as she concentrated, her voice trembling with whispered prayers.

"Stay with me, Kiki," she murmured, her voice cracking. "I'm not losing you. Not now."

The golden light intensified, seeping into Kikidori's wounds, knitting his torn flesh back together. His body jerked, and his eyes shot open, glowing faintly with a violet hue.

"Damn it," Kikidori groaned, his voice raspy. "You bastard. I was trying to be free again."

Ere'ana's tears of relief turned to frustration as she glared at him. "I just revived you, and that's the first thing you say?"

Kikidori sighed, sitting up slowly. "Fine. Thanks, I guess." He rubbed the back of his neck, wincing at the lingering pain.

Ere'ana sat back on her heels, wiping her tears away. She tried to steady her voice but couldn't help the emotion that bled through. "I love you, Kiki."

Kikidori scowled, turning his head away. "Shut up," he muttered, though his tone lacked its usual venom.

Ere'ana tilted her head, a small, knowing smile creeping onto her face. "You don't mean that."

Kikidori didn't respond. Instead, he stood, dusting himself off. His wings unfurled behind him, the blackened feathers still tinged with streaks of violet from his recent ordeal.

"The war's over," he said flatly, avoiding her gaze. "I should head back."

Ere'ana's smile faltered, but she nodded. "Be safe."

Without another word, Kikidori spread his wings and took off, leaving the battlefield behind.

When Kikidori landed in Hell, the air felt... different. The fiery skies that once seemed oppressive now felt eerily still. The demons who usually lurked in every shadow were nowhere to be seen.

As he walked through the molten halls of Hell's core, he was greeted by a council of demons. They were older, their forms more monstrous, with faces etched with ancient malice.

"Kikidori," one of them hissed, their voice reverberating through the chamber. "You killed Lucifer."

Kikidori folded his arms, his expression unimpressed. "Yeah, and? He was trying to kill me."

Another demon growled, slamming their clawed hand onto the table before them. "Lucifer was our king! Without him, Hell is in chaos. You've thrown everything into disarray!"

Kikidori rolled his eyes. "Sounds like a you problem."

The demons snarled, their anger bubbling over. "By the authority of Hell, you are hereby banished! You're no longer welcome in this realm!"

Kikidori raised an eyebrow. "You're kicking me out? For what, saving my own life?"

The lead demon pointed a gnarled finger at him. "You're a traitor. Leave, or we'll make you leave."

Kikidori smirked, spreading his arms mockingly. "I'd like to see you try."

The demons lunged at him, but Kikidori was faster. He shot upward, his wings propelling him out of the fiery depths of Hell and into the vast nothingness of space.

Floating in the cold expanse, Kikidori let out a long sigh. "Great. Banished from Hell. Like I needed another place to be rejected from."

He looked around, the stars glittering faintly in the distance. He wasn't going to Earth—that "shit hole," as he liked to call it—so he had to come up with something else.

As he floated, an idea began to form in his mind.

"What if... I made my own place?" he muttered to himself.

His hands crackled with dark energy as he focused his power. Slowly, an island began to take shape in the void. The ground was jagged and blackened, with rivers of lava snaking through it. Flames danced across its surface, casting an eerie glow.

Kikidori landed on the newly formed island, surveying his work. "Not bad," he muttered, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Welcome to Flame Island."

Satisfied, he sat on the edge of a jagged cliff, looking out into the void. This would be his domain now—a place for those who didn't quite belong in Hell or Earth.

Meanwhile, in Heaven, Ere'ana paced her room, her mind racing. She had heard whispers of Kikidori's banishment, and she couldn't help but worry.

"What are you up to now, Kiki?" she whispered to herself.

Her heart ached at the thought of him being alone in the void. But she knew she couldn't leave Heaven just to see him. Not yet, anyway.

Back on Flame Island, Kikidori lounged on a throne made of obsidian and flames. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it suited him. He leaned back, tapping his fingers against the armrest.

"So, I'm a god now, huh?" he mused. "Not that I care."

He closed his eyes, trying to relax, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Ere'ana. He could still see her tear-streaked face as she revived him. Her words echoed in his mind: I love you, Kiki.

"Damn it," he muttered, rubbing his temples.

He stood, his wings unfurling as he looked out over his new domain. "Fine. Let's see what kind of mess I can make here."

With that, Kikidori set off to explore Flame Island, his mind buzzing with possibilities.

The end of Chapter 17.