Don't fuck with us

I was impaled on my own blade, my chest alive first with riving agony.

I was a thousand feet up; the mountain of my house where I had fought my brothers who still had flight was now my prison. They had taken my wings when they had found me, now I lay here trying to work the blade out of my chest plate, cursing all the angels of heaven by name.

What was my sin? What had I done to occur their wrath, the wrath of His hand? I twisted the blade, making a hole within my chest, I was not worried about mortality or a mortal death, if the killed me, I’d ascend to the place they had been trying to keep me out of. Perhaps I’d be a little hasty in pulling the blade out, knowing it was the only thing keeping me from the fall, but I would be damned if I spent eternity on the house I built waiting for the wind to waste me away, the apocalyptic fires to burn me or the pigeons to peck me.

I placed my foot against a strut of concrete, I now had a pretty stable balance against the wall, but the sword was still pinning me in place.
“Why do you never sleep o’ tortured one?” the Angel had placed herself silently in mid air in front of me.
I looked at her, my grin slowly rising, my hands reaching for my two sweet beautiful guns.
“This is going to hurt me more than it’ll hurt you” I said in between my gritted teeth
“Probably” I growled as an after thought.
I grabbed my guns, pulled them out of my cowboy holsters and swung them up in one motion.
“And If you must know, I’ll sleep when you’re dead!” the anger burned.

I kicked off the concrete post, sending me into a spiral around my impaled chest, the sword grinding my organs, my guns firing at the angel whilst I rotated, slowly and painfully the hole became large enough for me to pass the hilt through the hole, I kicked off the wall and jumped into the arms of the bullet ridden angel, slashing at his perfect face with my twin pistols all the way. As an after thought I wrenched the bloody sword from the concrete.

The angel used its magnificent strength to try and wrestle me off, but by now I had my claws in. we spun in the air, all the time me emptying guns into its face, the perfect look was out.

We hit the ground with a crater blast, concrete flew through the air.

It was coughing up blood, I put my blade through its chest, and it was starting to die slowly.

“How long was I up there?” I asked it, its dying words were always the truth
“Since the dawn of time, this land now has a new race upon it, they call it Mankind”
Let the fun begin, I thought was a satisfied smile.