Claimers: They belong to me. Don't take them.
Title: Soundgarden own the song, not me. Old cd, still good though.
 
Psalm 28:4
 
"Repay them for their deeds and for their evil work; repay them for what their hands have done and bring back upon them what they deserve."
 
Discord's POV
 
LaOC XIX - I Fell On Black Days
 
I make my way to Elle's office.
I need to check out this challenge stuff.
Heaven's ruled by paperwork; who'd have guessed, huh?
 
'Discord. Going to visit your lover to see if she can save you?'
 
I don't even have to turn round, 'cause I know her voice.
 
'Jude.'
 
Then she's in front of me, with that smirk plastered all over her face.
I'm going to enjoy wiping that look away with my fist.
 
'Elle's busy talking to some real Angels. Might want to leave your tryst for another time.'
 
My hands ball up, but I hold myself back from slamming her one in the face.
I don't know how, but I do.
 
'Some real Angels? Right, can see why you weren't invited then, Jude.'
 
She laughs, but I caught that flash in her eyes.
I saw it, that little weakness.
You want to play with Discord?
Watch out, I might break you.
 
'I'm looking forward to bringing order back to the ranks when I become commander. It'll be like the old days, before Elle gave the job to a half-breed.'
 
I can feel my temples start to throb.
That deep down anger that starts at your toes, and ends up flaming all over you.
It sparks you up like a match in a spray of gasoline.
 
'When did you lose it, Jude?'
 
She looks at me, thrown because I haven't punched her.
Thinks she's got someone like me pegged.
I'm not as stupid as I act.
I've learnt quick up here.
 
So I start playing.
 
One; always start slow.
 
'Your faith. When did you lose it, Jude?'
 
'The day she tainted the bloodline with mongrels like you. You think I'm the only one who hates the impurity you bring? Can you feel their eyes on you when you walk down the halls? They're looking at you because you're not like us. You're not pure. You're one small step up from the humans.'
 
Two; hit them where it hurts.
 
I hold myself back, I do, because I got a strike of my own.
An old school hit.
 
'Did you feel it in your heart when you fell from her grace? Did you feel her leave you, Jude? She doesn't trust you, you know that don't you? You've got the wings, girl, but you don't have the soul.'
 
She steps up to me quickly, our bodies almost touching.
Didn't like that, did you?
I got more than a few inches on her though.
Bet she hates having to look up to me.
 
'Did you feel it in your heart when she was fucking Lucy? We all know, Discord, well, those that matter do. None of your kind. Thing is, at least Lucy was a pure Angel once.'
 
I can see them together, Lucy and Elle, like I could when Elle told me about...
It all comes flooding back, dripping over me, weighing me down.
Every muscle in me starts to tense up, and I can't hold it back.
If I can't pound on Lucy, then I'll take the next best thing; her.
 
I slam a knee into her ribs, and she doubles over.
Yeah, didn't expect that, did you?
Then I jam an elbow into her back and send her to the ground.
 
She rolls out my way, quickly, getting a good ten feet of space between us.
Doesn't shut that fuckin' mouth of hers up though.
 
'Bet she wasn't thinking of you when she had the Devil's fingers...'
 
Three; When you hit them where it hurts, make sure it's hard.
 
I run at her, slamming us into the glass doors of reception.
We pile through them, sending glass all over the place.
I hear a scream as we struggle on the floor; probably Sam.
 
I'm on her, and I start punching her so hard I feel a knuckle break.
 
Did you feel it in your heart when she was fucking Lucy?
 
I keep hearing it in my head as I smash her face in.
 
Did you feel it in your heart when she was fucking Lucy?
 
I get an elbow in the ribs, knocking the air out of me.
She bucks me off and I land to her side.
Fuck knows where she gets her strength from, I must have pounded it out of her by now.
I feel a kick to the same place, shifting my ribs some more.
 
She gets on me, hands on my shoulders.
Then, as I'm about to crack her in the skull, she puts a finger on my lips, softly.
And it stops me, 'cause, you know, it's fuckin' weird!
In the middle of a fight, doing that?
 
She bends down to me, and whispers in my ear.
 
'You know it was Lucy who left Elle, don't you? I might have fallen from grace, but I can climb back up. You'll always be second best; half-breed.'
 
She flips off me, and walks away.
I lay there for a second.
I can sort of hear the commotion round me, but...
 
Lucy left Elle?
 
I get up, sweeping the glass off me.
I feel some of it digging in my palms, but I don't care.
 
The hits I took hurt, but not as much as her saying that.
I'm second best?
But I thought... no, see, Elle left Lucy, not the... it wasn't like that!
Jude's lying, she is, she's fuckin' lying!
 
But it starts hurting, right inside me.
I look up to try and stop from crying like a spaz in front of everyone.
 
Then a hand on my shoulder, turning me round.
 
 
 
And it's the last person I want to see; Elle.