Leeuw & Enoch: The Rogue Angel vs The King of Wrath

“GET AWAY FROM HER!”

My eyes shot open; I recognized that voice. “No! It can’t be possible!” I thought, immediately turning to face my mother, with a bright golden sword in her hands. Enoch paused briefly before a cloying smirk crossed his face, swiping me aside like yesterday’s garbage, and rising back to his feet. Slowly, he approached, step after step, coming face to face with the woman he once called love: Queen Leeuw Archangel.

“What is the meaning of this, Leeuw…? I told you before, you couldn’t stop this if you tried.” Enoch crossed his arms, chuckling to himself. Leeuw, however, had no such expressions of joy or elation. She just stood there, unflinching, unbothered, and blocking Enoch’s path from me. Despite her silent avarice, her actions said it all: “If you want my daughter, you’ll have to kill me.”

“M-Mother?” I looked up through my pain, like I was witnessing a guardian angel descending to the earth itself, bearing good news…Little did I realize that she had given me her word ages ago, and I had never noticed: Leeuw turned to look down at me for a brief moment and gave a small, delicate smile, waving at me exactly as she had before. Once I realized her true intentions, I was in tears - pain and despair washed over me, and I desperately reached up, hoping to pull her back. Maybe I would have said we should run. Maybe I would have suggested her taking Archfiend from me. What could I do…but watch?

“Oh? Nothing to say to your enamoring husband? Heh, you should be on sickly, begging knees. And Ruby Garnet...those were the weapons you used to overcome my might moons ago, yes? Hmph, I must admit, it’s admirable seeing this nostalgic display of strength from you—all things considered.”

“You never deserved her…”

Enoch’s brow rose, “What was that?” he murmured.

“I said ‘You never deserved her…’ Hell, neither of us did…For years, I was always aware of your true intentions with Lilim…but I…I never spoke up; I foolishly clung to the memory of the man I loved. I stuffed my better judgment with my feelings, I turned a blind eye to the many obvious affairs you had during my pregnancy, I prayed day-in and day-out that I was a fool to ever doubt you, so that we could be a family, and a royal priesthood to Archangelkind!... But I don’t see my Enoch anymore. I only see the Ikari - the so-called 'King of Wrath.' A common tyrant, abusing my little miracle…For that, you will die.”

Enoch’s grin suddenly softened, not to a frown, but a scowl, “Is that right...? And what gives you the authority to decide THAT!?” Immediately after finishing his declaration, he leapt forth with only his bare hands as weapons, but my mother parried his fist with her shield, dancing to his backside before thrusting her sword through his back. Connection was made, but the archangel king tanked it and kicked Leeuw away after plucking her sword out, only slightly wincing from the pain.

“Is that your best?!” exclaimed Enoch, "You've fallen far from the Rogue Angel that I made my wife, Leeuw!! TOO FAR!!"

But Leeuw remained resolute, summoning a light arrow and launching it–no, a barrage of them, all trained on Enoch’s position. Enoch tried to deflect them all, and for the most part, he did, but many still grazed him and kept him bound to the spot he stood at, surrounded in a sea of azure flames that eventually spread to the entire hall like a forest fire. Not wasting a second, a set of jet-black wings shot from Leeuw’s back with a simple breath, and she took off - faster than any comet I had ever seen - retrieving her sword and rapidly eating into Enoch with blow after blow. My mother landed on her feet and leapt towards the tyrannical kingdom, and allowed herself to spin in midair, flailing her sword in the process; my father attempted to counter, taking each and every hit - his mana flaring up into a flame of raw unbridled rage, but Leeuw finished her onslaught by kicking the king’s face. Leeuw kicked at him again, this time, however, being stopped by Enoch’s fist, meeting her foot in a head-on collision; their clash generated winds with enough force to rupture the foundation of the halls - chunks of rock and mangled furniture scattering about. Watching from behind a stray piece of rubble, I could only gasp in awe, “She’s so amazing…”

“GRK!!! A-Ahk!! Ack!!”

I was careless then... I forgot about mother’s condition; she had been sickly for years now, only growing worse with each passing day. And after being reminded by the sound of her cough…I could only watch as my father began turning the tables against her. Surging forth with a set of wings much like hers, following this new, almost beastly strength, he landed a decisive blow to Leeuw’s stomach, crippling her further. Leeuw stood her ground, shield raised, sword gleaming in the fractured light. Enoch advanced with deliberate steps, each one echoing like a war drum. She struck first—shield driving forward, sword cutting low—but Enoch slid aside, parrying the blade with the flat of his hand before twisting his body in close. A crushing hook slammed into her ribs, the force vibrating through the steel of her armor.

She absorbed the blow, pivoting to slash upward toward his jaw. Enoch caught the sword mid-swing, his fingers curling around the edge without flinching, and wrenched it from her grasp. Leeuw instantly retaliated, bashing him with her shield. The impact rang out, staggering him half a step—but his grin returned.

“Better,” he murmured.

He seized the shield by its rim and tore it from her arm, tossing it aside like a child discarding a toy. Before she could recover, his palm shot forward, striking her chest and sending her sliding back across the ground. Leeuw rolled to her feet, charging barehanded, fists a blur. But Enoch weaved through the strikes, each miss leaving her more open until a sharp backhand caught her across the face, snapping her head to the side. The Archangel King pressed in, striking her with a barrage—knee to the gut, elbow to the temple, a spinning kick that sent her sprawling. She hit the ground hard, blood on her lip, vision hazy.

“Your strength is nothing without the will to crush your enemy,” he said coldly.

Leeuw’s expression shifted from stoic to stressed, to finally weak and flailing…Father planned this for years; he planned to make Leeuw into his perfect example in front of me. But the battle never ceased; the abuse never ceased. The more battered and ripped to shreds my mother got, the more my father intentionally dragged her suffering out, cackling triumphantly the entire time. I just covered my eyes, shuddering to myself after every impact, every tremor, every blatant crackling of flesh and bone. And then, I opened my eyes to the unthinkable…Hoisting her feet above ground, crushing her neck like a nutshell, Enoch was holding my mother aloft, utterly ruined by him. The battle was decided. But just to be sure, he prepared another shot of pulsing dark energy in the palm of his free hand and shoved it through her chest without fail. My entire world shattered right before my eyes, hearing my mother’s blood-curdling screams coat the entire castle in despair; Enoch became calloused, only hurling her to the ground in a pool of her own blood, and turning his back once he was confident she would not rise again…