Impure

Blood  pooled  underneath  Luke  from  the  wound  in  his  chest.  The  blade  had  sunk  all  the  way  through  his  rib  cage  and  his  back.  The  sound  of  the  palladium  burning  his  skin  was  an  awful  hissing  and  cracking  noise.  Michael  was  seething  with  anger  and  despair,  his  blade  lifted  to  the angel  in  front  of  him.  "You  killed  my  best  friend!"  He  growled.  The  dark  angel  chuckled  and  wiped  off  the  palladium  sword  in  his  hands.  "He  was  dying  anyways.  I  did  you  a  favor  Michael.  Think  of  it  this  way,  you  won't  have  to  bury  him!"  He  cackled  and  Michael  went  numb. 

You paced the floor in Michael's room, occasionally biting your nails in worry. It's been an hour since he left. He said he'd be right back. Something had to have happened. Just as you were about to open the door to search for him, it swung open and he stood there with an uneasy look on his face. "Michael? What happened?" Luke slowly showed himself from behind Michael. His face was filled with regret and his eyes were filled with tears. There was a red ring around Michael's neck, the imprint of fingertips in his skin. "Michael who did this to you? Ashton?" You asked, lightly tracing the marks. You felt him tense up and Luke sucked in a breath. "Y/N." You shushed him and looked at Michael. "Did you fight back? Did you at least get a hit in?" Michael opened his mouth to say something but Luke once again interrupted. "Y/N it wasn't Ashton." He spoke softly. Michael looked away and Luke sighed. "I'm the one that did that to Mike." Your heart sank and you looked at the two of them, hoping it wasn't true. "Mike?" He slowly looked back over at you and nodded. Luke gave you an apologetic look and you noticed the gold marks on his forearm. The  Avdcal.  "Where did you get it?" Michael moved out of the way so Luke could face you completely. "I never asked for this. I didn't ask for anyone to risk their lives just to find a stupid remedy. But she still did it anyway." He explained and you took a deep breath and took in his words. "She? Who is she?" You asked and Luke's eyes watered, the burgundy color blurred. "Alessa."

You couldn't believe it. Alessa was the one that saved Luke. He explained how she had made a deal with Ashton to aquire the Avdcal  in return for her humanity. She's a dark angel now. Along with Michael and Luke. "Michael found us and I snapped. I started choking him and I couldn't make myself stop. It just kept pouring out of me like poison." Luke added and looked vulnerable, his wings folded against his back, his shoulders bonier than normal. He didn't look healthy. Well of course he isn't healthy. He's dying. Something no one was quite ready for, except for Ashton it seems. Michael stood by and listened to the replay of the story, lightly touching his bruised neck. "I regret all of my actions today and I wish I could take them all back. I'm so sorry. I take complete responsibility." Luke said in a strong voice, showing that he truly meant it. "It's alright Luke. I understand. Well I don't but I do. If that makes any sense whatsoever. But I know why you snapped. I'm just surprised that it hasn't happened sooner. You've kept it in for so long." Michael acknowledged. Luke gave him a slight smile and ran his fingers through his hair. "It's Ashton. He's the only one that can get under my skin. I've tried to brush it off, but after everything he's done, and now with Alessa...I can't just let it go." He sat on the black leather chair in the corner of the room and sighed. "I'm losing who I used to be. I can feel it. My heart is darkening and my thoughts are anything but pure. I don't know what to do. I just know I'm going to be gone soon. I don't want to live to see it happen."

Calum

Ashton's corridor is always much darker than the rest of the castle. I'm always worried that something is lurking in the shadows. Well other than the darkness that is Ashton. Every time I pass his room, I get this feeling of unease and a shudder goes through my body. He requested my presence for some kind of ritual sacrifice thing and I couldn't just say no. So I found myself right outside his room with my hand raised to knock. Before I could set my fist against the door, it swung open and I almost had a heart attack. I still couldn't get used to the black angel. He smirked at me and moved so I could walk inside. The room was cold and smelled of smoke and blood. What a wonderful combination. "Calum I'm so glad you made it. I've been wanting your input on my next plan of action." He spoke, closing the door behind us. "Of course. How can I be of assistance?" I asked, careful about my body language and my voice. His eyes flashed red and he grinned in a very creepy way. "You're acquainted with the kitchen girl correct?" He questioned. My heart lurched. Alessa. I cleared my throat and kept my hands at my side. "Yes." He chuckled and lit his black candles, giving him the illusion of eerie shadows passing over his face. "Excellent. You'll be perfect for my plan." He faced me and handed me something wrapped in a silver cloth. I was afraid to remove it, but I knew I had to. I lightly pulled the fabric away and stared at the small palladium dagger. I could tell it was palladium by the way it smelled of burning flesh. It was embellished with rubies and moonstone, making it just as beautiful as it is deadly. "I trust you can figure out what to do with that. It's exactly the push Luke needs to crack. He won't be able to deny the darkness much longer. He will fail. He will fall."

Y/N

Hearing Luke talk like that made your heart break for him. You couldn't bear to see him lose his lightness. His kindness. His loving heart.

Luke

I wanted to die. I wanted to get away from what I was becoming. Death would be far less painful wouldn't it? I could save myself along with everyone else. I don't want to put them in danger just because I can't control myself. Especially Alessa and Y/N. I couldn't live if I ended up hurting them more than I already am. God I'm so selfish. I had to keep them close to keep from breaking. I shouldn't have pulled them into this mess. Everything would've been better if I had died when I should have. When will I learn? Must I die to make myself see? Am I really that shallow? I don't know.

Impure  thoughts,  impure  thoughts.  Wounds  from  far  worse  than  gunshots.  Will  he  survive  or  will  he  die?  The  one  with  emerald  wings  will  turn,  the one  with  a  heart  of  gold  will  burn.  Decisions  decisions.  Purple  and   black  will  disagree,  white  and  blue  will  be  the ones  to  truly  see.  The  circle  will  continue  to  revolve  around  the  darkness  and  the  light  will  evolve.  Palladium  and  silver  will  come  together,  who  will  crack  under  the  unbearable  pressure?  Clashes  and  clangs  of  the  blades  from  the  ones  they've  betrayed.  Impure  thoughts  flood  each  mind,  please  let  there  be  some  kind  of  unspoked  sign.  Broken  and  bruised  one  will  be  victorious.  The  other  will  be  bloody  and inglorious.  Which  side  is in  your  sight?  Black,  or  white?

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