Michael's Story

Melody's death loomed over your head like a dark rain cloud. It's been the first murder since Skylar. It definitely doesn't get easier. Michael called another meeting in the weapons room with his malpirg abilities, the blue flames stronger and angrier than ever. He pulled you along to the massive room, making sure you weren't alone. Even for a second. His arm was wrapped tightly around your waist so he could feel you against him. Luke was beside you on the other side with his own fire in his eyes.

"Michael what's going on now?" A grumpy, sleep deprived, muscular angel mumbled. His orange wings drooped behind his shoulders and his eyes bloodshot. "Hold on Demetri. I'll get to that. But for now, get your weapon of choice and wait patiently. No beheadings." Michael replied with a soft wit that made Demetri grunt in annoyance. You took the time to glance up at your angel's face and realized he didn't look so healthy either.His green eyes weren't as bright as they usually are. They had dark circles underneath them, making him look exhausted. He looked older. And not in a good way. The way he held himself had gotten more tense and less inviting. But you knew he had good reasons behind that. "Y/N I know I'm incredibly attractive, but I feel like you're looking for flaws at the moment." He smiled a half smile and lightly tugged on your hair. "Why don't you go sit with Luke? He'll be more calm about this. You don't need to be around me." He admitted and let go of you. You frowned and grabbed his arm and pulled it around you again. "What if I don't want to go sit with Luke? What if I want to be around you?" You countered and he seemed taken aback. But he gladly pulled you into his side again with his tattooed hand.

A few more obnoxious angels questioned Michael and he was patient, telling each one that they'd figure out what was going on in a few moments. Some of them gave you strange looks as if to say, "Who's this peasant?" But you ignored them and paid attention to Michael's kindness. Angels that had been injured or tortured by Ashton had asked him advice and help. He'd say a few phrases in Enochian to them and ignite the flames in the hand he wasn't holding you with. Then he would draw healing sigils above their hearts and tell them he was truly sorry for their pain.

It seems like so long ago that this boy was a rude, conceited, selfish angel. Now his intentions were beyond good and his heart was thawed of the ice it used to be.

Your eyes kept scanning over his figure, taking in every detail you loved about him. The way he wasn't quite muscular, but also wasn't scrawny. The way he'd wear his black skinny jeans, almost like a second skin. But they were very easy on the eyes. The way you'd see the veins in his arms and hands when he held you. Everything about him was intoxicating. Even his scent. Which smelled of a mixture of the usual dark angel scent of decay. It doesn't sound appealing, but when it's mixed with the scents of musk, sandalwood, and shampoo...it's very luring. Don't feel bad. Some people enjoy the smell.His black sweater showed his collarbones and pale skin. He had a few freckles on his shoulder that reminded you that he had once been human. He never told you what he did to become what he is. You figured he wouldn't want to be questioned about it.His lips were full and very pink. You wanted to kiss them all day. Along with his neck that was absolutely perfect in your opinion. His hair that tickled your face when he'd sleep beside you. So soft and calming when you would run your fingers through it.Michael's wings mesmerized you the most though. He looked so regal when he spread them from his back. The white feathers were soft to the touch and every time you touched them, you were reminded of your night with him in the park. They way they felt on your bare skin.

"Aziazor? Is something troubling you?" He whispered, his eyes full of concern. You shook yourself out of your fantasies and smiled softly up at him. "No. I'm just thinking. Don't mind me." You said quietly and his hand rubbed your waist gently. "Okay vvrbs dao. I'll gladly 'think' with you in a little bit. But for now, will you please go sit with Luke? I don't want some undisciplined angels eyeing you while I'm telling them what happened this morning." You nodded and walked over to where Luke was sitting, not noticing Michael smiling at you like you were the sun in his dark world. Luke greeted you with his famous grin and open arms. You gladly sat on his knee as his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close. Michael winked at you and gave a look at Luke that made him chuckle.

"Now I know we just had a gathering. But this is a very different reason. It is neither peaceful nor spirit lifting. We have lost a beloved sister. Melody was one of the most kindhearted dark angels we know. And that's coming from dark angels." Chuckles washed over the crowd at his attempt to lighten the subject. "She always had a smile on her face and she never said a cross word to anyone. Her heart was pure. I guess that's why Ashton cut it out." This time there was nothing but silence in the room."No. I'm not making this up. I really wish I was. But the fact is that her heart, along with a warning was delivered to us this morning. Ashton has officially started the war between the dark angels. Now I know he has recruited a few of us. The ones that were too weak to stand up to his horrendous schemes. But we have just as much passion and as much heart. We can bring him down and bring order to Doalim. The order we deserve. No more slaughtering and no more fear. We all did awful things to become what we are, but that doesn't mean we can't change. I'm proof of that." He spread his white wings and ran a hand through his blue hair."I didn't think there was hope for me. I thought I was doomed to be in the dark forever." His eyes wandered over to you and he smiled brightly. "But I found my light. I found my reason to be better." You felt Luke's finger poke you as if to tell you Michael was talking about you.

"So any of you that think you can't become better versions of yourself, you're wrong. You can be who you want to be. Don't let Ashton steer you in the wrong direction. He's poison to us all." Cheers erupted from the angels as they agreed with Michael. The angel next to Luke clapped and sparks flew from his hands. They were pretty if you didn't get hit with one.

"Now before we grab our weapons and run for the hills, we need to say goodbye to Melody." Michael sobered and held his hand at heart level. The angels around you followed his action, bringing their hands up to heart level, holding them palms up.

"Fethe Ar Ezodi Melody. May your spirit rest in De Vaoan." Michael recited.

"Fethe Ar Ezodi." The angels repeated and dropped their hands. Luke patted your leg and smiled sadly. "Fethe Ar Ezodi means 'visit us in peace'. It's used in ritual of an angel's death. Light or dark." He translated. It was bittersweet.

"Now I advise you all to carry your weapon with you at all times. There's no telling when Ashton will strike. I feel something big coming. Be cautious esiaschs." He ended and the angels started grabbing weapons of every kind from the shelves and racks. You noticed Alessa went for a silver claymore sword laced with palladium, making it even more deadly. Kyanna grabbed a bow and a quiver full of palladium tipped arrows. These girls were badass. You loved it. Luke smiled at you and lifted you off his knee so he could grab his most wanted weapon. You watched to see what he would choose and you were quite impressed. He picked a chakram with several rings included so he could attack more than once. He also chose a double ended sword just in case. Man these weapons were insanely deadly. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you turned to see Michael's smile. "Dear el, I would like to help you choose your weapon. I don't want you to be defenseless in case Luke or I can't be beside you." He held his hand out for you and helped you to your feet.

"Alright my love. There are several to pick from. If Calum were with us, he'd be the one to consult on weaponry. He always had more knowledge on which ones caused more damage compared to just stun. But, since he isn't, I'll have to do." He intertwined his fingers with yours and he pulled you over to the different weapons carts.

"For you, I'm thinking the sai daggers. They are smaller, but they each have sharper blades. If you've played Mortal Kombat, Mileena uses these." He picked up the daggers and spun them gracefully in his hands. You smiled at his video game reference and watched his skills with the blades. They had prongs on both sides of the blade, making them look more dangerous. "But if you'd prefer something bigger, we could do an actual sword or a crossbow." You had to admit, the sai daggers were pretty cool."I think I'll take these." You decided and he grinned at you, handing you the daggers carefully. "These are for protection. Not for stabbing your boyfriend if he pisses you off." He clarified and you giggled while he kissed your forehead. "I just want you to be safe aziazor."

"Michael? What did you to do to become a dark angel?" You asked bluntly. His face fell and his body seemed to tense slightly.

"Y/N...." He started and you shook your head. "Michael if we're seriously going to be together, I want to know. I'm not going to change my mind about liking you. I just want to know." He sighed and scratched his head, pulling you back to the benches to sit.

"This isn't going to be easy to hear vvrbs el. But because you deserve to hear it, I'll tell you. Please think of how I am now. It will make this a lot easier."

"Ah Michael. There you are. I was worried you wouldn't show up." A younger Ashton greeted Michael. There was still something off about him, but Michael didn't care. He was obsessed. He couldn't stop meeting Ashton for more. "I'm glad to see you still enjoy this dear Michael." Ashton said with a deadly smile. He pulled the dagger out and handed it to Michael without hesitation. "You know what to do."

Michael's eyes filled with bloodlust as he looked into the fearful eyes of the eighth girl. "Please. You don't have to do this. I'll give you my purse and my keys. Just please don't hurt me." She whimpered as he lightly poked the tip of the dagger to her neck."Since you asked so nicely, no." He then sliced her throat with the palladium soaked dagger. The effects of the palladium on humans was most satisfying. It made the blood darker and taste sweeter. He wasn't a vampire if that's what anyone would wonder. No he was just a teenage boy that liked the taste of sweet blood. He grazed her neck with his teeth and lapped up the blood. It wasn't necessarily the blood that enticed him. It was mostly the palladium. How ironic it would be that it would later be poison to him. Throughout two years he did this. Ashton getting him more and more addicted. Then the day came when the palladium burned his mouth. He screamed out in pain and dropped the body of the poor girl."What the hell?" He gasped out and a shadow fell upon his face. He looked up and saw Ashton. But he wasn't human. He had wings darker than the night sky and his eyes were no longer hazel. They were bright, blood red. He cackled and mocked Michael's pain."I knew you were going to turn soon. The signs were becoming easier to see. You were getting better with your weapon and your grace. Moving faster from victim to victim. It was only a matter of time." He sneered and Michael's throat was burning like an untameable fire."What do you mean 'turn'?" Michael rasped. Ashton picked up the dagger."The palladium you've been craving so much, is now going to wound you more than pleasure you. My friend, you are becoming like me. You'll come back with me to Doalim and live with me." He beemed creepily.Michael coughed and pain shot through his body as the change overtook him."The life of a dark angel is much more satisfying than being a weak human. You'll thank me Michael. You'll never be weak again."