Fire and Lightning

You continued to run your fingers through Michael's lavender hair as you both breathed heavily. Michael's breath was hot on your stomach and his wings were cool to the touch. "Ol  aziazor  elasa.  So  vvrbs."  He murmured against your skin. You smiled and kissed his exposed shoulder. "I love you too."

Luke

Damn it. Where the hell is Michael? I looked everywhere in the castle. Oh. Duh. He's got to be at Oresa Park with Y/N.

I drew on my black hoodie and walked down the steps of the castle, towards Oresa Park. It was such an exquisite night. The stars always seemed to shine so brightly in Doalim. The air was cleaner and the night was darker. Even though I despised my lifestyle, I couldn't hate the beauty that is Doalim. Kicking a few rocks, I made my way down the trail leading to the cracked tree.

Michael

She was so soft and warm. I just wanted to lay intertwined with her forever. I almost did when I heard footsteps coming from the trail. I may have muttered a few cuss words and she squeaked before I pulled her against me. Carefully and swiftly, I folded my wings around her body, shielding her from Luke.

Y/N

"Whoa. What's going on here?" Luke asked, stopping a few feet away from both of you. You felt your cheeks heat up and you hid in the feathers of Michael's wings. Michael cleared his throat and held you closely while looking up at his intrigued best friend. "None of your business. Why are you here?" Now it was Luke's turn to be embarrassed. "Well I uh...wanted to talk to you about something important. But I'd rather do that when you're both clothed."

Michael spread his wings wide and faced Luke so you could get dressed in the feathery dressing room he had fashioned for you. Luke had a knowing look on his face and crossed his arms, keeping his eyes on Michael. They began conversing in Enochian as you pulled on the rest of your clothes. You stepped out from behind Michael's outstretched wings and gave a small smile to the tall blonde. That's when you noticed his eyes. They weren't the deep burgundy they used to be. Instead they were a brilliant gold that looked striking with his light hair and shining smile. That same gold was also trimming his wings. Luke had changed too.

"What did you want to tell me Luke?" Michael asked calmly, his eyes looking at the gold. "Calum and I both changed. Things changed color. But it seems you already knew that." Luke said glancing at the blue hair and white wings. "Anyways, I needed to find you because something's not right. I feel on edge like all hell is about to break loose. Do you feel it?" He asked shakily. Michael placed his hand on Luke's shoulder and whispered something soothing in Enochian. All of a sudden, thunder boomed throughout the park and static was present in the air. Both angels tensed and clenched their jaws. Michael's sparrow tattoo glowed as the blue flame ignited in his hand, ready to attack. Luke's eyes seemed to be on fire and his hands clenched into fists. The sound of flapping wings overpowered the thunder from overhead. Michael grabbed you quickly and flew backwards just as lightning crashed into the already charred and broken tree. The hit was intense and powerful, knocking Luke and Michael off their feet. Michael landed on his back with you to his chest, protecting you from the blow. Luke on the other hand wasn't so fortunate. Laughter filled the air and the static disappeared.

You heard the cough before you saw the blackish blood. He had landed wrongly on his right wing, shattering it almost instantly along with at least one of his ribs. Charred bark had flown and struck his neck, leaving a deep cut across his throat. When he coughed you could hear the blood filling his lungs, making a wet rattling sound. His hands dug into the soft grass as if he could hold on to catch his breath. You tore yourself from Michael's arms and crawled to Luke's side. "Oh my god. Luke!" You sobbed and touched his face, his lips covered with blood. He was still trying to catch his breath when his eyes found yours. He tried to speak but you held a finger to his lips. "Don't. You're going to be Ok. Don't you dare think about saying goodbye." You said stubbornly, wiping tears from your face. Michael was suddenly beside you with twigs and leaves. Luke coughed again and blood dripped from his mouth and down his throat. His hand weakly grasped yours and he mouthed the sweet words. "My  aziazor."

You held his hand and said soothing words as Michael straightened Luke's broken wing and tied the twigs to the broken bones, using strips of fabric from his T-shirt. Luke cried out in pain, the sound drowning out from the blood filling his mouth. "I'm so sorry Luke. I'm hurrying." Michael said in almost a whisper, a sob escaping. His hands moved quickly as he continued to tie the sticks to the limp wing. "Luke look at me." You whispered and his eyes moved to yours. "You need to stay alive. I need you." You said as you pressed the rest of Michael's torn shirt to the gash on Luke's throat. His breathing turned to wheezing but he kept his gaze on you. "Ok his wing's set. I need to carry him back to the castle." Michael spoke softly and ignited his blue fire again and drew a sigil above Luke's head. He swirled the flames together and touched Luke's forehead with the flames, making you scream. But he didn't burn. Instead a look of peace washed over him. His grip on your hand became stronger and he squeezed softly. Then the images came flooding into your mind.

The day you first met Luke. Him holding up the bra, completely embarrassed and flustered. When he stood up to Ashton in the hall to help you get away. Going to the cafeteria and seeing Alessa light up when he walked in the room. The kiss. His warm, soft lips against yours, more friendly than romantic. His smile. Not painted with blood. Everything good about Luke. He was trying to make you feel better. Trying to show you he was alright. You kissed his forehead just as Michael lifted him from the ground. His eyes screwed shut from the pain of being moved. The bleeding from his throat had slowed and you noticed the gash was slowly closing up. The angel healing was something you were always thankful for. Your angels were always wounded.

The walk back to the castle was quiet and emotional. Michael was careful not to shake Luke too much but either way, Luke was whimpering from the pain in so many places. It hurt so much to see him broken.

Calum

Something wasn't right. It's itching in the back of my mind but I can't figure it out. I haven't seen Ashton in a few days and I know he's not up to anything good. And where the hell was Luke? He left to find Michael an hour and a half ago. Must I always have to look after that blood coughing freak?

I was just about to open the castle door when Michael barged in holding the blood coughing freak in his arms.

I knew I shouldn't feel anything, but my heart dropped to my shoes. His wing was broken and he was covered in blood. Well more blood than usual, but it was awful. I had to get away. I couldnt stand it. So me being a coward, I walked away. I'm sorry.

Y/N

The coward walked away. You thought you saw some kind of emotion on Calum's face but you were wrong. He didn't care.

Michael carried Luke to his room and set him on the black sheets of the bed, gently spreading Luke's wing. Luke made a horrible noise and coughed up more blood. "Y/N find the Avdcal!" Michael demanded and you ran over to Luke's dresser, picking up the small vial. He didn't have much left. You brought it back over and Michael snatched it from your hand and opened it quickly, getting the golden serum on his fingertips. Luke held out his forearm and Michael drew the familiar symbols on his skin. Luke's throat stopped bleeding. His breathing started to regulate. He was going to be Ok.

The  first  attack  finally  here!  Along  with  thunder  and  lightning  everything's  becoming  clear.  Blood  was  spilled  and  bones  have  broken,  but  the  true  battle  has  yet  to  be  spoken.  Light  and  dark  have  no  boundaries  but  both  better  be  wary  of  their  surroundings.  The  time  has  finally  come,  better  to  be  feeling  than  to  be  numb.  Ice  cold  fingers  and  fiery  hot  emotions,  now  depends  on  each  of  their  devotions.  It  won't  be  long  until  they  see  the  sun,  just  wait,  the  fight  has  only  just  begun.