A Century More

Luke's lungs filled with blood as he looked   into the eyes of his killer.      Those cold eyes and haunting  smirk  would be the last thing he remembered.

When he'd  wake up in De Vaoan, the  pain  would  be  gone  and  he  would  go  back  to  being the boy  he  was. before  this  awful  mess.  His  heart  would  be  full  and  his  eyes would be blue."Luke? Is that you?"  Her sweet voice called. He  spun  around  and his breath faltered. Jade. Her brown  eyes and light brown hair shimmered in the sunlight as she looked upon the boy she fell  in love with those many years ago. "What  are you doing here?"  She  asked,  fear  in  her eyes. Luke stepped towards  her  and  watched as she flinched away from him. "I’m  where   I belong."  He whispered. At least that's what he thought.

"Luke.  I didn’t mean why you’re here. I know why.  I mean, why are you here now?  This isn’t supposed  to happen for  a  long  time. You were supposed to live for  a century more."  She explained, with  a  little  more softness to her voice. "A century? That’s impossible!   If   you'd   seen   what   was   happening   to   me,   you   would've wondered how I wasn’t already dead."   Jade   gathered   her   soft peach  colored,  knee length dress and   approached   the  blonde  slowly.   He stood absolutely still,  careful not to startle her. Her eyes searchedhis and her dainty hands found the place onhis back  where the wings once resided.  "Impossible." She muttered once again. Luke  didn't   care   if   he   wasn't  supposed  to be here. His pain was absent  and  he was reunited  with  his  love.  "Where  are  we anyways?"  He asked softly.

"De Vaoan. Meaning ’of truth’.  The opposite of your Doalim.  It's where souls go to be  free.  Well, the  good ones."   Luke considered her words.  "So  this  is  like  Heaven?"   She  smiled  warmly,  sitting  on  the soft grass.  "I  guess  you  could  call  it  that.   But  here,  it  has  nothing  to  do  with  religion.   Only  what’s in your heart.  If  you have  good intentions   and   a   belief  in  yourself,  you  are  welcomed  into   De   Vaoan."

Luke

I woke up to the sound of Michael and Y/N bickering about whether or not French fries were considered a vegetable or a starch. So far Y/N appeared to be winning. The fire that I had felt in my lungs the previous night had died down and my wing was slowly healing. "Luke?" My eyes went to the pretty girl that had helped me believe in light again. She instantly came to my side and took my freezing hand in her warm ones. "How are you feeling?" Her voice was so full of concern and love, I felt I didn't deserve. "I feel like I was run over by a tank two days ago and I'm still feeling the aftershock." I explained as Y/N giggled at my attempt to be funny. Michael on the other hand crossed his arms and gave me a look. "Luke be honest. Just tell us how you're feeling." He said softly. I sighed and brought myself to sit up, despite the stinging in my wing. "Fine. My wing still hurts like the dickens and my head is pounding." Michael seemed better off knowing how I really felt. Y/N on the other hand looked at me like I was dead. I'm not. Yet.

Calum

Ashton glared at me with his burning red eyes. "How can he be alive?! My attack was sufficient enough to kill him! He's a weakling anyways!" He ranted at me and I noticed the veins in his neck getting more prominent. That was never a good sign. "Ashton. He's weak from your attack. He probably won't last for another day." I assured him, hoping he would believe me. His hands balled up into fists and his jaw set. "Damn that Michael. Damn him. I knew I should've taken him out first. I've underestimated him. But mark my words, I won't do it again."

After Ashton had let me leave, I was shaking. He'd given me a task that I was in no way prepared for. He asked me to poison Luke. I held the vial of liquid palladium in my shaking fingers, wondering how I got to this moment.

"Calum, I'd like you to meet our newest edition to our   darkie   family.   This is Luke.   Show him around, let  him  meet  the others.  The  usual."   Ashton   said,   pushing   a   scrawny blonde in my direction. He looked  scared and unsure.  It had to have been  Ashton who changed him.  "Hi Luke.   I’m Calum.   Welcome   to   Doalim,   where   the  sky  is  darker  than  Ashton’s  heart."   Surprisingly  this  caused  the  small  darkie to laugh.  I grinned and took a  second to note his colors. His wings were  almost a blood color but a little darker. His eyes were the same color.  I bet the  other  colors  he  has  are  fascinating.   

"Luke! What the  hell  happened?!"   I  yelled,  running  towards  him.  The  giant   tree  had  split  in  half  making  me  think  Ashton had got to him. Luke was on his  knees, sobbing.  I  knelt  down  beside  him  and placed a hand on his trembling shoulder.  His   eyes   were   white   with rage,  with   a   hint     of   silvery  pain.  "Luke tells me what he’s done."   His voice  came  out  strained  and  softer  than  I thought  it would.  "He murdered her.  He  killed the girl I  sacrificed  my  humanity  for."   He   had   told  me   of   the   girl   with eyes  like  brown  honey.  He'd shown me   the only picture he had of her.  She was beautiful  and  obviously  held  Luke's  hear in  her  hands. The sound of  wings flapping startled me and suddenly Michael was beside  Luke.  He pulled the heartbroken angel in his arms. I was left to  the side alone.

Luke  was  getting  used  to  life  as  a  darkie,  seeing  as  he  had  filled  out  and  was  now  currently  taller  than  me.  He  was  getting  more  and  more  muscular  with  the  training  Michael  and  I  had  been  helping  him  with.  But there was still something off about him.  He  would  leave  meals  early  and  go  to  bed  earlier  than  the  rest  of  us.  Something was obviously not right.  That  night  I  knocked  on  his  door  and  heard  a  rattling  cough  from  the  other  side.  I knocked again.  No answer.  I  reached  out  and  opened  the  door  and  my  heart  stopped  at  the  sight  in  front  of  me.  Luke  was  on  the  ground,  covered  in  blood  and  having  a  seizure.  I  ran  to  his  side  and  my  hands  shook  uncontrollably.  "Luke!"  Michael’s voice cut through the room.  I  looked  up  and  watched  as  Michael  rummaged  through  Luke's  drawers  and  pulled  out  some  weird  gold  liquid.  "What the hell is that?"  I  found  myself  asking  when  he  opened  the  vial  and  dipped  his  finger  inside.  "It’s Avdcal.  It keeps Luke alive."  Michael said coldly, taking Luke’s arm.  He  started  drawing  an  Enochian  symbol  I  didn't  recognize  on  Luke's  inner  forearm.  Luke  sputtered  and  coughed,  opening  his  eyes,  looking  up  towards  me,  then  Michael.  "Thank you esiasch."  He had whispered.  I felt my eyes turn orange.  "Thank you brother."

I shook the memories out of my mind. I was there for Luke since the beginning. He repaid me by becoming allies with Michael. I would never forget that moment. I had so much hatred towards Michael. Even when he first arrived here over two centuries ago. Nothing could change that. Except for Luke dying.

Y/N

Luke finally ate something after you nagged him about it for an hour. Michael was happy to get it for him. "Aziazor. How is it you manage to get me to do things even Michael can't get me to do without zapping me with his malpirg?" He asked with a light smirk. You felt a smile spread across your lips. "I'd like to think it's because I'm adorable and likable." You replied, earning a chuckle from Luke. "That is extremely true mononusa de tibibipe. You are very likable. And quite lovely. I imagine that is why we all listen to you." He grinned. His hand found yours and intertwined his fingers with yours. "I must apologize for these past weeks. I know you didn't have a choice in being here and I am so very sorry for that. If it were up to me I would've died before bringing you to this dark world. You should've been with your family and your own life. Not forced into this horrid way of living." He admitted to you openhearted. He was apologizing for something that wasn't his fault. "Luke you didn't have a say in this. You had nothing to do with Ashton forcing Michael to bring me here." You countered and Luke sighed, resting his head against your shoulder. "I know aziazor. I just wish it were different." 

You absentmindedly ran your fingers through his blonde hair, making him relax. "I don't." You said softly. Luke was about to protest when you cut him off. "No I'm serious. If I weren't here, you would be dead. Michael wouldn't have found the strength to stand up against Ashton. I can't imagine being back home. Right now this is home. You two are my home." You spoke truthfully. Luke lifted his head and looked into your eyes with his gold ones. "Elasa bolape en salamann turbs."  He whispered. The translation he showed you through his power, letting you know what he said. "You are my home beautiful." He brushed his fingers over your cheek and smiled wholeheartedly. "I mean it Y/N. Without you, my soul would be lost and full of darkness. There are no words that could tell you how much you mean to me. Thank you for putting your faith and trust in me." He pressed his lips to your forehead when the door opened.

You looked up and saw that Calum had entered the room holding a vial of a silvery liquid. "Calum?" Luke asked and you saw pain flash through Calum's orange eyes. "I brought you a healing medicine thingy. Alessa gave it to me to give to you." You raised an eyebrow and blinked at the boy. "Why didn't she bring it herself?" You questioned and Luke answered. "She's still not exactly on the best of terms with me. Thank you for bringing it Calum. I appreciate it." He held his hand out for the medicine and Calum seemed to have hesitated before handing Luke the vial. Luke pulled out the stopper and brought the substance to his lips.

He can’t be saved.