Burgundy Dreams

The sky was red with fire and smoke. The air was still ringing with the screams of the fallen. Ashton stood above the body of the burgundy angel and snickered. "I warned you old friend. Now you're about to go into the ground while I still roam freely. Fate sucks doesn't it." The burgundy eyes were still wide open and filled with terror. What a sight. The blood soaked through the back of his wings, making them an even darker red. "Now your friends know that I won't stop at anything. I would gladly kill again and again to get what I want."

The dream ended abruptly and you woke up with a gasp. Michael's blue flames lit up the room and his other hand found the small of your back. "Vvrbs noncf what's the matter?" He asked in a soothing voice. You buried your head in your hands and brought your knees to your chest. "I keep having dreams about Luke dying. It's always Ashton standing over him, mocking him." You whispered and wiped at the tears rolling down your cheeks. Michael sat up and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your waist lightly. "It's not real aziazor. It was only a dream. Luke is alright for the night. Kyanna's spell should've worked a lot longer than this. I'm sorry my love." His touch helped you calm down and catch your breath. The blue flames in his hand diminished and he touched your cheek, his palm still warm. "I will do everything to keep you safe. You know that right?" You nodded and leaned into his hand. "I love you and I won't let Ashton do anything to you. I promise you."

You fell asleep once again, entangled in his arms, feeling safe. F

"Y/N? You need to leave." Alessa said, panicked. "No. I want to say goodbye." You asserted and pushed your way past her. The grave was a lot scarier than you expected. Burgundy wings were folded over his body and his hands were placed across his chest. Thunder boomed and lightning lit up the newly made cemetery. Luke's skin was white as paper and the hole in his chest had turned black. His hair was tinted red from the stream of blood that had poured from his forehead. The cut was still raw and charred like the bark of a tree. His lip ring had been ripped out, leaving his lip damaged and bruised. The smile that usually was on his face was now ruined forever. His radius bone stuck out of his arm and had turned black and red. It was horrifying. But the worst part of it all, was the fact that his heart had been shredded with a palladium sword. It was visible through his torn shirt. Black slashes, bruising and charring the organ. His heart was the purest out of anyone's and yet now here it was. Ripped and broken. His eyes had been closed because according to Michael, he looked so frightened. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you mourned your sweet burgundy angel.

"Y/N. It's been a few hours. You haven't eaten anything at all today." Michael spoke softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. You were still beside Luke's grave, but it had been filled in. Now you were kept company by a gravestone. The haunting sight would never be erased from your mind. "I can't leave him." You whispered. You couldn't. Michael sat beside you and held your hand tightly. "Then we won't leave him. But he would want you to eat and take care of yourself. He wouldn't want you to become sick." He said honestly and you knew that's what Luke would want. But part of you couldn't stand leaving his grave. Something about it, made you think he wasn't completely gone.

The knock on the door pulled you out of your morbid dreams, making you open your eyes. The light streamed in through the balcony window and Michael was deep in sleep next to you. Still shaking from your dream, you lifted yourself out of bed and walked towards the door. The knocking came again just as you gripped the door handle. You opened the door and almost burst into tears.

"Y/N are you Ok?" Luke asked, his eyes full of life and his cheeks had color in them. You threw your arms around him and squished him tight. He seemed caught off guard, but his hands started rubbing your back softly. "Hi. It hasn't been too long since I've seen you." He joked and you continued to squish him. "Don't you dare die on me." You sobbed into his chest."Oh my sweet micaelazodo de mononusa. I'm not dying anytime soon. I'm right here. I won't be leaving for a while. I promise you." He soothed and hugged you.

Melody

The restaurant was a lot less crowded than it normally was for a Saturday. But hey, I'm not complaining. It gave me time to figure out my attack tactics for the upcoming battle that could be happening anytime soon.

Then the fairy bells twinkled above head warning me there was a new customer. I walked out of the kitchen and put on a smile. "Hello! Welcome to Mononusa de Tibibipe! Is it just one for today?"

The girl gave me a sinister smile and whipped out a familiar looking dagger. Before I could flee, she pulled on my wing, bringing me closer.

"What do you want?" I whimpered and she just cocked her head, considering me. "I want your heart in a box. Kind of like the evil stepmother from Snow White. But I'll be doing it right because I'm doing it myself." Then she slammed the blade into my chest, pushing it further and further.

I felt the palladium fill my lungs and heart as I screamed out in pain. The poison was excruciating and burning me from the inside out. She pulled out the blade and shoved it back in above my heart. She was going to cut it out. And she was going to make me watch.

Luna

I finally yanked her heart out and watched her eyes roll back into her head. I dropped her frail body and held the beautiful heart in my hand. Her life force was now mine.

"Did you do it?" Ashton's voice came from behind me. I smirked and spun around to face him, showing him the heart. His lips spread into a smile. "Good. Now we need to send the message."

Y/N

Luke and Michael were sitting on opposite sides of you, making sure you were eating after your horrific nightmares. They pretty much forced you to eat. Good thing Alessa's cooking didn't taste like dishwasher and prunes. You heard a scream and Luke stood up quickly while Michael held on to you.

Kyanna ran into the room, holding a mahogany box, sobbing hysterically. "Kyanna what's happened?" Michael questioned, his eyes turning black. She shook and set the box down in front of him. "It's awful."

Michael carefully opened the box and Luke pulled out his weapon just in case. Inside was a rotting heart, blood coating the inside of the box and a piece of paper stuck to the top. Michael removed the paper and read it out loud.

"This new heart is a Melody to my ears. You have been warned my friends. The battle has officially begun. Welcome to the revolution. -A"

Poor sweet Melody. You kept yourself from getting sick while you saw the fire burning inside Michael's eyes.

"No one's safe anymore. We have to fight back. We've lost a sister to the darkness that is never going to back off. She will not die in vain. We will avenge her murder and make this right. Like he said. The war has begun."

Twas the Melody of the night that comforted us in times of pain and hopelessness. You will be missed. Fethe Ar Ezodi.