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Michael was in a mess. Flames, cruel and powerful flames, unleashing the last potential of killing. Red and orange and all the colours in between, those beautiful yet terrifying flames burning around the boy. The boy who curled himself up, head down, innocent and young. Shattered and destroyed.
The fire was burning everything in sight. Starting from the boy at the center, charring every other things that were near enough.
If it was not for the fact that the boy that set himself aflame was Michael, the one and only angel of fire, it really would be a disturbing scene to see.
...Not that this was not disturbing enough.
Raphael stood and watched. Memory flashing back to the day that he locked himself up and Michael came to the rescue.
If there is indeed anything that is everlasting, it must be Michael. Pure and dignified, powerful and therefore everlasting.
When you smile, it seems like a thousand stars fall into your eyes.
Raphael walked a step forward, coming closer to the burning flames.
Yet they died.
A little smile formed on his face.
But I will save the light.
If there's any grammar mistake or other, feel free to correct me:) Thanks!
Set after the first war(?)