Just a Miracle
Alex was driving as fast as he could in the direction of Vega, with the intention of getting help for the badly wounded archangel who was in the back seat, when suddenly something hit the surface of the vehicle. Two strong blows, one after the other, the strength of the same made him lose control of the vehicle.
"Fuck!" He only can curse in a panicked scream before the roof of the car was ripped off with a horrible screech and almost at the same moment, something took his arm with force, taking him out of the car and throwing him to the ground.
His instincts kicked and he reached for his gun, but before he could get up and shoot at the being that had taken him, a high angel grabbed him and force him to summit. He cursed as he struggled to get free as he had to help Michael.
He couldn't let the bastards kill the Archangel.
He couldn't lose Michael.
The Archangel was one of his more important persons and he just couldn't lose him another precious person in less than two days, because if he let Michael died for his stupidity, the guilt was going to destroy him.
Tears fill his eyes, because Alex cherished Michael much more than Jeep, after all, the Archangel had been for him all his life, at his side, like his guardian, like his guide…like his father.
A hand grabbed his head and force him to watch how another angel landed. He gasped as he saw the white wings that seem to emit a glow similar to that of the moon, he hadn't seen anything like that before, as all angels had Black/Brown feathers. But not only were his wings the only thing amazing about the newcomer, as his eyes were of a blue that did not exist in nature, they were unique, bright and beautiful, even if they were tainted with a frightening rage that was barely contained.
The beautiful and terrifying being looked at him for an instant and Alex contained his breath, but then, that powerful gaze focused in the broken figure of Michael, who still rested in the back of the vehicle, that made Alex snap off of his embellishment and started to struggle again – even if he didn't dare to speak as all his instincts were screaming at him that, that, would be a horrible idea. And he always follows them to make it alive on the battlefield– because, the last time that an angel got that close to Michael, the Archangel ended hurt badly.
And the closeness made him feel scared as it´s impossible for him to do something if the intentions of the angels are ended what Furiad started.
But, apparently, he didn't have to worry, because the estrange angel touched in a very gentle manner Michael´s forehead as he closed his eyes for a second. When he opened once again, they were gold and were even more terrifying than before.
"My King?" A feminine, third voice, asks.
And the tone is similar to what the members of the corps use when they referred to Michael for new orders. The wording makes it clear that the white feather angel is the one in power, not that Alex thought different as his presence is enough for itself to sell that idea. After all, the black haired man demand obedience in his posture and it almost instinctive to want to kneel before him and that the only reason he was trying to fight was that he was worried about Michael's well-being.
"My brother needs a safe place to rest and heal." The way he says the word ´brother´ clicks into Alex's brain and at that moment it clicks and he knows. He is in front of an Archangel.
"Anra, go back to Gabriel´s eyrie and bring to me the one that is responsible for this. Also, inform my brother that I will move into Vega until Michael is healed."
"As you wish, my king"
Alex can't see the woman, but the sound of flapping wings let him know that the angel has gone to carry the orders of the, now, golden-eyed man. He is confused and worried about the intentions of the angel were unclear and many questions filled his mind, but before he can think about them, his captor speaks.
"What do you desire I do with this one, my king?," A male voice ask and Alex tenses. Is obvious that they are referring to him, he eyes the unknown Archangel, but he doesn't pay attention to his follower or to him, as he is occupied taking Michael into his arms like a damsel in distress, expanding his wings at the same time, preparing himself to fly.
"Bring him with us," Is the only thing he says before taking into the air.
A second after, Alex is also flaying. Being carried in an uncomfortable position that doesn't let him move, because if he does the possibilities of ending like a splat on the floor are very high.
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Samael is furious.
He had known that one of Gabriel's had been responsible for hurting Michael the moment he heard his brother scream. But now, seeing the sword of Gabriel's second in command buried inside the youngest archangel abdomen, his rage was getting into a dangerous territory.
Furiad was as good as dead. And the only reason that Gabriel wasn't as good as, was because his brother had vowed that he wouldn't hurt Michael; that he would find another way to win this war.
Samael believes in him. He knew this wasn't supposed to happen. Because Gabriel wouldn't wish for Michael to get hurt, less of it, die.
And blaming his brother for this wasn't right. No, if someone was at fault, it was Samael's.
He should have known better than allow his brothers to continue this stupid war.
After all, he knew that wars cost lives and that there were always followers that thought they knew better and decided to take things into their own hands instead of following orders.
He had learned that with Jophiel's death.
Her demise at one of his demons had been a great hit to Samael's conviction. After all, his servant had only wanted to please him. And he thought that taking down one of the six generals of heaven would make him happy, because it would be a big step into winning the war as his fellow Archangels were all created in pairs, twins, and if one of them died the sorrow and pain would securely kill the other. Or at least, make easier to bring him down.
It was a well-designed thought. Really. But, what his little, idiotic, demon hadn't taken into account that the other Archangels were his brothers and sisters in a different way than the others angels. And so, were special for Samael.
He had made every one of the responsible of Jophiel death regret hurting her, but it was for nothing. His sister would not come back, and neither would her twin Zacharias, who had faded not much before his Fall. Of course, leaving the corpses at Father's door hadn't changed the fact he and his pride were responsible for the death of two Archangels, of his younger brothers, of his loved ones.
He refused to let something like that happen again. He knew what he needs to do to stop this war once for all. Taking the Host as his. It wouldn't even be hard, after all, the angels were lost and trapped in this plane.
Their brothers and sisters were following Gabriel because they didn't felt they had another choice, they were staying in Vega because they didn't want to fight anymore and Michael offered them the choice of neutrality. He had seen what had happened with the ones who followed the Messenger of God and he pities them as they were mere shadows of what they were supposed to be.
Just like Gabriel. Like Michael.
Because they had fallen now that Father was gone.
Samael crossed the night sky as he flew in direction of one of the last human cities, his baby brother in his arms. His grace covering Michael, trying to prevent more damage and trying to start healing the wound.
He wasn't as good as healing as Rafael, no one was, but Samael came close as he had been his Father´s favourite and God had made him as perfect as he was able to, making him the closest thing to his own power. So he was sure that he could save Michael´s life. That he could take care of his baby brother until he was completely healthy.
It didn't take long for them to be able to see Vega. The city was different at what he had imagined from what his demons had shared about it, but in a way, it fitted in a sardonic way. What before was called the City of Sins was now one of the last hopes of the human race.
As he and his third in command they approached the city limits, the Archangel extended his grace to cover them, making the radars useless and letting them enter in the city without the humans noticing. They flew directly to Michael´s nest; to the highest point in the entire city. Entering by the open window.
He deposited Michael in the enormous bed as careful as he could. The nest smelled as his brother but didn't look like it was habitable and it made his older brother senses go nuts with the necessity of rearranging things until it was a nest worthy of an Archangel, but he forced himself to focus on what was important at the moment. Healing Michael.
He was aware that Kael and the human that had a sense of something angelical were in the room, but as both of them were silent and still, not getting in his way, he ignored them for the most part as he pulled the sword of his little brother body and set it aside. Then, pull one of his feathers, wincing softly at the pain, and put it above Michael´s wound.
One was supposed to pray to Father as the healing process was going, but obviously, that was out of discussion. So he started singing instead: the same song he had sung for Gabriel because that was the one who spoke about his pain and his loss.
He chose that song because he was going to make that sorrow he felt was going to stay in his past. Since now that Father was gone, it was his right and duty to govern the host. Even if he never had wanted that position and had been more than happy to allow Michael to be His general and Heaven´s Prince.
But now, he didn't have a choice. So he was going to make sure to recreate the paradise they had lost, here in Earth, like many of his followers had imagined he would do once he won the war. Because he owned it with his brothers and sisters.
He wasn't capable of healing all the damage. But he did enough that Michael´s life wasn't in danger, the rest would heal on his own, maybe a week or two. Until that, his brother would be in a deep sleep, a healing one, and he would make sure that by the time Michael woke up, Vega and all his habitats were devoted to him.
Once that was done, convincing Michael to follow him shouldn't be so difficult. And once he unified Vega, he would take Gabriel´s forces and make them his. Then, he would move onto the other humans cities and would find his wayward sisters, Uriel and Rafael.
He would unite the host.
He would establish a new celestial empire.
But first, he needed to take Vega.
Samael turned to look at the stunned human. There was something off about him. He had noticed from the first moment but still couldn't say what. He seems normal at first sight, he smelled like Michael, but that only meant they were together a great amount of time, even if didn't smell like sex or desire. So the human wasn't his brother´s mate. He also looks like a soldier, maybe a second on command?
Kael pushed the human lightly in his direction, making the soldier wobble in his steps. He looked a little dazed, but there wasn't devotion in his eyes, thing that was strange as the human has listened him sing.
It was quite curious.
Samael touched his forehead with a soft touch. And with that simple touch, he learned all that was to know about Alex Lannon as his mind was an open book to him.
"Hello, Chosen One," Samael smiled brightly and sincere at the young Nephilim. The boy was Michael´s, that was for sure. He smelled like his brother and had enough light inside him to be considered a child of an angel. "My name is Samael"
Alex shuddered at the mention of what he was, but couldn't get himself to be scared of the powerful being now that he was smiling at him in that loving way. The terror he had felt before, wasn't there anymore. Now he felt safe and cherished in front of that impossible blue eyes, that had turned silver and gold in the little time he knew him.
It didn't make sense. But it also didn't matter; because Samael had healed Michael and for that Alex felt in debt with the Archangel.
"Alex." He corrected in a soft murmur. He didn't really like the title of Chosen One, he felt that it only had brought trouble to his life.
"Alex, then." Samael agreed, still smiling at the young male he considered his nephew. Happy for having been able to see this kind of miracle one again. After all, Nephilim was rare and most of them died young as his Father didn't quite like them, at least not as much as he liked humans or angels, even if He had a tendency of making them his Chosen Ones and used them to change the era.
"Is Michael going to be alright?"
The poor boy was so obviously concerned and scared for Michael's well-being that broke Samael´s heart. Alex didn't know he was a Nephilim, Michael hadn't raised him like a son. It was something so sad, but at the same time, it makes sense. They were living in a human city, if the humans had known what Alex was, they would have tried to kill him. And so would have other angels. Maybe, even Gabriel.
Without a doubt, it had been done to protect him. And taking that into the account, Samael would respect his brother decision and keep Alex parentage in secret.
"He will. His life is not in danger anymore," Samael explained with a somber, but soft tone as he looked back at his brother unconscious form, "He is sleeping now, would wake when he heals completely. After all, Empyrean steal is dangerous to us."
Alex relaxed slightly at his words, feeling relieved at the news. Two weeks of sleep was much better than an eternal one.
"I wish to speak with the General Risen," Samael informed Alex, returning his sight to the blond soldier. "We need to talk about what is going to happen from now on. Will you take me to him, Alex?"
Alex was taken aback by the question, but couldn't seem to find a reason to say no to Samael. Because the Archangel didn't seem to have evil intentions towards Vega or it´s people, after all, they could enter the city without being noticed and he hadn't used that power to do damage but to help Michael.
"Yes."
"Good" Samael concealed his wings and directed his attention to his demon and ordered "Kael, stay with my brother. Kill anyone who tries to hurt him." with a cold smile that made Alex shiver, but the angel only nodded his understanding to the command.
"Well, we must be going," Samael informed Alex, who immediately moved to the lift. He was sure that they could make it onto Clair´s home, he only wishes that General Risen is in it, because he has the feeling that the Archangel – like Michael– didn't like the people who wasted his time.
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General Riesen was a man who didn't get scared or surprised with ease, but the appearance of an Archangel in his office provoked in him the aforementioned emotions in him. The newcomer was a male that looked similar in age to Michael, but that was the only thing the brothers shared because this man eyes were silver and his wings were a pure white.
His presence commanded obedience. And his aura screamed power in a way he couldn't explain. He was something else. Something divine in a way no other angel was, even Michael and all his power had done this to him; Hadn't made him want to kneel and devote himself entirely.
That scared him. A lot.
"My name is Samael, the firstborn, the Morningstar" The beautiful being announced with a voice that could cast a spell on anyone that hear it.
"My little brother has been hurt for you and your race for the last time," Samael informed him, with a cold, detached tone that made him shiver as it was easy to imagine the worst hearing it. And he held his breath because he could almost feel the cold fingers of death closing against his –and everyone in Vega– neck.
"Don't fret, human," The Archangel lips formed a devilish smile. "I´m not here to condemn you. I´m here to save you."
The celestial being walked until he was a few steps from him. And Edward´s heart started to go even faster, almost as a tachycardia attack, because of the immense power the other held. It was frightening, as well as it was marvelous. It was something that reminds him of how different were humans and angels.
"I will put an end to this war one for all," Samael said and it sounds as the most breathtaking promise. "And you are going to help me."
Edward didn't have another choice, but agree. So when Samael demanded that he arranged a council meeting, he did exactly that.
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Samael eyed the room, seeing every influent person in Vega reunited because he had demanded it. He had some idea of who were these people, but that knowledge was based on Alex point of view, so he intended to know them, at least a little, before making a diction.
He had made himself invisible at their eyes and had been observing them for a few minutes. He now had a better idea of their personalities and he was starting to dislike many of the personalities of the triad that rule the city.
They were nasty creatures that didn't deserve to be in his presence. And neither did many of the other councils, he could felt their sins and wasn't happy with them.
"Why are we here, General Riesen?" Asked for the tenth time Principe David Whele. It was quite annoying.
Samael dispelled the illusion and let everyone see him. Many of the humans screamed or cursed, others were so shocked that remained in silence.
"You´re here because I wanted you to be," He told David with a dry tone.
"Who are you?!" The ignorant fool demanded to know.
"The name is Samael, human."
"He is here to take Michael's place as protector of this city until he recuperates." Added Riesen as an explanation when Samael didn't say another thing for a few seconds.
The room burst in murmurs, people were starting to panic at the idea of having their protector hurt and a new Archangel in the city. Many of them were wondering why the Archangel cops weren't in the room defending them.
"Quiet" Samael ordered as he extended his wings. The room fell silent.
"My brother is fine. He is in a healing coma and will awake in a few weeks. Until that moment, I will serve as sword and shield of this city," He says in a smooth voice that made almost everyone to felt safe and cared for, and with a soft smile. "You shouldn't have to worry, with me by your side, you are as safe as one could be because no angel would be stupid enough to attack what is under my protection."
"Yeah? And we have to accept your word?" The insolent man sneered in fury and fear.
"Who do you believe you are, human, to speak to me like that?" His eyes flashed gold and the temperature dropped until the tension was enough that could be cut with a knife. Everyone was speechless, in awe and fear, they all had known Michael for a long time. But they had never really understood what it means to be an Archangel.
They had all been desensitized to the power that held all angels, the power of the creator, the power of God himself. But Samael was as close to him as one can get. And now they experimented that power first hand.
But fear made humans, stupid.
The power hunger man tried to attack him as he cried a blasphemy. Samael send him to across the room with a gesture of his hand, the man was out cold, and when he woke up he would never be able to speak again.
The Morningstar didn't like to be crossed and wasn't a merciful being to his enemies. And this man had become one the moment he got in his way.
"I´m not asking your opinion" He informed calmly "I´m informing you of the new reality."
Michael sure was soft with the humans if they believed they had a say in what was happening, but Samael didn't have any problem of reminding them of their place. After all, they were alive because his brother – and Alex – wanted them to be.
Because of a stupid ideal. A simple whim.
"I don't like your way of ruling. Nor the actual voices that speak for this city. So I will choose a triad whose voices would be the only ones who I´m going to listen." His eyes turn blue once again and his face softens a little. "Obviously, this is until my brother goes back. You can return to what you had now if you consider necessary after that."
His words seem to appease the majority of them about the changes he wanted to enforce. Of course, he knew that that wasn't going to happen. For what he had seen in Alex memories, Michael actually wasn't interested in getting involved in the politic of Vega. He was much different.
"I will have Claire Raise, William Whele and Alex Lannon as the triad that rules Vega," As he spoke he eyed the aforementioned persons, connecting their eyes, permitting them to see his all the love he could to offer as well as all the cruelty he was capable. "The three of you will have the same power to make decisions, I want you to take the best interest of the city first and act from there. Also, your voices would be the ones I will hear as you´re my equals."
"Can...Can we ask why us?" Asked William with a reverent voice. He smelled like Gabriel, just enough to know that they were connected.
"Of course," Samael smiled gently at him. "I chose Clair because she would be lady of the city in the future and she seems to be a kind, but strong woman. I chose Alex, because he is the Chosen One, my Father´s last gift to your race. And I chose you, because I´m sure you will put your faith in good use and help the city to see the light."
All of it was true. But he also wanted Claire because she was a neutral part, Alex was Michael's and William was Gabriel´s, He wanted to see if these three individuals could work. If his and his brother´s ideals could coexist in peace or if he would be forced to made Gabriel and Michael hurt until they could only see his way. He wanted them to prove there was a hope in all this.
There was an uproar at the news that Alex was the Chosen One, because many of them still didn't know that little fact, but Samael didn't pay it any attention, because soon all Vega would know what Alex was.
"Also you would be the only ones who will be allowed to mine and Michael's nest, " He said still with a kind voice and a smile in his lips. What he was offering them was an honor, because a nest, was not only a place to sleep to an angel. No, it was a home, a safe haven. "You´re welcome to visit anytime you want, to talk or to see my brother."
This caused that Becca Torne to make an angry sputtering, but a look from Samael shut her up. He didn't wanted one of his brother´s whores in their nest. And that was what Senator Torne was, not matter what she thought, because she didn't had the mark of a mate. Michael didn't loved her. Not like she wished, and never would.
"The one who hurt my brother would be retrieved and dragged him this city, to pay for what he had done. I wish for you to allow the entry to my second in command and the load that her brings." Samael said. It sounded like a petition, but it wasn't. Even then, the new rulers saw each other, exchanging glances and then nodded when they reached a decision. Two of them wanted justice and the other one didn't need the attention of the entire council.
"Thank you," Samael bowed slightly as a proof of his gratitude.
"I also want to ask you for something else, I would like to speak to the people of Vega after you tell them the changes in their government" This also, wasn't a petition. It wasn't quite an order, either. More like a polite demand.
Claire smiled at him. "We would be honored for your presence. We will gather our people tomorrow night, at seven, if that is fine with all of us." She said as she looked at the other two parts of the triad, both of them nodded their acceptance. William also smiling and Alex with a small frown, he was a little uncomfortable with the new power he had, but also understood that it was a step that was necessary.
"Then I will be with you at seven," Samael said with a pleased tone. "Good night, council of Vega" as he turned and exiting of the room. He wanted to go back with his brother until Anra returned with Furiad. And he was sure that Alex could explain to Claire and William what had happened, so he could focus in his family.
He flew right back onto the nest, still maintaining himself hidden. His white wings were pretty much visible in the night, because they reflected the moon light. He didn't want to cause panic, so he would wait until tomorrow to let Vega and her habitants see him.
Thank you, Sam.
I´m so glad you liked my story.
And wish you enjoy this chapther.