(Loki's POV)
I slit my wrists, three on each wrist. Blood gushing out like water in a river. What startled me was that my blood was blue. Not red. But after a few moments, it turned red. Black spots started dancing in my line of vision. I laid down on the cold ground, curling up into a ball, arms out and exposed. I let out a deep breath and close my eyes emrbracing darkness. The last thing I heard before I fell was a man calling Ira's name.
"Ira!" I scream, sitting up. When I realized it was all a dream, I calmed down a bit. My heart was racing and it felt like it was about to explode out of my chest. We have dreams of each other. When you do that usually meant your soulmate is about to run into trouble or already is. Father's words rang in my ears. Ira. I struggle out of my bed but was held down by a pair of hands. I turn to find Father holding me down by my shoulders.
"Father, let me go." struggling against his grip. "I must go to Ira, she is injured, please father." Father shakes his head.
"No son. Nicholas and Morgan will take care of her. You must rest." He states. I knew I won't be able to persuade him so I reluctantly laid back down into the bed. Odin released his grip and sat down next to me.
"Father, I have a question." Odin nods "In the dream, I had of Ira. She sliced her wrists open, but what startled me was her blood was not red, like a mortals. Instead it was blue. Why is that father?" Odin looked at me with a look I could not decipher.
"And when her blood flowed out it turned red after a few moments." Odin said. I stared and nodded.
"Yes. But how did-"
"Loki, Ira is no mortal. I guess that was obvious. She is not a god of course. Her blood would have been gold. She is not a mortal. Or her blood would have been red. Tell me Loki, who do you think she is? You've read many books about different types of people. Who do you think Ira is?" My mind scrambles through the many books I have read. Searching for the answer. I closed my eyes, and looked through every page of every book. Then it hit me. I gasped and my eyes shot wide open. I looked at father, my expression giving away that I realized what Ira was.
"She's," I looked at father. he nods. "but how? That means she must be banished from there if she were to roam on Earth."
"No Loki," Odin shakes his head. "She is seeking asylum on Earth."
"But why? Tell me father. Tell me everything I need to know."
(Ira's POV)
(A/N: Beginning of a dream)
"Ira. Ira wake up!" I open my eyes to find my family looking at me. They smile at me.
"Am I dead?" I ask. They shake their heads.
"No darling. You are dreaming. Nicholas was able to save you in time." Mother states.
"But I don't want to live anymore! They are being so cruel to me."
"Sweetheart, you must forgive." Father says I shake my head.
"No, not now. But in time maybe I will." They nod their heads. Then all of a sudden pain erupted in the middle of my back. I scream and curl up into a ball. I look up at my family with faces of sadness.
"What's happening to me!" I manage to yell.
"You are changing little one." Michael says.
"Into what!" I yell. My back felt like it was being torn and then nothing. Nothing. I open my eyes to find my family looking behind me in awe. I turn and I gasped. I had wings. Wings sprouting from my back. The wing on my right was white as cotton. And the wing on my left was black as coal. I spread my wings and was awed by their wing span. It was as wide as two school buses together. I turn to look at my family. They had their wings spread out, but theirs were smaller than mine. Michael's, Mom's, and Dad's were white. But Lucifer's were black.
"We're angels?" I ask. They nod. "Then that means you are not my real mother and father are you." Mom and Dad nod again.
"But we are your real brothers, hence the reason why your wings are both black and white." Lucifer explains.
"What kind of angels are you?"
"I am Azrael, Archangel of death." Father steps up.
"I am Gabrielle, Archangel of god. Also the hero of God." Mom says
"I am Michael, I am the greatest Archangel, second to you of course." Michael explains.
"And I am Lucifer, former prince of Heaven, now the king of hell" Lucifer states.
"Then what am I? Michael you said you are the greatest archangels, second to me."
"You, Ira, are the most powerful archangel. You are more powerful than all the angels combined. Even more powerful then all the people of the nine realms combined. God created you for balance. You are the angel of destruction and restoration. The angel of death and birth. You are nothing and you are everything."