Greg's body arched sharply from the impact, the tree he was thrown into cracked in two. With a heavy 'thud' he sat on the ground, blood dripping from his panting lips. Reaching up, his fingers touched his chest where his blood oozed from a small wound, rolling down from his left ribcage to his belly button. Spitting on the ground, he forced his trembling body to its knees, trying to will his body to hold on. A bad thing about an fallen angel is that once an amount of sin or evil enters their soul, it becomes much more harder to heal. Especial by the hands of a pure blood.

"Give up Greg. I can make your death quick. You will feel nothing."

Looking up, Greg snarled. Albert stood, his blade dug in the ground so he could lean on it without falling. Greg smiled to himself. No blood laid on Alberts body but Greg got the sickening satisfaction of knowing the pressure bullets hit their mark. He AT LEAST broke three ribs and damaged his wielding arm, making the blows he was swinging less effected. But still, they did hurt.

"Piss off." Greg spat, pushing himself to his feet. He wouldn't let anyone take James, not even the lord himself. Albert took a breath before yanking the blade from the ground, with a shout he lunged, throwing the blade over head as Greg braced.

"He's bleeding!" James covered his mouth with both his hands, his eyes wide to the sight. He had to stop this. He didn't know what he was asking for when he begged Greg to protect him. He thought Albert and Mathew would give up and go away and leave them alone. But this? He trembled before he let out another shout at the sight of Gregs blood spilling from his open wound on his chest. Dashing forward, his wings appeared on James back, stretching out over head. He asked Greg to protect him, now he was going to protect Greg. He lurched but his body smacked into the ground, giving him a mouth full of dirt. Coughing, he looked over his shoulder to see Lucas standing above him, his right foot planted into his back, pressing him into the cold grass covered ground. "Release me!" He demanded, but Lucas only watched the fight, his leg keeping locked.

"Help him and I'll cut your wings off myself."

James eyes widen at the threat. "Why? Why wont you help him! If you love him then you should be stopping Greg from being hurt anymore."

Lucas rose a brow slowly at the statement before his arms crossed, his wings russling before folding upon his back. "Who said I loved him?" James lips parted, moving a little in his shock. "B-But…you said.."

"I said he was mine. I never said I loved him."

James looked away, his fingers curling into the grass. "What if he dies?" He whispered. Lucas took a deep breath before rolling his shoulders, his tail moving gracefully in the air behind him.

"Then he was not as strong as I thought he would be."

James closed his eyes tightly, the sounds of metal clashing, Alberts roars and Gregs shouts echoing over head. He covered his ears, trying as hard as he could to block them out, the block out the sounds, the smell of Gregs blood. "Stop it."

Greg cried out when Alberts blade graced his back, almost lapping off his right wing completely. Turning, his leg shot out to knock Albert blade aside, giving him enough room to slam a pressure point into Albert throat, knocking the angel back, crushing his air way for a split second.

"Stop it…" James pleaded quietly.

Dirt and rocks flew in the air when Albert hit the ground. His voice choked off from the pain. His body was crushed with a painful push when Greg fell on top of him, fist threatening to rip Albert stomach wide open and rip his organs right out. "Whose your daddy?" Greg hissed with a sick smile as Albert coughed, blood spilling from his lips. Those green eyes flashed with rage before he began to glow orange. With a cry, a shield formed around him of pure orange light, causing Greg to jump back with a curse, his hands trembling, burning. His clothing smoked and sparked at the flames that Albert released.

"STOP IT!"

"STOP."

A voice boomed over head making the four still. Albert laid upon the ground panting, Greg standing a few feet away, holding his burnt hand. Lucas removed his hold from James back, quickly backing away. A strange power came from that voice and it made Lucas heart stop. He felt a pressure, a heavy push that forced him to back away. No demon could go against this power. That only meant one thing.

Authorities.

James lifted his head slowly to glance. He felt warmth, light brushing lightly along his back. He knew this feeling, this power. He looked over to Greg, seeing his friend flinch and fall, his hands quick to cover his face. The holy light burned his eyes, even thou he was not pure blood of a demon, the sin and lust of evil that swam threw his being could no longer stand the holy light above him. James got up slowly, his body trembling. So much blood, Greg was in pain. His feet scuffed along the ground as he rushed to his side, his wings spread out to block the light, to hide Greg in the shadows he cast. "Its okay." James whispered, watching Greg hiss and glare up at him, those blue eyes now red, his fangs baring out to him.

The clouds all but seemed to have vanished, letting the gentle sky once again show. From above, James watched, keeping himself before his friend, protecting him. From above, where the voice spoke. A flash of light shined. Like a blink of an eye, another being stood between James and Albert. Another angel. A male who stood tall and proud, blond locks brushing along his high cheeks bones, curling slightly at the nape of his neck. Soft blue eyes glanced from Albert to James, showing James his tan skin and thin lips. He had boyish features and charm, making him look very handsome to a mortal eye. His body was covered in a button up white shirt that held maroon strips. A red tie wrapped around his throat. The shirt was tucked into a pair, what James came to known as 'denim' jeans. White feather wings hovered on his back, giving him the status and aurora of a greater being. With a turn, he faced James, making the younger angel draw back, his hand quick to reach back and snatch Gregs knee tightly.

The blond hair angel gave a frown before speaking, his accent hitting James ears like a waterfall to a stream.


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"Chase too??"


"I've come to retrieve you James."

"Y-You can't." James was quick to bear his marked hand, a weak smile on his face. "I-I've been claimed, I can not pass-"

"You are a Miracle James." The Authority stated calmly. "You can remove that mark yourself with your will. Now, you must do so and return with me." This fact made James sink back a little. Greg only reached out, his arms quick to wrap around James chest, pulling him close, burying his face into the back of his neck. The Authority turned his back to them for the moment, to glance down at Albert. "You have done enough. Return home." Albert looked away, shame washing over his face. With a nod, he began to move, pushing back to his trembling feet. The blond angel took a deep breath before making a sudden move. His arm snapped out and a gasp ripped out from afar. Like a whip, Mathew was pulled from the bushes in which he laid, coming to a dead stop before the other. "Mathew." The Authority growled, causing the other to shiver, his head bowing. "You have failed to keep an eye on your subject and risked the very soul of a Miracle. Instead of approaching us and asking for our help, you deemed it doable to fight on your own. A choice you made that was wrong on all accounts."

"B-But I ha-"

"Save your words." He snapped, making Mathew withdraw. "Our master awaits your return and HE will choose your punishment. Now return with Albert, I will clean up the mess you made." Removing his hold, Mathew fell to his knees, horror and pain covering his face. It took a while, but he began to move, making his way back to Alberts side, disappearing from their view. James was now alone with Greg and the unknown angel.

"James… You must return with me."

"I wont let you take him."

James pressed his lip, feeling Gregs arm tighten their hold.

"Please…." James begged, "Let me stay."

He looked to James and those blue eyes sadden. With a shake of his head, he turned fully to face them, his arms going limp to his side. "I can not. I've been asked to take you home, by any means necessary." Greg moved then. Pushing himself up, removing his hold on James. He began to step forward, hissing threw his fangs. "Then bring it pretty boy."

James eyes widen as Greg stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "If you do not come with me James. I will be forced to kill your friend… I do not wish to cause you such pain." Greg laughed out bitterly before flexing. Greg would die first before he let James be removed from his side.

"….Okay."

Greg's body jerked, like a whip across his spine. His tight muscles began to loosen as he turned, his eyes wide. Behind him, James stood, his head bowed. Gregs wings began to fold, his hands lowering back to his side. James curled his fingers into a fist, his eyes cast in shadow from his bangs. "James?"

"…Okay. I'll go."

Gregs eyes widen as James took a step around, painfully making his way to the others side. Greg could not understand, why? James wanted to stay with him, even he wanted the young angel. Everything felt better when his brown hair purest smiled at him. He… He didn't want to lose this feeling. As soon as James was beside him, he snatched his arm, pausing his movement.

"Don't….." He whispered.

James turned his head away, unshed tears filling those brown eyes. James trembled in his grip, struggling to keep himself from weeping. Greg held on tightly, he was willing to fight, he was willing to cut any being that stood before him, anyone who threaten to take this new feeling away.

"If you leave… I'm alone…"

James hiccupped, those tears falling, trailing heavily down his cheeks. "If I don't…" He gasped looking over to Greg finally, letting him see the pain James seem to be suffering inside. "If I don't… you will die."

Greg let his grip go then, letting James pull away. He watched him, his young friend wipe at his own face with his sleeve before rushing away. Gregs eyes slipped to the ground, his fingers tingling from the warmth he now missed, the feel of James heat.

The blond hair angel held out his arm to James as he rushed to his side. A hand to his shoulder, James looked up to him, seeing his sad smile. "You are pure." He whispered, "to soften your heart to a fallen. Come, say the lords prayer with me and return home."

Grasping his hands weakly, James bowed his head, his tears falling as the angel before him began to whisper.

'Our Father, who art in heaven.

Hallowed be thy name.'

Sniffling a little, James closed his eyes tightly, his shoulder trembling. He did not want to leave but to know Greg might fall, that his last breath would be taken just for the greed James felt. The greed of wanting to stay on this world. He couldn't do it. So with a trembling voice, he spoke.

'Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.'

The light above began to shine, casting them in its warm glow. The blond angels wings spread out wide, basking, while James kept praying, feeling his feet leave the solid ground below.

'Give us this day, our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses,'

James opened his eyes and looked over, letting them settle back on his friend. Greg stood there, alone, broken to his spot. He watched with cold blue eyes, his wings drooped low. James wanted to reach out to him, wanting to touch him one last time, but his hands were held tightly by the other, lifting him slowly away.

'as we forgive… those who trespass against us.'

James kept watching Greg. So many things he wanted to tell him, wanting to share with him. Would he be able to touch this earth once he was back home? What will become of him? Of Greg? Looking back to his clasps hands, the black mark that throbbed began to fade away, like sand in the wind. To see that mark go away, it felt as thou someone reached in and touched his heart and began to squeeze, crushing it. In his pain, he heard another voice that was not his own nor the angel before him, whisper out the next verse.

'And lead us not to temptation

But deliver us from evil.'

The blond hair angel looked back with James, watching as Greg stated the last verse. His voice strong and gentle. The blond angel gave a bow of his head while James tilted his head in hope. Greg simply looked to him and, to his shocking eyes, Greg gave him a gentle warm smile as he whispered out the last word. Shutting the last door for their fate.

'Amen'

Like a breath of fresh air, they were gone. Greg stood there alone, staring at the empty spot that once held his friend. His smile slipped and slowly, he began to fall. To his knees he slumped before falling face forward into the grass.