Song listened to during this chapter: 'Power' by Little Mix ft. Stormzy

The attack had come out of nowhere, during a day of rest no less, and no one was prepared as much as they should have been. The Power's rushed to gather their weapons, the Archangels moved swiftly to the defense at the head, Principalities jumped into motion as quick as they could. The gatekeepers did as much a good job as they could keeping the intruders from breaking through, but even they had their limits, and soon enough they were able to break through.

Fledglings were corralled to the Heart Hall as quick as they could be, under the protection of Cassiel and Diniel, the Archangels little fledgling among them as they were ushered along. With every step she made, running with the crowd, being ushered forward by three older sisters, she watched the shrinking form of her friends wage battle against the invading demons.

The battle shifted, when a screech filled the air, and the bright icy grace of her choir master glowed around them as the temperature dropped to near freezing.

Ignoring the urging of one of the caretakers, the tugging on her arms and shoulders, the fledgling slowly came to a stop. Staring with wide eyes where the explosion had come from, something in her snapped, something broke, it was the same scream that had rang through all of Heaven when the Morningstar's wings had been broken by the Prince, before he was shoved over the abyss.

Their Choir Master had just returned to them again, in whole, and things were just starting to get better. It was slow but it was happening. They couldn't lose him again. She wasn't sure they could live through that again, losing him all over again, it had hurt the first time, nearly killed them all and if it were to happen again it would perhaps succeed this time.

Laylah removed her hand with quick haste, shaking it out to cool the burn, from where she had it pulling at the immovable fledglings shoulder. The poor thing was watching the fighting with apt attention, as though trying to find sight of someone close to her heart, and the caretaker looked quickly to the others, frantic in the need to get all the little ones to the safety of the Heart Hall.

"Come, they will be fine, we must go."

She tried again to grab at the fledglings arm, and the skin of her hand bubbled even in the mere moments she had made contact, and she pulled her hand back with a soft shriek watching as the skin welted and melted away layer upon layer.

"They hurt Luci."

"The Morningstar is second of Heaven's command! He can care for himself well enough! Come now!" though she implored the fledgling to follow them all, she dared not touch the young one again, already nursing on charred hand.

Laylah's eyes widened as the little thing balled her fists tightly, a glow beginning to form around her clenched fists, spreading slowly up her arms, over her torso, until it consumed her entirely. Little eyes turned to look over at her, and instead of the cool blue the fledgling was known for, they glowed a bright blue, the wind seeming came to stand still around them, nothing moved. Nothing at all.

"No."

Light wisped of her; purples and blues and yellows, the color of the galaxy. Of a star being born. Exploding into being. And Laylah took a shocked step backwards from her. Eyes tracking her movements as the fledgling held a glowing little hand out, fingers outstretched in front of her, the glowing glare cast at the invading clan of demons. Those who had hurt her Choir Master. She focused on them and them alone, her star unbreakable, and slowly her fingers began to close. The air around them was sucked away, slowly but steadily, and though they didn't choke, down the way in the midst of their fighting, the attacking demons did. They grabbed at their necks, eyes popping widely at the sudden loss of precious oxygen, staring in horror at their opponents. The fighting came to a standstill, the warriors watching as their common enemy buckled on themselves, fingers digging into their necks as they choked for even a morsel of a breath, but none came to them.

The other fledglings, whining in fear of the sudden turn of events, went ignored behind the fledgling bringing their enemy to their knees.

Her fingers clenched closed once more, as tightly as she could manage, and some of them fell over in unconsciousness from lack of oxygen.

Laylah stared at her in awed silence, not daring interrupt the precious moment, lest it fade from sight. She has been the caretaker of fledglings for as long as there had been little angels to tend to, and never before had she seen one with so much power at such a young age, it radiated from her wisping away from an unseen force, light from the tail of a comet shooting across the sky.

And just as soon as it was there, it was gone, dark replaced light, and Laylah hesitantly reached out with her free hand as the remaining demons struggled to their feet in an attempt to resume where they had left off and sighed in soft relief when her hand was not burned on contact.

"Come now!"

Finally, little Akeelah nodded, turning in her hold and following the rest of them towards the Heart Hall to wait out the completion of the wavering battle and the call of safety to ring through for them.

With the majority destroyed as they were, it was no hard matter to deal with the rest, still trying to recover from the shock as they attempted to attack once more. The stood staring at the ones who had fallen, choking for breath, digging sharply at their throats as though to force it down.

"What the heck was that?"

The Messenger voiced the thought on everyone's mind, watching as the Healer tended to their brothers pierced wing, he noticed the thoughtful and knowing look that crossed his captains features as he too stared at what was left of the first fallen ones.

"Zaves, you know what this is?"

Another interrupted him, a small Grigori, stepping forward from examining a lifeless body more closely.

"This is the vacuum of space. The complete loss of air. Nothing but space."

Kokabiel knew space rather well, it was his dominion, and he had witnessed the creation of the stars, aiding in some of their births. He looked the Archangel dead in the eye.

"The explosion that followed has not been seen since the creation of the galaxy. I do not know who did this, nor how, but it someone who needs to be watched more closely. They are more powerful then we can acknowledge without proper observation." He kicked over a burnt corpse, burnt to a dark crisp from the heat of a supernova, and he shook his head "We are only lucky they are on our side. Whoever this may be has the power of creation in their grasp. Creation and evidently destruction."