Chapter 14

When Stiles woke up for the first time he had no idea where he was. Clearly he was still in the forest but he was behind bars. Okay so they weren't bars exactly but they were wickedly sharp pieces of metal that sprung up from the air in order to keep him and Lydia 10 ft away from the Angels. Wow Angels, Stiles wasn't sure that they really existed but hey you never know apparently.

"She's not as strong as she says she is" Lydia said quietly looking at Diana who was dripping with some silver like substance. Blood, Stiles realized, that must be her blood. "The death toll around the world is down to 50%. She doesn't have as much power as she should. She will never stand a chance against Luke. And you want her to stand a chance otherwise all of our wolves will die"

"Ah, lookie here! The humans are awake. Sister darling can you introduce us?" Azreal just snarled at him. Stiles finally saw why Diana wasn't getting up. She was on her knees, with her legs spread pen as far as they could; her wrists were tied behind her back to the ground. Silver blood dripped from a slash across her neck and blood was pooled around her.

"You can't kill me. I am death" Azreal said snarling to her brother. "You will never be me. You have always been jealous of what I can do. Of the power I can draw without even lifting a finger. Death will always be around; destruction however will only last for a while. After death people have no choice after destruction they can gain hope and you lose power. After death I gain power and it stays with me forever. After destruction people rebuild and move on with their lives. After death more people die. Death will always be around, destruction will only happen because you force it to."

"Wrong answer sister" Two metal spikes rose up from the ground and tore through her elbow. Azreal screamed in pain and silver blood dripped down the metal, shining in a twisted beautiful way.

"DIANA!" Stiles covered his mouth as soon as the word was out. She wouldn't die but the babies, the babies could. "Fight back! Do something! Please! The babies! Derek! Harry!"

"That's enough out of you mortal" A bar of earth rose up and hit Stiles effectively knocking him out"

The next time stiles came around Diana was still in the same position but this time Abaddon was the one dripping blood.

"Guess you do have some power sister. But we both know that the power you gained from that werewolf won't hold out much longer. There is only so much you can do before you exhaust your resources. Maybe I should give you more power. Which one do you want the grey one or the black one?"

"Derek! Wake up dammnit! Diana needs you! Wake the fuck up! HARRY! Wake up! She's going to die! Dammit Harry wake up!"

"Oh, Stiles that's not going to help! They're asleep! And they will be asleep for a very long time!" Abaddon said smiling. Clearly this man had a few bolts loose.

"Clearly you underestimate the power of human love"

The fight between a werewolf and an angel is not one that is meant to last for a long time. The fight between an immortal and a mortal should not last more than a couple of seconds. But a fight between two immortals can go on for centuries. Time will pass without either of the immortals noticing, humans caught in the middle will die during the bloodshed. And in the end both will be alive and the ground will be coated in silver. A fight that's has an immortal –werewolf-immortal will not last very long. Especially if one of them is weak and can't even stand up. A fight that involves immortals, humans, werewolves and a witch should never happen. But one is happening and Lydia is caught in the middle of it. Unable to do anything as black fumes rose up from stiles unconscious body and into Diana; fueling her power, but somehow only ending in her shedding more blood.

"Stiles? Stiles please wake up!" as Lydia shook Stiles she only managed in turning him over on his back. Stiles started to spasm as red started to mix in with the fumes that were rising from his body. His eyes opened to reveal glowing golden eyes. "STILES!"

And then there was only darkness

'What the fuck is going on?' Stiles asked himself as he rose from inside his cage, leaving his body behind. 'am I dead? Derek is going to kill me! I won't survive! Omygosh Lydia is going to kill me! Maybe now I can go get help. But who is going to listen to a 19 year old ghost. Um how about nobody…

"Sister, darling, we don't have to fight! Just say three simple things! They won't kill you! Well not completely" okay WTF is up with this guy! He really is insane. But he looks so much like Diana or Azreal I can't doubt that they're siblings. But clearly something wrong between during this time. Why is he so obsessed with what Diana has and can do?

"Never" Azreal snarled back. Omygosh she is looking right at me. Why is she looking at me? I'm dead. Wait duh Angel of Death obviously she can see dead people. Shes cocking her head to the side. Towards the sleeping wolves. Does she want me to try to wake them up or something? Now she giving me the 'Stiles fucking do something' look. Okay okay I'm on it! I will try to wake he wolves up. Cause a ghost can totally wake sleeping wolves up.

Derek.

I can't believe we fought over such a stupid thing. And we still haven't made up, maybe I overreacted by saying all those things but now he could die. And he doesn't know that I love him yet. Dammnit Derek wake up already! Please?! Isn't this enough punishment! Why!? Why now?! At this point Stiles was sobbing into Derek's fur. Peter Hale was lying across from Derek his throat thorn out slowly so he could heel but it was still painful and slow. His blues eyes open, Stiles was pretty sure that Peter could see him but he wasn't sure. Peter let out a pitiful whimper and kept his eyes on Stiles, begging him to put him out of his misery.

"It's time to make a choice Sister. The grey wolf or the black wolf?" He wouldn't. No he couldn't kill Derek. Over Stiles dead body. Oh wait. Maybe it was a little late for that…" Or you you could just say that simple phrase. 3 simple little words"

"Fuck you" Azreal spit out

"Again, wrong answer"

To Stiles horror a metal shard rose up from underneath Harry's body exactly where his werewolf heart should be.

"HARRY!" Diana started sobbing, bloody tears ran down her face. "You son of a bitch"

"Aw I don't think mother will appreciate being called that" Diana offered no response. She was too busy crying and cursing in what sounded like Latin. Abaddon just smiled and multiple spikes rose up from the ground again.

Into Azreals back through her stomach.