Zyaire grabbed Arzhel before the angel's face landed in the mud. The energy was too much for him and most of the other prodigies.
"Zhel?"
Zyaire said, holding his chin and tapping his cheek. The angel opened his eyes. They returned to their usual green, brighter than healthy grass; opposite to the ground they stood on.
"Come here." The demon picked him up, and Arzhel wrapped legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. "You did so well"
"So did you," Arzhel mumbled, struggling to keep his eyes open. Maybe that was for the best. He didn't want to see the bodies covering the field.
With a sigh of relief, he exposed his wings and stretched them. No demons were around to grab them. The fact that no demons were around apart from Zyaire, Phoenix, and his mother, worried his soulmate. Arzhel felt Zyaire's body tensing.
"My mother!" Zyaire looked around for his father. Micah was nowhere in sight. "They must have run when the other demons were dying."
"Go find them. I shall curl up in a tree and rest." Zyaire looked down to his barely conscious mate with a small smile. "We're not separating. You're sleeping in my arms, nowhere else" With a flap of the demon's golden wings, he flew off to find his parents, leaving two big footprints in the mud.
Zayn was still holding Liam, despite his mate rapidly gaining his strength back. "Li?"
Liam glued his face to Zayn's shoulder, inhaling heavy breaths of his scent to help himself heal.
"I'm okay" he said quietly. "We're okay."
Athena's smile was the only thing Zayn could think about, and every time his grandparents invaded his head, a piece of him died with them. He would never be able to make new memories. The ones inside his head were the last ones, and he will cherish them forever.
Liam waited a minute more before lifting his head and braving the views of the Malik's field. He didn't like the quiet stillness. The dead were silent, and not a lot of beings made it through the night.
It was expected for more angels to survive. They were stronger than werewolves and demons, and skilled fighters.
The God of lightning found his father and Harry, then he relaxed. Apart from Zayn, they were the people who meant the most to him. He then searched for Ares who was next to Eirene, who sat by Athena and Carlos' bodies. Zayn's mother looked a mess, and Liam could feel his mate slipping into the same breakdown.
"You should be with your parents." Sorrow flicked Liam's heart. Zayn not only looked destroyed emotionally; his eyes were painful to see. They were empty and lifeless, resentful and lost, mournful and raged. his face was caped in mud.
Dried blood covered the left side of his forehead from a head wound. A puffed up bruise sat under his eye, collecting the pooling blood. He had various wounds all over his body. "You need to be healed-"
"No" Zayn said. Even his voice sounded tired. "I need to feel the pain. It's only fair."
Before Liam could respond, Zayn kissed his head and pulled away, walking through the mud, stepping over bodies like he was a lost child, scared and confused.
Zayn saw Louis and aimed for a familiar face. Before making his presence clear, Louis sloshed through the mud and threw himself into him.
"That was amazing! That bolt thing! Wow! Is Liam okay? I bet that took a lot of his powers." Louis squeezed him tighter than his parents ever had.
