The Angel King (boyxboy)

Prologue

Ireland, 1649
Green, gentle hills sloped down into a valley, in which a small town seemed to have popped up amidst the flowers. The night sky was clear, and the moon was bright. It should have been a beautiful scene, but for the fire jumping from building to building, and the muffled screams that came from these buildings.

On the other side of a hill, there was another kind of screaming, only this one was filled with fury.

Two boys were facing each other, both of them near tears. One of them had slick, jet black hair, with onyx eyes and a silver circlet around his forehead. He was gripping the forearms of the other boy, trying to avoid his furious punches.

"Will, please," the first boy begged. "Please listen to me!"

The other boy - Will - had bright green eyes and a light splash of freckles over his nose and cheeks. He had a halo of blond hair that was whipping across his face.

"I hate you!" Will shouted. "You liar! You traitor!"

"I know!" the first boy said miserably. "And I'm so, so sorry. But please, my love, you can't -"

"Don't call me that!" Will howled. "My family is down there! Anna... Jamie..." He twisted around to look towards the village. "You have to let me go down there!"

"No," the first boy said firmly. "You'll be killed. I can't allow that to happen."

"You ripped my heart open!" Will cried. "You've lied to me about everything. Is-is-is Luke even your real name? You-you're a demon! Why do you care if I'm killed?"

Luke sobbed. "I still love you. I am sorry for lying, but if you knew who I was..."

Will growled in frustration and finally managed to rip one of his arms free. His fist connected with Luke's mouth and black blood burst from his lip.

Will yelped and scrambled away. "What the hell?" he half sobbed.

Luke cursed and wiped the blood from his face. "Will, please. Please, my angel, please. Just... let me take you somewhere safe. Please, before Cromwell's forces get here."

"It's your fault Cromwell is here in the first place!" Will yelled. "You son of a bitch!"

"I can't be blamed for my brother's actions!" Luke protested.

"Oh trust me," Will seethed. "You can be blamed. You're a demon, just like he is. Now, with any luck, Anna and Jamie are still alive. I'm going to save them and you can't stop me!"

"Angel!" Luke was starting to sound genuinely desperate. "I know I'm evil, but I do love you, I swear." He reached out to caress Will's cheek.

"No!" Will spat. He reached down the front of his shirt and pulled out a necklace with a wooden pendant: a cross. He flung it at Luke's direction, who flinched away before it could touch him.

Now, livid, Will stepped forward. "By the power of God, I curse you, demon," he hissed. "Everyone you love, everyone you lie to... They'll leave you. I curse you with death, you asshole."

AN: Welcome to Book Two! :)