Aeternum {Malum AU}

Aeternum ~ 0.6

~Part 0.6~

•Copyright © 2016 PennyPurpleSky

"Cal?" He whispered, his head spinning. His free hand raised slowly as if he was about to touch the boy and make sure he was actually there but Ashton pulled back his hand and the image disappeared. He gasped.

The Angel, now free of the Shadows that had pulled back, took a few steps back and inspected his hurt hand. One of Michael's nails had managed to dig deep into his flesh, forming a disgusting round wound that was black around the edges. He gaged slightly; that was gonna leave a nasty scar on his pale palm.

"What did you do? Where's he?" Michael whispered, too shocked to corner the Angel again. He had stepped back as well, allowing Ashton to breathe more freely. In reality he had done it because he didn't want the Angel's nasty blood on him. "Bring him back!"

"He's here!" Ashton yelled, pain surging through his body. He wanted to scream; what had just happened was exactly the reason why he didn't want to come here. Michael had attacked him only seconds after he had opened the door.

Ashton was really scared he wouldn't survive the night.

"He's right. I'm here." Calum whispered, trying to calm the erratic boy. He wasn't as shocked as Ashton expected him to be, most likely because during the past decade or so he had watched his boyfriend lashing out on innocent people one too many times. He knew all about the bloody red eyes, the shape-shifting and those shadows that looked as if they had their own will. The only thing that scared him was that he almost got the sweet and innocent Guide killed because of his stupid plan.

Michael's eyes changed quickly back to their normal color at the sound of the voice he missed so fucking much. He looked around frantically, though the brunet boy was nowhere to be seen. He felt his anger coming back, his instincts telling him to kill the stupid Angel that was messing with his mind but he knew Ashton was innocent. Michael Clifford was a high-ranked Devil for years now and there was no way an Angel would be able to deceive him. Not only that but he really doubted that Light's soldiers could be that tricky. "Why can't I see him?" He asked as calmly as he could, which in reality wasn't much.

"Because Calum is a Soul." Ashton said through clenched teeth. "And souls are invisible to- oh, holy poop!" He gasped once he applied pressure on his wound. Blood was still coming out and Ashton wanted to go home.

"Michael do something!" Calum hissed as he saw the Angel's face twisting in pain.

"What?" The boy with the purple hair laughed. His eyes wandered around the wounded guy, having no clue as to where Calum was standing. "Why should I help him?"

Ashton rolled his eyes. He was in pain and really not in the mood for this. Hadn't been for his oath, he would have never stepped a foot in that cursed house. "Because you can only see him through me." He stated flatly.

The Devil cursed loudly his fucking stupid luck. He murmured for the two of them to wait and he disappeared into the house, coming back after a few seconds with a few medical supplies. He tossed them to the Angel. "Here. Stop bleeding all over my fucking door."

It wasn't much, just a few bandages and some alcohol but it would do for a while. The Angel wrapped his hand, sending a prayer to his Lord to help him deal with the pain for the time being. He knew the wound would need the help of a Healer to close and stop hurting but thankfully it wasn't something he couldn't endure for the time being. "Thanks." He murmured, his good manners getting the best out of him.

"Whatever. Let me see him again now." Michael spat, his patience growing thin. He wanted Calum, not that stupid Angel.

Ashton's eyes danced between Calum and his enemy. He obviously knew more than Michael over the situation and he also knew he had to use this advantage if he wanted to make it out of there alive. "I can't."