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FORTY-NINE

FORTY-NINE

The moment Ashley stepped into the living room, she felt it. She felt them. Ravin tensed as she did next to her.

"What is it?" Damon asked, sensing their stillness. At his observation, the room of vampyre and dracan went silent.

"They're here," was all Ravin said, the thunder in his voice making the two words eerie. Like the calm before the storm. Vampyre's from around the forest rushed back towards the hotel at the silent command Ashley sent out. Ravin called his own vampyre's in the same way.

As though in sync, the two originals raised their heads at the sight of the grass beginning to glow. They went outside, Damon followed behind with Ashley's Brotherhood standing around him, but for Sparrow who stood by his new found mate. And Ashley saw Mortimer glancing at Willow.

The Archangel's made the glow changed from green through the colours of the rainbow, through to colours that didn't exist on this realm. And Ashley knew exactly what they were doing. Using magic to distract, to make the vampyre's fall in awe. Ashley took her vampyre's sight, temporarily, but she took it so that they couldn't watch, Ravin did the same to his. Yelps of surprise sounded at the sudden loss of vision. But with a command from the originals, they stopped whimpering and stood ready to fight when needed, they told them that they would get their vision back, but until then, to use instinct.

As the Archangel's began to materialise, Ashley fought the habit to bow. Yes, she may have not seen them for many centuries, but thousands of years of habit was hard to get rid of.

Ltiradon stood tall and proud in front of four other Archangel's. For a moment, Ashley wondered where the other two were, surely the Archangel of Knowledge and Healing weren't dead.

Ltiradon's shoulder black hair was streaked with gold. And that same golden looked like molten metal in his eyes. He stood around seven-six and his victorious gold and buttercup yellow wings were enormous, big enough that they would be able to hold him up in flight.

Dtiroya stood to his left, her skin, hair, eyes, and wings were all a sooty black. Showing her rage. Or readiness for battle. She would be the one to watch, the Archangel of Destruction, as she moved like a shadow in battle.

Jtirgees, the Archangel of Judgement stood to Dtiroya's left. His pure white eyes made him look blind, yet Ashley knew he had perfect vision. He was scanning the crowd of vampyre's, dracan, and he paused for a moment when he saw Damon, before his eyes continued. Jtirgees's hair fell like a rainbow and his wings on the inner were jet black with silver webbing, the outer was crystal white with black lines.

The first on Ltiradon's right was Ftirre, the Archangel of Fire. He was shorter than the others, yet he still towered over all of the vampyre's and dracan. His eyes, hair and wings looked like a burning flame, constantly moving, constantly burning.

Btireaut, the Archangel of Beauty was of Ftirre's right. He was the tallest here at around eight-seven, or would be unless Ashley or Ravin shifted into their demonic forms. His hair, eyes and wings were diamond. Yet, they moved and flexed like they were alive. The setting sun behind made the luminous green leaves behind him, turned his diamond wings a green tinge. And just as perfect a diamond could be, so were his features. No, they were more perfect. More precise.

"Ellengæst of Æ," Jtirgess started, bringing attention to him. "You have gone against our laws, for that alone, you are to be punished. For harming an angel, for killing an angel, you will not be forgiven. Now, take your sentence and kneel before us. You will die this night."

"Why?" Ravin demanded, his voice rocketing through the ground, through the sky to reach the Archangel's. "Why is she to die?"

"She created the Brotherhood, another race," Dtiroya started.

"She bound herself with a dracan, an Elite no less," Ftirre.

"She bound herself to an angel, mate or no," Btireaut.

"She bound herself to another ellengæst," Ltiradon.

"She killed our kin," Jtirgees.

"Overall," Ltiradon summarised. "She is too strong for this world. For good and evil to balance, she must die. Unless..." there was a moment of pause. "You come back with us. Alone, of course."

Ashley growled at the thoughts of leaving her mate. "No. I have fought for you for over five thousand years. And after you sent Diyran with his human army, I fought for myself and mine."

Ltiradon nodded as though Ashley had said what he'd expected her to say. "Then, as Jtirgees said, you will die tonight."

Snarling, Ashley shifted into her ten-four, black, red, and white scaled demonic form. Her claws ran along each other, sending the sound of sharpening kitchen knives over the field. Her snarl echoed through the trees and Ashley was sure that she would have a lot of shocked to stillness vampyre's if she'd shifted while they still had their sight.

Rushing forward, it was Dtiroya who clashed with her. Ftirre slammed into Ravin. A solid blow to the stomach met Ashley and she snarled as she stumbled with a grin pulling at her lips. She'd forgotten how strong the Archangel's were. The thought of Vivian rose and Ashley connected herself with her. Grabbing onto the Archangel in front of her, Vivian's power started to pull power out of the Archangel. But the Archangel didn't fall, or scream. Or, she screamed, but it wasn't in pain but rage.

Moving quicker than a snake, Ashley managed to dodge Dtiroya's next blow, still gripping onto the Archangel's other arm. Spinning from the dodge, both the Archangel and Ashley stumbled in surprise. They paused to see a pissed off Damon. The sight made Ashley purr at him as his wings spread slightly behind him for balance. Her Brotherhood stood around him without blocking his view as he prepared another two-toned fireball. Suddenly Dtiroya froze.

"He is the Son of Light," her voice was a little more than a whisper, but it made Ashley freeze as the Archangel spoke.

The Son of Light. Some called him God, others the Devil, but those that knew the truth, knew him as the Light. He created the Archangel's as the Archangel's created the originals and the originals created vampyre's. He was the Creator. The First. The one that, if it were not for him, nothing would exist. But how had Dtiroya figured that out? Why did she think that?

"Why do you say that?" Ashley demanded the Archangel mentally as they stood frozen on the battlefield that had slowly paused as Ashley and Dtiroya had frozen in their battle.

"No other Archangel has white in their fire," Dtiroya replied, more so because shock held her thoughts in pause. "While yes, we have two-tone, the colours blend, his are contrast. White and Red."

  

And it was that moment that the field was blinded by a white light.

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