The Golden Prodigies

Chapter 59

Many of you are asking when the book will be over. I want to say that around 7-10 chapters are left, but it's very hard to tell! :)

- Sian

Panuleon could hear his name being called and scooped Corey up in his arms. With the demons temporarily distracted by their deceased leader, the angel exposed his wings and flew to the house.

Hunter and Sam were leaning over Anthony who struggled to stay awake. Hunter was about to shout for the angel until he felt a hand on his shoulder, moving him out of the way.

Panuleon placed his palms on the sides of Anthony's face, breathing deeply and concentrating on pushing his healing energy to the tips of his fingers.

William sat with Scott who had turned back into a human and wiped grace's blood from his mouth. William held tissues to his dad's eye. The blood spread across the tissue at an alarming rate. The wound was deep and needed immediate attention, but Scott was patient. He wanted his friends to heal first.

When Anthony was better and able to sit up, Panuleon moved onto Margo and healed her broken bones.

Hunter felt like he could finally breathe, knowing that his parents would be okay. As much as they've angered him and lied to him, he loved them with all his heart and losing them would have been the worst outcome imaginable.

Sam patted his brother's shoulder with eyes moving around the room.

Hunter looked up when Sam's hand tightened and started to hurt him.

"Flora," Sam whispered, seeing the old woman lying on the ground. Alfred had lifted his wife's head and placed it on his lap. He twiddled her grey curls around his fingers, humming gently to himself.

Duke and Madison sat together, and Sam couldn't tell if they were crying or not.

Hunter scrambled to his feet and ran across the kitchen. It felt like his legs wouldn't move fast enough like he was running through mud.

"Nana!" He crouched next to them, his heart thumping in his chest. "Is she- is she breathing?" he asked Alfred. A cold tingle of dread stabbed the back of his legs when Alfred's eyes looked devastated, despite the calm smile on his lips.

"She hit her head hard. We have ancient bones you know," the old man said softly. A tear fell from his eye when his gaze fell to his wife. "I've been ready for death for a long time. Now that it's here, I'm not sure if I was ever ready at all."

Hunter's breath caught in his throat, refusing to think about what his granddad's words meant. He pulled Alfred's hand away from Flora and rested fingers against her neck.

He waited, counted, ignored the fact that Flora's skin was cold and he felt no warm blood running through her veins. He didn't see her chest rise and fall; he felt no breath coming from her mouth, he felt no heartbeat.

Nothing. Flora was gone. Her soul was no longer in her body. His Nana was dead.

Alfred watched his grandson's hands as they started to shake. Hunter's face paled and his eyes heated with approaching tears. "Panuleon?" he whispered. Feeling the muscles in his mouth twitching, wanting to scrunch up and cry with agony. "Panuleon!"

The angel climbed to his feet, but he could feel it. Her death weighed down his heart like someone tied it to bricks and chucked it in the ocean. Death suffocated him. He knew when a body was a body. No life. No soul. No spirit.

"I'm so sorry Hunter," he said quietly, resting an arm around Corey's shoulders. "There's nothing I can do." He approached them anyway, knowing by the horrified expression on Hunter's face that he would scream at Panuleon to try, not believing that this was the end.