The Golden Prodigies

Chapter 62

Kaiden grabbed Milokan before the angel's face landed in the mud. The energy was too much for him and most of the other prodigies. "Milo?" Kaiden 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 Milokan wrapped legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. "You did so well."

"So did you," Milokan 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 Kaiden, Phoenix, and his mother, worried his soulmate. Milokan felt Kaiden's body tensing.

"My mother!" Kaiden looked around for his father. Jeronah 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."

Kaiden 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.

Hunter was still holding Jacota, despite his mate rapidly gaining his strength back. "Jay?"

Jacota glued his face to Hunter's shoulder, inhaling heavy breaths of his scent to help himself heal. "I'm okay," he said quietly. "We're okay."

Flora's smile was the only thing Hunter could think about, and every time his grandparents invaded his head, a peice 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.

Jacota waited a minute more before lifting his head and braving the views of the Rayson'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 William, then he relaxed. Apart from Hunter, they were the people who meant the most to him. He then searched for Anthony who was next to Margo, who sat by Flora and Alfred's bodies. Hunter's mother looked a mess, and Jacota could feel his mate slipping into the same breakdown.

"You should be with your parents." Sorrow flicked Jacota's heart. Hunter 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," Hunter said. Even his voice sounded tired. "I need to feel the pain. It's only fair."

Before Jacota could respond, Hunter kissed his head and pulled away, walking through the mud, stepping over bodies like he was a lost child, scared and confused.

Hunter saw Sam and aimed for a familiar face. Before making his presence clear, Sam sloshed through the mud and threw himself into him. "That was amazing! That bolt thing! Wow! Is Jacota okay? I bet that took a lot of his powers." Sam squeezed him tighter than his parents ever had.

Hunter's lips trembled when he tried to smile. He could count on Sam to somewhat cheer him up. "Jay's fine. W-We're all fine." He heard the despair in his own voice because not everyone was okay. Not his grandparents, Veronica, Nathan or Kayla. He thought he was prepared for death, but like Alfred said, nobody could ever be ready.