»For a star to be born,
there is one thing that must happen:
a gaseous nebula must collapse.
So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.
This is your birth.«
Enjolras
New strength that ran through my veins felt like adrenalin, it felt like pure, raw fire. Much like a child taking its first breath, so did my body. With a big gasp of air I lifted myself up.
It was strange.
A reflection watched me from the puddle of crimson blood, next to my body. A pair of shamrock green eyes reflected from the surface, glowing like fireflies in the nightfall.
Those eyes belonged to me.
At the other end of the room Lucifer was being attacked by two creatures. One of them was Agrafena, the Grigori that hated me with whatever organ she had instead of a heart. She relentlessly struck at Lucifer from the side, attacking him with a short blade, but I could see that she was still wounded from the time Layla bit her. And one of her hands was bleeding, hanging completely useless at the left side of her body.
The other one was Mihael. He swiftly threw his silver sword around, striking metal with Lucifer.
And that was the first time I saw them. Wings of an angel. They were white as the first snow, almost twice his size, protecting him like scales of a dragon. Agrafena also possessed them, only hers were dirty with grey and one of them seemed to be broken.
Only an angel can see wings of another.
Lucifer...Lucifer had no wings. I recalled those burned scars ghosting across his skin, those feathers carved by fire, yet there was no sign of them.
All of a sudden I felt sharp pain in my upper back. My shoulder blades cracked apart and other bones shifted sideways, resulting in such physical suffering I've never encountered before. It felt like something broke and ripped my bones apart from the inside, slowly cutting through my skin. A loud scream exploded from my lungs, a loud scream of pure agony.
I fell to my knees, still feeling my bones twisting and turning, piercing my skin as if the skeleton was trying to escape the robe called skin.
And then it stopped.
Drops of salty sweat slipped down my face, over my lips and onto my tongue. I could taste the ache in them. I looked up once again, staring at the trio that gazed right back at me.
All of them with shocked expressions.
Lucifer had a large wound in his chest, followed by shallow cuts all over his body and across his face. Everything was covered in red except for his eyes. They were still human.
Slowly I placed one of my legs in front of the other, getting up from my knees. Something was dragging behind me, but it wasn't the purple fabric stained with my blood. It was something lighter, yet strong.

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