Barely An Angel (Completed)

20~ Together Again

"But how do we get in contact with them?" I asked. "They don't strike me as the type of people to talk to just anyone."

"They aren't," my father confirmed. "They only talk to higher-up officials in supernatural societies, and they only show themselves if the matter at hand is serious enough. They take their privacy quite seriously."

"Okay, but that still doesn't answer her question: how do we talk to them? At the very least, we need to get a message to them. I mean, is the matter of their own destruction serious enough?" Demitri scoffed.

Dad smirked. "I should hope so. That is why I'm going to call upon the help of my sister, Anna. I know she can get a message to them, she's an archangel. That's only one step removed from the Chancellor of Angels," he explained.

"Wait, I have an angel aunt? How come Mom never told me?" I exclaimed.

He shrugged. "I assume it never came up in conversation," he shrugged, waving the topic away.

"Wait, if she's your sister, how come you're not an archangel? That would make this situation a little easier," Demitri scoffed.

Veren smiled tightly. "As an angel, I'd have to earn that status, and frankly, I don't see that happening any time soon. I've done more than my fair share in the Chancellors' eyes to prevent that from ever happening." I awkwardly cleared my throat, knowing that he was referring to his relationship with my mom, and having me.

"So," I interjected, "The sooner we can get a message to Anna, the sooner we can contact the Chancellors and finally be done with the Fangs." My father nodded. "Okay, so, can we do that. Or what?"

"Yes, but it will take time. I might have to go back to Heaven to speak with her, or I'll have to figure out a way to get a cherub down here," he explained. The letters he usually sent down to me were carried by cherubs; they were able to enter and leave earth freely as they were the messengers between the two realms.

"How can we do that?" Demitri asked.

Veren shrugged. "Like I said, I'll have to figure it out. I might be able to use telepathy, but it would be weakened by the distance." His face suddenly lit up, as if he had just remembered something important. "Ramonalta, did you ever happen to plant that sangyris seed that I sent you a while ago?"

"Yeah...why?" I asked, confused.

"There's a spell, no, a potion that uses the sangyris fruit. It's a potion of communication, and it should work no matter the distance. If it worked, I could send a message directly to my sister without the help of a cherub," he theorized.

"Let's do that, then," Demitri proclaimed.

"There is a catch," my father added, looking straight at me. "You're going to have to make the potion and perform the ritual. I can't because I'm full angel, but I assume you've been able to perform magic before, hm?"

I furrowed my brows. "I mean yeah, but...what class is it? Or do potions even have classes?"

He shook his head. "No, they don't. Not like spells do. They instead have Tiers one through five. It's almost the same thing, but not quite. Tier 1 potions are practically enchanted water, whereas Tier 5 potions have the power to change your physical form temporarily. The communication potion I want to do is about a Tier 3, I think," he explained.

I shuffled my feet. "I can't believe they never taught us that at school," I scoffed. "Well, tell me what I need to do, I guess. I'll try my best to make it work."

Veren smiled warmly. "Thank you. I know you can do it."

***

My father and I parted ways with Demitri for the night. He went off in the direction of wherever he calls home, and Veren and I headed to our home, where my mother was no doubt waiting for us.

"So mom's expecting you?" I had asked as we stepped onto the front porch.

"Yes, she is," he stated matter-of-factly. "I told you, I came to see her earlier. She just doesn't know that you know I'm back."

I sighed, unlocking the door with the key that I kept in my pocket, and stepped into the threshold of the living room. "Mom, I'm home," I called out, my voice filling the silent atmosphere.

I immediately heard her footsteps rush up the basement stairs, and then she burst into the room. "Is...Demitri with you?" She asked, out of breath from her jog up the staircase.

I smirked. "Come in," I said over my shoulder. Dad revealed himself, closing the door behind him.

"She knows, Lucy," he chuckled. My mom laughed out loud, before she ran over to us and closed us both in a tight embrace.

"Oh, I never want to let go of you two," she sighed happily. We stayed there like that for a while, just holding each other close. We were a family reunited, and I couldn't be happier than I was in that moment. After what must have been a solid five minutes, though, I needed to sit down. I slowly pulled away from the hug, earning protests from my parents, but I managed to slip away anyway.

They continued hugging each other without me, my mom resting her head on my dad's shoulder. They looked so happy and grateful to be together again in that moment that I didn't think anything could possibly tarnish the mood.

But I was terribly wrong.

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Sorry it's a bit of a cliffhanger XD And yes, it's a bit shorter than usual, but I feel like I covered as much as I could for this chapter without having to end at a weird spot. So, tomorrow's chapter should be the usual length :) Till then, 

~R.J. ♡