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“So umm, do I have to draw that symbol thingy with my blood like Ricky does every time he summons Luc?” I asked uneasily, mimicking a small grimace as the thought of actually cutting myself and practically forcing Azrael to come back after everything that transpired in these last few hours seemed so...unappealing.

After all, he strongly expressed his desire to get away from me as quick as possible only moments ago...

I bitterly reminisced, watching Raph roll his eyes in annoyance before quickly responding in “duh” tone,
“You guys have a bond, remember? So how about you just use that instead?”

“Oh that...” I weakly mumbled, my eyes reluctantly lowering to the fiercely glowing symbol on the inside of my wrist.

“Yeah that,” Raph’s retort reached my ears as my gaze still remained trained on the visible proof of the said bond, uncertainty flickering deep within me.

Is it still there though?

And if it is, is it still strong enough to call him right back to me?

I wondered, my gaze trailing all the way back to the “couple”, looking at the visibly tortured half-goddess clinging so tightly against Raph’s arms as he firmly held her back against his chest, preventing her from any other attempt of taking another step in my direction.
That pained look in her glowing eyes was still there, along with the unstoppable tears as she kept whispering those same words over and over again,

“I’m sorry...I’m so sorry...Please forgive me...”

God...

I have to do this. I have to at least try...

I encouragingly whispered to myself as my gaze remained trained on the desolating scene before me, blowing out a tired breath.

Fuck...Here goes nothing.

Lowering my eyes back to the damned mark I blankly stared at it for a few moments, my heart starting to beat a little bit faster inside my chest as nervousness bubbled up within me.

Holy shit. Let’s do this. I’m gonna do this. I’m gonna summon the shit out of that grumpy-ass archangel.

Wrapping my other hand around my branded wrist and then placing my thumb over the symbol, I let out a long and calming exhale, every other sound or movement around me now completely ignored as I let myself relax and focus, soon feeling a tingling sensation washing all over my skin. And before I could even realize, my palms shifted to press against each other on their own accord in a praying position, not even feeling the cold ground beneath me as I bent one knee.

And very soon after that, my eyelids fluttered closed, feeling that strong pulse within me only increasing, sending wave after wave washing all over me before they released themselves from the corporeal confinement of my body and dispersed into thin air, each stronger than the last one, like a glowing beacon in the dead of the night.

Pulse after pulse, my body and mind became even more synchronized, focused on that invisible string pulling even closer and closer, harder and harder...Until I could vividly feel that all-too familiar warmth and fresh scent reaching my nostrils and wrapping all around me, greedily taking in a generous amount before my eyelids fluttered open again, only to suddenly find myself staring at what looked like a dark shirt.

Holy shit.

And the moment my gaze finally trailed upwards, my breath suddenly stopped inside my chest as those dark blue oceans stared right back into mine, completely still.

I did it. I fucking did it.

My mind screamed at me as I widely stared, unblinking at the beautiful yet so annoying creature before me, after all this time still losing myself into those endless midnight skies, over and over again, no matter how many times he fucking screws up with my fucking heart.

Oh god.

“Ahem.”

I instinctually startled at the sudden and unexpected sound of someone rather roughly clearing up his throat, soon noticing Raph intently staring between the both of us as Azrael had moved out of my line of sight.

“We have to do it. Like, right now,” He warned as his dark eyes averted to Azrael, giving him one of those “shit’s serious” looks.

“Okay, so what the fuck are we waiting for? Let’s get that thing out!” I quickly piped in as I obviously couldn’t stand a minute longer the tension of being so close to him and yet so far, watching how they all three suddenly stopped to awkwardly stare at me for a few moments.

What the...

My brow rose, wondering what the hell was so interesting to see before my gaze eventually lowered, only now realizing that I was still half-naked as I stared at my lacy bra for a few seconds, not even bothering to cover myself up anymore since they’ve already had plenty of time to look anyway.

Oh fuck...

I mentally moaned, feeling like giving myself a hard slap.

What the fuck is wrong with me? How can I be so goddamn oblivious?

I nearly cried out loud before noticing how Raph looked between me and that crumpled shirt Daya was still clutching in her shaky hands for a few moments before snatching it away, intending to throw it straight towards me.

Oh yes! Smart boy.

Only before I could even reach for it a large palm suddenly appeared right in front of me, swiftly catching it.

I stupidly blinked a few times, failing to understand what the fuck just happened, before I suddenly noticed Azrael quickly taking his own off and handing it to me afterwards, before pulling Rem’s over his back and dressing himself with it.

Ookay...

I dumbly stared at him for a few seconds, watching him struggle with the visibly smaller shirt for a few moments as he kept trying to hold it together and button it up over his torso before he eventually gave up and simply let it fall at his sides.

Only the moment his dark and glacial gaze trailed back to me I quickly sobered up and dressed myself up as well, not even daring to ask what was that all about, casually noticing Raph and Daya walking past us, but not before hearing him rather rudely throw at me,

“Could you do us a favor and next time, remember to put some clothes on before getting out of that freaking room?”




**Daya**



I could hear my own pulse banging so wildly inside my entire body, from the tips of my fingers and all the way to the very center of my chest as I widely stared, unblinking at the raven-haired male sitting so casually on the very table I had almost lost my soul only a few days ago, that vivid memory still clinging so tightly against my mind, vehemently refusing to give me peace whatsoever.

That face...Those frightening and hollow eyes...

The painful echo of my own desperate wails...

The sight of my own blood...

Red...Red...

“Red,”

Rapidly blinking a few times I quickly snapped back to reality, my gaze refocusing back on Raphael.

“It’s okay, come here,”

I warily eyed his outstretched hand, my gaze trailing back to that beautifully angelic face, looking at the way those perfect lips curled into a kind and genuine smile and the way his dark brown and warm eyes gazed right into my own as he calmly waited.

“Come on, it’s okay. You’ll be safe. I promise,” He gently beckoned, feeling myself almost unconsciously giving in to his sweet pleas as one step after the other, my body slowly carried me closer and closer, until I’ve found myself standing right in front of him.

My cheeks faintly heated as once close, his gaze roamed all over my features in such a way, almost like taking his time to admire every aspect, every curve and every edge.

I let out a shaky breath, the moment I felt his hand gingerly grab my own, pulling me even closer.

“I have to hold you back so you don’t hurt yourself, or anyone else. You know it will hurt really bad since this is the real deal and all that...”

“O-okay...” I meekly nodded, failing to even register the words coming out his mouth as his arm swiftly made its way around my waist.

“Come here,” My lips let out an almost inaudible squeal as I felt myself being effortlessly lifted off the ground and turned around, feeling his burning warmth wrap around me like a blanket as he then carefully placed me on the table as well, sitting right in between his legs.

Sweet, almighty gods.

I thickly swallowed, my breath turning a little bit erratic as his arm wrapped around my torso and hands as well, carefully holding me in place whilst the other loosely snuck around the base of my neck.

Only the moment I noticed the Archangel of Death determinedly making his way straight towards us every last bit of courage left in me went right through the window, trembling and whimpering like a scared little child, eyes wide as all I could see was that horrifying image.

“Hey hey, shh...It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’m here. I’m here with you. You don’t have to be scared. I promise everything will be just fine, okay?” I could hear Raphael soothingly whisper in my ear, his hand giving mine a reassuring squeeze.

“Just relax...Everything will be okay...I promise...”

“Okay...” That sole word unconsciously made its way past my lips as I felt him gently pulling me even closer against his chest, my eyelids fluttering closed on their own accord.

“Are you ready?”







**Blake**



I anxiously chewed on my bottom lip, already feeling so nervous about this whole deal as I watched Azrael make his way towards Raph and Daya, not failing to also notice the way she kept shaking like a scared little puppy.

Holy shit.

Oh she’s shitting her pants allright.

But so am I. And I’m not the one sitting on that goddamn table, waiting to get freaking torn apart by Death.

Jesus.

I crossed my arms over my chest in order to hold myself still as I watched Raz stop right in front of Daya, lightly tapping my foot against the wooden floor, failing to even acknowledge my brother’s sudden presence.

“Well that looks like a very interesting “sandwich”...”

Stupidly blinking a few times, my nervous tapping abruptly stopped, momentarily averting my gaze from the trio to give my brother a “are you fucking serious right now?” look.

“What?” He innocently replied, giving me one of the most nonchalant stares ever, making me want so bad to just fucking smack him over the head.

Damn. Isn’t he such an insensitive idiot sometimes...

“Aw come on, Blake, don’t be like that! You know everything will be allright! Raph is the old Raph now, everything goes as planned, and she’ll be fine! You know he will keep her safe and shit!”

“Everything will be fine, you’ll see. So stop freaking out, okay?” He soothingly added, giving me a side-hug and a peck on the head.

I let out a long and tired sigh, lightly shaking my head in annoyance before averting my gaze back to the “atomic trio”, just in time to see Raph giving Raz a small signal, as in giving him permission to start whatever crazy supernatural shit he was about to do.

Whatever it was, I knew it wasn’t going to be good. I could feel it in my bones. And through the bond as well.

Well damn.

I took in a vigorous breath of air, mentally preparing myself to stay strong no matter what.

However, the moment I took a better look, my breath effectively stopped inside my chest as I stared at Azrael’s reflection in the large window behind Raphael, noticing that hollow blackness in his eyes.

Holy fuck. Oh god.

I fought the desperate need to look away, swallowing hard as I could feel the bile rising in my throat, only now feeling the warm and larger hand squeezing against my own.

I fleetingly turned my head to the other side -since I knew Ricky was already there, on my left- meeting Luc’s gaze.

He only gave me a small, reassuring smile before both averting our eyes back to the scene before us.

However, nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

Whispering a few words in a language I have never heard before, Azrael’s BARE HAND forcefully sunk deep inside Daya’s chest, earning nothing but a tiny strangled cry as those emerald green eyes stared right into his own, blank and wide like one of those freaking anime characters.

Motherf...uuck me sideways.

My entire body remained completely still, not even fucking blinking as my mind struggled to process what was happening there, right in front of my own two eyes.

Shit. Shit. Holy fucking jesus christ. Fuck. Motherfucking hell. Fuck.

Wide-eyed, I watched all that deep red blood trail all over her stomach and drip onto the floor, the time seeming to stop as none of us dared to even breathe while they blankly stared at each other, completely motionless for a painfully long moment...

Until those vivid green eyes started to slowly glow brighter and brighter...

And before we could even realize what was happening a luminous and powerful blast sent both Raph and Azrael flying against opposite walls. A terrified scream tore through my lips as the ground lightly shook beneath us whilst all windows violently exploded at the same time, sending millions of small shards flying all around the place.

“Holy shit! Blake!” I could faintly hear my brother’s voice over all that ringing in my ears, barely noticing when he had shifted closer to shield me away from all that.

Struggling to hold myself on my own two feet my hands tightly clutched against Luc’s shirt, noticing his equally shocked state since he was now facing my side, before my eyes trailed over Rick’s arm back to that table, only to watch Luc’s child lie there in what could only be described as pure agony as an extremely loud and horrifying wail scared the living days out of me, staring wide-eyed and absolutely petrified as a streak of bright red light went right through the ceiling and floor like a transparent barrier between us and that table, before it all abruptly stopped.

Completely shook and breathless, I widely stared between Raph’s dazed state and Azrael’s completely unconscious form, my mind still trying to process what the hell just happened.

They didn’t make it.

They didn’t fucking do it.

It was still there. The Sin was still there.

Oh fuck...

My mind spewed, after a few prolonged moments finally registering the relentless ringing that no doubt was coming from the front door from a while ago, dumbly blinking a few times as I briefly wondered...Who the fuck would ring at such times and with such insistency?

And since I knew we were currently the only ones present in the house I eventually turned around and exited the room of horrors, blindly making my way towards the front door.

Only the moment I finally opened it, my jaw fell to the ground as I found myself staring at six young males, all completely naked.

What the fu...

My breath caught up in my throat, thickly swallowing as my gaze rose to the one standing right in front of me, noticing how his amber eyes ever so slightly glowed as they leisurely trailed all over me, the corner of his lips curling upwards into what seemed like a very dangerous smirk.

Holy shit. This can’t be good.

However, I slowly exhaled, the moment I could hear two sets of footsteps coming from behind as I knew that now I was safe.

And just as the sounds stopped, feeling that comforting presence of the two males standing right behind me, I watched the male right in front of me raise his amber gaze past my head, raw anger and determination glinting inside those fiery gems, his tone so frighteningly calm as he said,

“Well hello there...Father. May we come inside to retrieve our dear little sister?”




**•End of Book Two•**

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