by Aya DeAniege
And again.
“Fuck me. Dark witches must be ripping the fabric of reality.”
“Not yet,” Sam said. “They haven’t crossed over yet. They’re simply gathering. The witches must have decided on a place and time for their ritual. They’re going to bring the wings into the physical world. Their decision to start this has altered the fabric of the future.”
“They may be using dark magic,” Gabe said. “Hence the fallen angel sign. It’s a massive undertaking, pulling wings into the physical world.”
“Ripping the boundaries of the universe as they do so,” Michael said.
“Demons want to get through, fallen angels want the wings for themselves,” Sam said. “All the others would simply be trying to get through. I have three, nine—fifty? Messages from various small demons around the city. Good to know they’re that afraid of us.”
“What are they saying?” Gabe asked.
“That they have a lead on dark witches,” Sam said. “They still haven’t figured out our system.”
“So what exactly is the plan of the witches here?” I asked with a shake of my head. “Make a big fuss and hope we find the right location? They’re aiming for us, right?”
Any angel would do. Any Heavenly Host would do. That may have been why they were causing such a fuss. They knew that if they made enough of a fuss, someone or something interesting would show up. Michael had always been the one to deal them a blow because it was his mess to clean up.
“No,” Michael said. “They’re aiming for me. It’s my grace they’ve figured out how to use. Therefore, we’ll give them me.”
Dark magic couldn’t work on me, nor could regular magic unless it took on physical form. With my grace, the mortal magic couldn’t wrap around me. For Michael, for Sera, I had to go with him to end it.
“They likely spelled Sera to say goodbye to the one on the phone,” Gabe said. “She likely didn’t tell them who she was actually on with. Hence the mother comment. The witches have contacted me and would like to inform us that they have detected black magic.”
“Black magic?” I asked. “As in necromancy? Or are they mixing up dark and black?”
“Don’t know, don’t care,” Sam said.
“It could be multiple problems,” I said. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
Dark magic and angel’s grace in a spell. We strongly suspected that the kind of magic they used Michael’s grace for was based on his capabilities. Michael was a warrior known for smiting entire civilizations, and so the witches used that grace for destruction, war, and trying to capture other angels.
Black magic was the art of necromancy. The re-animation of the dead usually. It was the pulling of spirits back to the physical plane of existence.
And it made me sick in a quite literal fashion. The nature of it conflicted with my nature too much.
If the witches were using black magic and dark magic, I would have trouble.
“True…” Gabe said, texting on his phone. There was a moment of silence, and then the phone pinged. “There’s only one event happening at the moment. They’re relatively certain it only just started, and are gathering coordinates now. It’s… they’re wondering if you let me loose in a music store.”
Sam smiled at Gabe, who glared back at him.
“It’s not funny,” Gabe said.
The last time Gabe had been in a music store, a world war had been brewing. We didn’t know it at the time, but he felt it, and Heaven was alerted.
“Lighten up, it’s quite amusing to everyone else,” Sam said.
“If I didn’t know whether your skin was stuck, I’d hit you,” Gabe growled.
In Heaven, Gabe could play any instrument except his trumpet. On Earth, doing so heralded coming war and destruction caused by the humans.
“We need to go,” Michael said, motioning to the door. “Universe ending devastation? Demons being let out of their area, to our area? Any of that ringing any bells?”
“This is not the apocalypse,” Gabe said in an annoyed and bored tone. “I’d know if it were the apocalypse.”
“Apocalypse is a fairy tale,” I added.
“You don’t know where you’re going yet,” Sam said. “Wait until we know. Then you can go off like a rocket. Gabe?”
“Apparently waiting,” Gabe said with a shake of his head. “I told them I wanted it updated to track witches. This is what happens when they don’t update it because they’re afraid of men.”
“You’ll take Raphael with you,” Sam said. “Since they’re his wings, if they do manage to break through to this plane, they’ll automatically return to him. Right, Raphael?”
I was going to go even if Sam tried to stop me, but it lightened my heart to hear him agreeing with my thought. Even if his reason for me going wasn’t the same reason I wanted to go.
“I think so, in theory,” I said. “We’ve never had to return wings in the physical plane before. The witches probably know by now that we’re involved with Sera, so why not just call us?”
“Because our numbers are unlisted,” Sam said. “And Sera has some complicated locking on her cellphone.”
“Fingerprint and then a pattern,” Gabe said without looking up from his phone. “I tried accessing it at the wedding because Toby told me I should learn what I can about her. No-go. Witches can’t use her phone to call us.”
“Call her,” Michael said. “Phones unlock when you get a call.”
I shrugged. “Worth a try.”
Bringing up Sera’s contact information, I gave her a call. The phone rang three times before it was picked up, but nothing said on the other side of the call.
“This is Raphael Angelica,” I said. “I believe you have something of mine.”
I looked around the room as I waited in the silence. On the other side, I could hear them breathing. I knew that they had heard me, and they were considering their options. They wanted Michael. He was the one that the original dark witch had stolen the feather from.
“We will text you the address of where you can pick it up. When we’re done with it.”
The call ended.
I swore and slipped my phone into my pocket. I tried to remain calm, but the fear was creeping in. Sera’s soul was made up of Michael’s grace. If she died, he would have his grace back. Which would be a very bad thing for the witches.
The witches didn’t know that, though.
And if Michael received his grace because Sera died, somehow I didn’t think that would count as him passing a trial. Father was a lot of things, but killing innocent women wasn’t something Heaven condoned.
“They won’t tell us until they have completed their ritual,” I said. “By then it will be too late.”
“Then they aren’t after Michael,” Sam said. “They must be after the wings themselves.”
“Which haven’t been cared for in ages,” Michael said. “The threads of fate alone would be something of a boon for them.”
“Why are you saying it like that?” I asked.
“When this is done, and you have your wings back, and I have my grace, we’re trimming your feathers,” he snapped. “That’s disgraceful, an arc angel walking around like that. Might as well be a human who didn’t shower for three days and then went out in public.”
“It’s not like hair!” I shouted back.
“It is,” Sam said. “But I also agree with Michael. Though, at the same time disagree with him. Yes, the wings should have been groomed, no, it’s not Raphael’s fault. What is going on in Heaven that the wings of an arc have fallen to disarray? They were cared for, weren’t they?”
I could only shrug and shake my head in response. I didn’t know what had happened to my wings in Heaven after I had left. One would assume that they had been taken care of, but there was no way to know for certain without being in Heaven.
“Toby would know,” I said.
“Got it,” Gabe said, raising his phone a little. “Witches are stupider these days.”
“Why
do you say that?” Sam asked.
“I have the location because the witches took Sera’s phone with them. I simply traced the phone, and that tells us where she is in a general sort of way and then, of course, you two do a little legwork but I don’t think you’ll need much work to find them. Light in the sky or any other sort like that. These are universe wrenching events.”
“Where, Gabe?” Michael demanded.
“I’ll text you the coordinates once they stop moving, but it looks like they’re headed north of the city, to a less populated area, obviously,” Gabe said. “Take the highway, and you’ll be well on your way. Have Raphael drive. You have your weapon, right, Raphael?”
“Yes.”
“There’s nothing else that we need to know about you or what went down in Heaven?” Sam asked.
“No.”
“Are you certain?” Gabe asked. “Because I don’t want to take another walk through Hell.”
“I’m certain that I know nothing else about Heaven, or what is going on,” I said. “I didn’t leave anything else behind.”
“Okay,” Gabe said. “You two had best head out then. Try not to get each other killed. And remember these are witches you’re dealing with.”
“We’ll remember,” Michael said, motioning to me.
I followed him out of the room and headed immediately for the front doors. We then had to walk to the garage to get the car, which took about ten minutes. But we had abandoned the driving companies a year previous. Grace thought it was a waste of resources and had asked that we spend the money on something else.
Instead of having drivers, we had raised the minimum wage for all of our employees by two dollars and gave raises to all the long-term employees. We ended up paying well above the minimum wage enforced by the government, and our turn over had dropped sharply.
The only time I regretted that decision was right then when having a driver would have made a great deal more sense and would have saved us a ten-minute walk.
In the garage, we slipped into my car, and I drove immediately. I had to drive the speed limit, which didn’t help my mood any, and I knew it wouldn’t help Michael any either. There was an awkward silence inside the car that stretched on and on.
When Michael’s phone began ringing, I sighed out in relief.
He pulled out the phone and answered it with a grunt. Then basically grunted his way through a conversation. At the end of the call, he slipped the phone back into his pocket and continued to glare out the windshield, rather than tell me what had happened.
“Well?” I asked.
“What happens if we don’t succeed?”
“She dies and goes to Heaven. The witches die because Heaven will come down on them, things go back to normal.”
“To us,” Michael said.
“I think that’s something to discuss on the off chance that we fail,” I said. “We are angels of the Lord. His chosen few, the best protectors of Heaven and the innocent. We don’t have a plan. We never do when we have to go after witches.”
“That’s true,” he said.
“So… after. After this all. We’re successful. Then what? Then we just share Sera? She’s super weird. You notice that?”
“Made by Father to get to us,” Michael said. “I mean, if she were a normal woman and asking for this, I’d seriously wonder if she were crazy. But Father made her to be my grace and then your wings just sort of got attached. She’s feeling the pull that Grace has toward Sam, but for both of us because she is parts of us.”
“Does that make it masturbation every time Sam and Grace have sex?” I asked.
Michael was quiet a moment. “Does that mean Sam is right, and I’m attracted to you?”
I flushed in embarrassment, and the awkward silence returned.
“I get Sera, you get the witches,” I said finally, as we left city limits.
“Excuse me?” Michael demanded.
“I save Sera, you deal with the witches,” I said a little louder than before. “What did you think I meant?”
“Uh, nothing,” he said. “That’s a good plan, solid plan. I deal with my mess. You save the woman who probably needs a healer. What if they overpower me?”
“Then I’ll save you too,” I said in an annoyed tone. “Don’t make me save you, Michael. It’d just be sad and pathetic. Do that thing you do. Witches have less magic than a knight of Hell does, you’ve taken on them before and won.”
“In Hell, not on Earth,” Michael said.
He pulled his phone out and looked at the screen. “Turn up here, just past the sign. They’re about ten minutes away.”
I turned where he directed. Then I shut off my lights and allowed the moon to guide me.
“What is with witches thinking the moon will lend them power?” I asked.
“Don’t know,” Michael said. “But it certainly makes it easier to sneak up on them. Is that a blood moon?”
“No, I think it might be a blue moon. I think that’s what Grace said. If it were a blood moon, it’d be a lot redder and we would have known something was going on before it did.”
“Right, dark witches,” Michael muttered with a shake of his head.
“Up here, that opening in the trees must be where they are.”
“I don’t see any Heaven-born light,” I said.
“Let’s hope that means they haven’t started yet.”
As Raphael pulled to a stop, I opened the car door and swung it shut carefully, closing it as quietly as I could. Raphael did the same, pocketing the keys as he squinted around him. I motioned with my head, and he gave a little nod. We headed off the road immediately.
Dark witches used regular magic more than they did their particular skills. They taught one another about the spells of the dark arts, but they rarely used them. Those arts required a very special ingredient. Either by tapping into the power of Heaven through my feather or by using actual pieces of the feather in their spells. Since I had ripped out my grace, they hadn’t been able to use the first option for their magic.
Real magic could slow an angel down, but it took green magic, the manipulation of plants and the world, to stop us.
There was likely a coven, which meant that they could pull such a thing off, binding us in trees or roots, even opening up a hole in the ground if they were strong enough, and burying us alive.
Not a problem for Raphael, but it was a problem for me. It would take a little time for me to dig my way out of the grave or the roots.
We heard them before we saw them, chanting away in the ridiculous language. They thought it was Enochian, but it wasn’t anywhere near that. Mortals could learn to read Enochian, but they couldn’t pronounce any of the words correctly. Heaven had taught the humans the language long in the past, and generations of teaching it in secret had twisted it into something else entirely.
It never worked as Enochian, that much we knew for certain.
Light blasted upward, like a spotlight almost, but blue in nature. It reached for the heavens and disappeared someplace near the moon.
Apparently the ritual had already begun.
We crested a small hill and came into view.
Sera was tied to some kind of altar on her stomach. Her back was facing the sky, her shirt having been ripped open. She was screaming and struggling as the witches began their ritual. Nothing appeared to be happening to her, but that didn’t mean the wings weren’t starting the process of tearing through her flesh.
The first bit of chanting was angel warding that surrounded Sera, meant to keep us from reaching her. I ended up stuck outside of a glowing white line that only I could see. Angel warding was the kind of magic that we typically destroyed, not allowing the witches to pass that information on but the dark witches always managed it somehow.
Raphael walked over the line and glanced at me, frowning just a little as he did so.
“Angel warding doesn’t stop you?” I asked.
He glanced down at the line, then looked back up at me.
“That’s not angel warding,” he said.
Magic wasn’t meant to harm us at all. We were to walk right through it.
Raphael headed for Sera as I stood there, poking the air with my toe and causing ripple effects of light across the circle.
If it’s not angel warding, what is it?
Sera began screaming as I stood there, looking like a fool. I was little more than a face to look at, at that point. Glancing around, I spotted the witches standing to the side, no warding around them.
There had been a time when dark witches would sell their souls to devils and demons for protection during their rituals. They would protect their sacrifice and then have a new, different layer of protection for themselves in the hopes of slowing me down.
The new generation was a great deal stupider than they had been before. If I couldn’t get through the warding to save Sera, the first place I was going was there.
I hesitated, just a moment, and pulled my blade from the astral plane. The blade began flaring in the presence of dark witches.
Or, more of, flaring in response to bits of myself existing in the real world. The blade was taking on the otherworldly blue that it had once had before I had fallen from grace. Little flames were springing up along the edges of the blade, responding to the feather that the witches must have had with them.
They were using dark magic in the ritual of theirs.
The only kind of magic that could contain a full angel was the magic that used the parts of an angel’s body. Dark witches had succeeded in capturing a lower angel or two with a bit of my feather in the past. It had not ended well for them at all.
They might be my problem to fix, but Heaven wasn’t going to allow one of its own to be captured and stripped for parts by mortals.
The full force of Heaven had come down to rescue the angel. Wiping out most of the dark witches and forcing them to start over again.
I glanced up at the dark sky.
Heaven wasn’t coming to help.
“Wanks,” I said, uncertain if I was talking about Heaven or the witches.
As I walked toward them, the blade hummed in warning. I swung the sword forward and poked ahead of me, like a blind man tapping with his cane. It didn’t look dangerous at all, but it was effective. My blade was capable of cutting through my being.