A bright blinding light begins to pierce through his chest in all directions as he tries to mutter something, but it’s drowned out by a loud explosion as he evaporates into absolute nothingness.
Letting out another powerful victorious roar, the demonhorde abruptly stops attacking and realizes that their leader has been obliterated. They start to panic and retreat back to Hell.
“Evander,” Achilles shouts.
Turning, I rush to him and Frida. I see she has returned to her human form and is still alive. A wave of relief sweeps over me, but is immediately replaced with concern about her horrible wound that doesn’t seem to be healing.
Scooping her up as I apply pressure to her wound as best I can and take off toward Heaven’s gate. Just like before, what seems to be almost instantaneous I reach the gate and Uriel.
“Take her to the medical wing now, and if anything happens to her I will kill you,”I shout as I turn back. Rushing back to Perseus to see if he is still alive, I reach him just as Achilles does and I notice a look of bewilderment on his face as he sees me as if to say ‘what the hell have you become’.
Shaking it off and turning our attention back we are both shocked to see that he is still alive but covered in a black oozy almost tar like substance and is screaming in pain. Achilles leans down to pick him up and touches the black substance.
He jolts back and shouts, “Mother Fucker.” I look at his hand. Somehow it got burned and is beginning to blister. Seeing that, both of us grab Perseus and rush him back to the gate, to safety and hopefully in time to save him.
As soon as we reach the gate, Achilles commands a handful of angels to take him to the medical wing immediately. We check our arms, and just from carrying him we are both badly burned as well, but it doesn’t matter we still need to find Lucius.
“Ugh what the fuck hit me?” Lucius says groggy and dazed, staggering to his feet. We both take off toward him andbefore I know it I’m standing next to him, helping him up. Looking back Achilles has only covered half the distance. But within that second that it took me to reach him my wounds are fully healed now.
As Achilles reaches us I see his wounds are beginning to heal as well. “What the hell happened?” Lucius groans, grabbing his head. Then he looks at me. “What the hell happened to you?” he asks, looking behind me for some reason.
“You got blindsided by Mammon and knocked unconscious,” Achilles replies.
Why was he looking behind me?Checking to make sure no one is sneaking up on me, I finally noticed them. Two large wings have sprouted from my back, starting black at the base and up the arm, then fading into brilliant white feathers.
“The other two are in bad shape and are now headed to the infirmary. We came back to get you and headed there, this battle is all but won now. The angels can handle the rest of the demons,” Achilles says.
”Evander, when we get back we need to have a talk with all of the Archangels to understand not only what you did here today, but what has happened to you,” he says looking at my wings.
Chapter 8
As we pass through Heaven’s gate I look back over the bloodied battlefield and watch the remaining demons disappear through Hell’s gate. Letting out a sigh of relief, I transform back, looking over my shoulder to see that my wings are gone as well.
“Evander we need to get to the others,” Lucius shouts.
Stepping through the portal we are dropped rightoutside the armory. We quickly rush to the infirmary to check up on Frida and Perseus. Just as we walk in, Uriel stops us.
“I wouldn’t go in right now, they are in worse shape than we initially thought, but they are alive,” he says then looks at me. “If you ever threaten me like that again it will be the last thing that you do,” Uriel says in a stern and commanding tone.
“Well, if it comes to that then we will have to see if you can deliver on that threat,” I snap back as I push past him to see Frida. As I make my way through the facility there are angels rushing all around me. Grabbing one of them, I demand, “Where is Frida?”
He points down the hall to a separate part of the hospital.
“Frida and Perseus are in there being treated for their wounds,” he replies.
Running down the hall, I reach the door leading into their room.
As I push the door open I’m greeted with the sight of two angels finishing the bandages on Frida’s abdomen and three angles removing the black ooze from Perseus’s body while treating the horrendous burns that he has from it.
Walking over to Frida’s bed I see her head tilt up just a bit.
“Evander, is that you?” she asks with an extremely weak voice, as she reaches for me.
“Yes, Frida, I’m right here,” I reply, grasping her hand and stepping closer to her. “How are you feeling? I thought I almost lost you,” I whisper as I take a seat on the side of her bed.
She groans as she tries to adjust her position but is too weak to do so.
Looking at the head angel in the room I ask, “Why are they not healing at the normal speed that they should be?”
