“Unfortunately, my powers aren’t nearly as beneficial here on Earth,” Michael said, his words spoken so low Eclipse knew he had to be projecting the words.
“Well, I fucking hope you have a plan,” Stygian growled.
“I do, but Obsidian’s probably not gonna like it.”
“Try me,” Obsidian barked.
Probably not a good thing to say to an archangel.
The sudden blinding light was enough to have Eclipse closing his eyes, and when he opened them, Michael was…
“Holy. Fuck.”
He wasn’t the only one who muttered the words when he realized what had actually happened.
Obsidian stepped forward, breaking the daisy chain of wings, but he had good reason. Those fucking wings of his had expanded to twice their original span. No longer was one of them black, they were both brilliant white. The only thing brighter was the blade of the sword he wielded.
The thunder continued as Obsidian broke off in a jog toward the demon gunning for them.
Eclipse was fairly certain the world stopped turning in that moment when Obsidian and Eevuhl collided. But it wasn’t only Obsidian. Michael had merged with the male and that cataclysmic amalgamate was a strength not even the most powerful of demons could hold.
Obsidian wielded that sword as though it was an extension of his arm. It felt like eons as the two battled it out, while Eclipse and his brothers held their breaths, maintaining the barrier between the battle and the mansion.
The roar that sounded could’ve been the demon, could’ve been Obsidian, perhaps a combination of both, but by the time the winds settled from the displacement of air, there was only one standing.
The other was dissolving as the steel blade pierced its chest, sending it back to its maker where it belonged.
No sooner had Eevuhl headed off for his eternal damnation in Hell than Obsidian turned around and … collapsed, falling face-first to the cold, hard ground in front of him, like a statue that had been cut off at the knees.
As it became evident there was no longer a threat, Eclipse released a breath, his brain kicking into high gear. He broke rank as he started racing toward his fallen brother. The others were right beside him, moving as though one toward the one who needed them most.
It took three of them, but they were able to carry the unconscious male into the mansion, bypassing the front door and going right through the destroyed wall.
Unable to vanish because of their burden, they carried Obsidian’s limp body belowground, down the stairs, weaving through the tunnels until they reached the medical unit, which was … completely empty.
For about a second.
A storm of people came from all directions. Fae, vampires, angels, even humans, all flooding the space, questions and comments filling the air, panic continuing to rise though the actual threat had been eliminated.
But it wasn’t over. Not yet.
Eclipse was able to help ease Obsidian down to the floor, but he lost his shit after that. His mind scrambled as he pushed through bodies until he found the one he was looking for. Orianna was walking alongside Bijou, who was carrying Elizabeth back to the mansion. Hisereswabroke rank the instant she saw him, and only then did Eclipse’s heart jumpstart.
“Where is he?” Penelope cried out, her hand covering her belly, tears streaming down her face as she hurried, the female healer at her side, assisting her.
A sharp whistle sounded and then everyone parted, giving Penelope space.
Amethyst hurried toward her brother, the two healers flanking Obsidian, likely doing an initial assessment. Based on their expressions, neither knew what the hell to do. Stygian was dutifully relaying to them what had happened, the merge of the warrior and the archangel, the battle with Eevuhl, the demon’s demise, and Obsidian’s collapse.
“Obsidian!” Penelope’s tormented cry ripped through the space.
Everyone watched helplessly as she dropped to her knees, cradling his head on her thighs as she openly wept.
The instant Orianna saw Obsidian, she gasped, and that was when Eclipse noticed what she did.
It was her vision: Penelope kneeling beside Obsidian, tears running down her cheeks, the male unmoving, eyes closed.
“Get back,” Stygian commanded, forcing everyone except for Penelope back a few feet.
