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What they met instead of a wall of Light was a wall of Warriors, each of them soaring through the air unarmed. Their lack of weapons caught Medrion’s angels by surprise, but it didn’t deter them or slow them down—it made them speed up. They were only too eager to butcher an unarmed foe.
“Now!” Azrael yelled as they approached the enemy, and moments before our Warriors met them in battle, each of them summoned a golden weapon made of pure Light. The sudden burst of light was enough to give Medrion’s soldiers a momentof pause; just long enough to break their charge and leave them scrambling and on the defensive.
Our golden swords would cut through theirs with ease, and they knew that. Instead of parrying our strikes they had no choice but to dodge. Azrael was quick and resplendent in her rose armor, the light of her sword reflecting off it and blinding the enemy. She was a true vision of might and grace.
Almost the entire opposite of Abaddon, who had put away his sword and was using his bare hands to viciously beat his opponents into unconsciousness.
It was only then that I noticed that none of Medrion’s angels were wielding Light swords. I knew better than to think he had come unprepared, so that left the only realistic option: he simply did not care whether his angels lived or died. They were armed with the basics and nothing more—cannon fodder.
As I surveyed the battlefield, Kalmiya warned me of a small group of Medrion’s forces coming our way. I summoned my golden, shining blade of Light and raised it, pointing toward the incoming angels and screamed, “To battle!”
Four angels—including Kalmiya—leapt off the battlement, summoning their own gilded swords as they soared past me to engage Medrion’s angels. By the time I reached the fight, it was already in full swing, swords clashing against shields, feathery wings ducking and weaving, angels grunting and groaning.
I dove beneath the aerial battleline and came up from underneath them, dragging my golden blade up the side of another angel’s leg and drawing blood for the first time in this conflict. I heard a cry of pain, the angel tried to swipe at me with his sword, but I was already up and behind him. With a swift kick I sent him crashing against Kalmiya, who promptly cut at his wings, sending him down and out of the fight.
She seemed determined to prove her worth and I could hardly blame her; she had not only failed Medrion but alsobetrayed Abaddon in the process. She knew he would not take kindly to the news when he found out, and part of me wondered if she was willing to stab me in the back to stop me from telling him.
I had the answer moments later.
“Sarakiel!” She screamed, looking behind me.
I turned around only barely in time to avoid the sword swinging toward me in a deadly arc. I ducked, but it shaved several strands of my pink hair and cut a few of the feathers from my wings as it went sailing past where my head had been a moment ago.
More of Medrion’s angels had joined the fight, more than my retinue alone could handle, and one of them had very nearly just killed me. Kalmiya swooped up beside me and took the angel on, wielding her sword with desperate fury. Suddenly, I heard the grinding of metal, and a deep, pained groan. Looking across to my right, I watched in horror as one of Medrion’s angels ran through one of mine with his sword.
With wild eyes and blood in his mouth he pushed the sword all the way through the angel, until his gauntlets and pommel were touching the angel’s breastplate. When he pulled the sword back, my angel fell, his body thudding loudly against the stone wall below as he hit.
I’d been afraid of this—the first to die at the end of a fellow angel’s blade. He was the first, but he would not be the last. It quickly became clear that my unit, and those nearby who had witnessed the death, were horrified. For many, if not all of them, this was the first time they had seen something like this happen.
Abaddon had done all he could to prepare them but… no one was ever ready. Medrion’s forces noted the sudden change in morale and rallied, swinging almost with glee at Helena’s angels.
Worse than that was the small glint of light that caught my eye as it moved swiftly across the sky.
Medrion.
He was heading for the tower.
I had no time to think. I couldn’t let him get to Micah. I shouted toward Kalmiya, giving her command of the unit before darting off in the same direction as Medrion. I had to get there before him. This would all be for nothing otherwise. As I flew over Abaddon, I heard him call out my name, shouting at me to stop, but I couldn’t. Wouldn’t.
I had to stop Medrion, whatever the cost.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ABADDON
Sarakiel blew through the air above me, either not hearing my calls or ignoring them, but I knew something was wrong by the urgency in her flight. Looking past her, I saw him—Medrion—making a beeline toward the beacon tower where Helena and Micah were preparing the ritual. Sarakiel wasn’t going for Medrion though, she was trying to get to the tower first.
I had to buy her some time.
With a heavy thrust from my wings, I peeled away from my Legion and made to intercept Medrion, knowing my men were well trained and would be fine without me. I caught up with him easily enough; not only was he encumbered by heavy armor, but it was clear that the trip across water to Helena had taken more out of him than he had let on.
I glided silently underneath him for a moment, lining myself up perfectly, before grabbing his leg and using all of my strength to come to a dead stop in the air. At the same time, I pivoted, swinging him around and releasing at the last second, sending him careening into the closest wall.
The stone wall buckled under the impact, cracks spreading from where the angel struggled to extract himself. I didn’thave much time to admire my handiwork before he had pulled himself out, blood trickling from his nose, and turned to face me.
“You abandoned your men,” he said, wiping away the blood, and while his voice was calm, I could feel the rage bubbling up inside of him.
“Do not concern yourself with my men,” I said. “Yours, on the other hand… do you think they will still fight when they realize you intend to enter Heaven and leave them all here to rot in our jail cells?”
