Chapter 15

-Kossiq-

I never thought I would watch a human die, and feel so much pain from it. But then again, I never thought I would fall in love with a human either.

But when I saw that sword eat into his chest, I knew I had to do something. I couldn’t let him die, not when he was finally trying to turn over a new leaf, and live really and truly as himself.

My only regret, about never being able to see him again, is that I never actually told him I love him. And now, I’ll never have the chance.

As I scrambled away from those holding me back, and sliced my skin on the sword in Martin’s chest, I could only hope that my blood and tears would be enough to save him.

Please, please don’t die.

I still don’t understand how the woman in front of me can be related to Martin. They both have a coldness to their gazes, but this woman…it’s like she truly has no soul. She’s a demon, she has to be. “What a pretty little thing, if unexpected that it’s a boy,” she purrs, placing her disgusting hands on my face and hair, grasping my neck.

“Hm…what a wonderful price you’ll sell for, I’m sure. If only I could keep you for myself…” she muses, and I don’t even have the energy to pull away from her. I just let her do whatever she wants, I don’t care anymore.

Yvo betrayed us. Betrayed Martin.

I know that his mother’s life was on the line, but…there must have been a better way to do this. That didn’t involve giving me to this beast, and letting Martin die.

This has got to be the worst possible outcome.

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-Yvo-

“What have you done?!” The Archangel cries, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me gently. Of course even when I went back on my promise to them, they still wouldn’t even try to hurt me.

“I did what I had to,” I say calmly, like I didn’t just pass out after watching swathes upon swathes of mercenaries attack Martin and Kossiq. Of all the times to have a vision, I don’t know if I’m grateful or horrified.

I deserve to see Martin die; I deserve to feel the pain and know that I did that to him.

But because of Arche, I won’t even know what happened.

“No, you didn’t. You were supposed to protect him, keep Kossiq safe! You gave him over,” Arche says quietly, pushing their shoulder length white hair behind their pale blue wings. That’s something I learned quickly - that Archangels and angels don’t share the same appearances.

There are similarities, like their eyes, hair and skin tones, but where angels give off almost fragile impressions, Archangels have this air of fierce superiority.

“You say I gave him over, but at least I didn’t cast him out in the first place,” I say quietly, knowing that was cruel of me to say - I already know how terrible Arche feels about that, how guilty they feel, and how much they regret it. How hard they’ve been trying to find a way to revert Kossiq back to a normal angel, and not a fallen one.

Pain flits across Arche’s expression, and they move away from me, pressing their head into their hands. “I know. All of this is my fault in the first place. But, I’ll never forgive you if you let Kossiq get hurt.”

Before, that would have hurt a little. But now, I already feel like I’m dying inside, knowing that I have Martin’s death on my hands.

“What does it matter anyway - I have to protect my mother, and I did that. It’s not like we’ll ever actually be able to be together anyway, not truly. A vision is as close as we’ll ever get. Just give up,” I say harshly, turning away.

Arche sighs, but all I feel is numb. I can no longer feel the fire of hell licking at my heels from the decision I made - no, instead I feel frozen to my core, so that my very being can’t feel anything.

“Yvo, you’re seriously the stupidest human I’ve ever come across. You’re the most powerful Diviner out there; so powerful that even Archangels like me can see your energy from all the way up here. You’re powerful enough to be able to be possessed by me, and not die from it. At least, not die from it the first time.”

I glance over at Arche, smiling grimly. “I’ll probably what- crumble to dust the second or third time I use it though? And I would use it again, if using it would save my mother, Kossiq and Martin. But there’s no use; Martin is already dead.”

Arche wraps their arms around me, bringing my head to their shoulder and rubbing my back comfortingly. “Yvo, all hope is not lost. You can still save your mother and Kossiq. I will help you; I will always help you. We’ll help them, and at the very least, you’ll know you did everything you could.”

I cling to Arche’s white cloak, finally letting my tears fall like shooting stars. “It’s my fault he’s dead; I might as well have killed him. Kossiq will never forgive me, I knew they loved each other, and I killed him,” I whisper, tripping over my words whilst Arche holds me close.

“Ssh, we can at least save the others. And hey; Kossiq will never forgive me either, we’ve both greatly wronged him, but we can do our best to make sure no one wrongs him again.”

I nod slowly, determined not to hurt my friends again. Pulling back, I reach up and cup Arche’s cheek, before guiding them down to me for a soft kiss. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything,” I whisper into their lips, but they only kiss me back.

“I know, Yvo, I know. But it isn’t too late to fix this.”

And I really, really hope that my Archangel is right. 

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