“Why are you with a demon-spawn, Apollo Sky?”On cue, two heads snapped to the source of the chilly voice. As the beam of light vanished into thin air, what remained before them was the emotionless arch angel – Michael the Loyal. His hands were inside his unstained white-colored cotton pants as he cocked his head while waiting for the answer of his son. Michael the Loyal did not even spare the demon prince a second glance as if by merely looking at demon prince was a big insult for his divinity.Damon could not help but scoffed from the clear display of racism from the being that was supposed to be the most righteous one among all the other races of the worlds. The irony! Crossing his arms before him, he cocked his head as well, gaze transfixed to the arch angel. He was getting his middle finger ready should the oh-so-righteous Michael would look at his direction.“Father, it is high time for us to talk,” said Apollo Sky after swall

“Y-You dare!” Michael the Loyal glared at the demon prince. If looks could kill, it would be safe to say that Damon would be burned to cinders already. But instead of cowering from the piercing gaze of the leader of arch angels, Damon gave him the biggest grin he could master. This nonchalant behavior, in which Damon got from Levi the Envious, earned the demon prince the wrath of Michael the Loyal.Azure hue of swirling runes surrounded the frowning Michael the Loyal. Instead of forming a pentagram around him, the runes of spells attached to his body like a second skin. The glowing runes of blue and white kissed every nook and cranny of the arch angel’s skin as his cerulean eyes gleamed like the deepest parts of the ocean.A knot lodged deep between Damon’s brows while Apollo Sky’s identical cerulean eyes widened upon seeing the changes of the leader of the arch angels before them.‘This spell!’ Apollo Sky the Loyal lost

A single cold sweat trickled from Maleficent’s left brow down to her unblinking eye. The pounding of her heart soared, for she knew at the back of her mind that it would only take one more round of the arch angel’s kill spell and she would be in peril along with Damon’s mother. She was about to call her familiar when she froze. Maleficent the Glutton remembered that she had order her Calamity Dragon to take Damon, Apollo Sky, Levi, and Merlin away from the site that they were fighting at since she knew that Michael the Loyal would give his best shot this time. She needed to separate the magic ball from the leader of the arch angels – for now. While her father and the demon king were yet to come, she needed to stall the damn arch angel first.“Lady, listen to me. I can die in peace right now since I have touched my son for the first time after many years. That is enough for me,” said Ilorde. Her tone was heavy yet determined as she gazed at

Selaphiel the Fallen had held her daughter’s shoulders as she brought her to safety. What she meant by safey was a two-layered shadows weaved by Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton in one swing and a ground with black feathers for her daughter to rest while she would skin Michael herself. She knew that she told her ex husband that she would be the one to kill the arch angel or else she would strangle the grand duke herself – no pun intended. “M-Mother?” It was the second time that Maleficent called her mother just to make sure that she was not hallucinating. The second time her mother hummed, she knew right there and then that the one cradling her was indeed her mother who had come for her. A sigh of relief escaped from her chapped lips before her wings vanished into thin air – fully surrendering to the exhaustion that plugged her body. It was such a wonder how strong she felt earlier at the face of her enemy but when her mother cradled her, it was as if her limbs had turned in

Another familiar voice stopped the crowd once more. Maleficent did not know how many uninvited guests would trot their way in! But this voice, this voice shook her core. As her gaze wandered around before she looked at the source of the voice, she could see that she was not the only one affected by the voice. Awestruck, sadness, disbelief, confusion, happiness, fear – these emotions could be seen on the faces around her, even from her father who was not into showing emotions and weakness around people. But seeing how Maleficent could see the sadness on his father’s face for the first fraction of a minute before it shifted to confusion and then to happiness, Maleficent needed not confirmation as she whipped her head to the direction where the blinding figure was floating at. “How?” Michael the Loyal asked in complete disbelief. “Is that really you, Kirk?” Upon hearing the name, a myriad of emotions broke free around Maleficent including her who was now coverin