Amelia sat in the little prison room. After Azrael and Gavreel got what they wanted from her, they let her be.

She sat engulfed in the shadows. Anxiety pricking through her veins like ice cold needles. The obsolete silence was torturous. Leaving her alone with her deadly thoughts.

Why does Isaac know these creatures? What trap are they laying out for him? Are my mother and father safe? Was the whole attack at silver moon an elaborate distraction?

The drops of water slowly leaking from the pipe above her were driving her mental. It's crazy how you don't notice such insignificant things on a daily basis. Like the ticking of a clock. But when met with silence these small, uniformly militant sounds have the power to drive one mad.

She had been waiting for hours, she knew it had been hours because the few beams of light pushing through the cracks were no longer there.

She was tired of waiting for something bad to happen. She was tired of having no control over what happened to her and her loved ones. Ever since that one morning- the morning she was kidnapped, stability had been a thing of past.

She had been bouncing from one place to another, hating Isaac, falling in love with Isaac, fighting everyone and going along with the madness. But now the high was over and it all drowned her in a sea of depression and nervousness.

She sat in the corner, bruised, battered and curled up in a ball, a single tear escaping in a brief moment of weakness.

Suddenly, loud footsteps woke her up from her pity party.

Three silver eyed men bust through the door, all wearing intricate armor, that looked well over a hundred years old. The men had strange black tattoos covering their hands, the marks looked like they went further up, but were covered by the silver armor.

They stormed towards Amelia as she panicked and hit her back against the brick wall. One of them aggressively grabbed her arm and pulled her up, while the second one handcuffed her hands.

They roughly dragged her out of the prison and into a long narrow tunnel. The corridor was lit with torches of fire hung on walls. What medieval time did these creeps like to pretend they were in?

It was the first time Amelia was getting to look at the place, judging from how she was knocked out the first time round.

The narrow tunnel lead to an exit, she yelled and tried to resist them, but the men continued to drag her feet, their faces stoic, beautiful, emotionless, like they were robots.

Two men standing on opposite sides of the exit in black cloaks waited for her. Hoods covered their faces.

Slowly as Amelia approached, one of them uncovered his head, his rosy locks setting free- Gavreel. Then the other one must've been Azrael. Like Isaac said, they travelled in a pair.

Gavreel made eye contact with Amelia and his lips broke into his infamous devilish smirk.

"You look great, must've gotten your beauty sleep?" Gavreel mocked Amelia's messy state.

Her hair was tangled like a spider web, her clothes dirty and skin bruised. Amelia looked like a crazy woman and she soon acted on the title as she gave Gavreel a soft smile before trying to jump him.

The three guards held her back as a handcuffed Amelia started kicking her legs, aiming for the angel of mercy's face.

Gavreel took a few steps back "wow, no need to get so emotional, these mates have more in common than I thought. They're both crazy" his sweet melodic voice taunted her.

"Isaac's here?" Amelia's heart leaped at the thought.

Gavreel motioned for the men to unlock her handcuffs. Amelia looked at them skeptically, they were just letting her go? Gavreel stepped aside, making way for her while Azrael just silently vibrated with laughter-his face still hidden in the shadow of the hood as he leaned against the wall.

Amelia stepped outside, her eagerness to get out of there was short lived as she stopped in her tracks.

You could've stabbed her back with a spear from behind and she would have been less surprised.

The whole field was full of frozen bodies. Not the freezer kind, bodies that just stopped moving. She recognized the people, they were from blood hounds, dressed for battle, all looking fierce. She passed a man holding up a blade as his mouth morphed to give a battle cry, wolves positioned to try and charge towards the inside of the tunnel. Were they all here for her?

There were almost a hundred frozen pack members, all scattered in different positions. She had to find Isaac, he would never let his men go into battle alone.

She dodged the bodies in the darkness  and followed the sound of a wild wolf growling.

The only Blood hound not affected by the spell that imprisoned the rest of them in their bodies.

The midnight wolf was fighting with what looked like six of these creatures. Isaac was here. She felt the need to run into his arms, but he looked a little preoccupied.

As soon as Isaac's wolf traced her scent, it's ears went up, like an excited puppy's. A puppy with carnivorous teeth, hell bent on taking six angels to their graves.

If angels even had graves.

Suddenly, the men stopped attacking and bowed their heads in submission.

"You are dismissed," Azrael waved his hand as he approached while Gavreel had his eyes fixed on Isaac.

Isaac on the other hand engulfed Amelia in a hug first chance he got, his wolf licking her wounds and murmuring in content.

He quickly morphed into his human form, his long lashes casting fine shadows on the curve of his cheekbones and his lips brushing against her. His fingers skimmed down her body, over skin and satin, and she shivered, leaning into him, and she was sure they both tasted like blood and ashes and salt, but it didn't matter.

When she kissed him, she saw flashes of him smiling while they sat on a high tree together, the twitching smile he gave her as she threw him in the way of things that wanted to kill her and the way he looked so terrified after he thought his eyebrows were going to fall off.

Amelia almost forgot about the hundred frozen bodies and demented angels that surrounded them.

Suddenly, they were off the ground. Not in the lovey dovey manner but quite literally. A strong force of nature pushing them away from each other as a blinding ray of light- almost brighter than the sun-ascended between them.

"I'm a little hurt you managed to forget about me," the beam of light spoke.

While Amelia and Isaac both shielded their eyes, afraid of going blind.

"Let me get into something more comfortable, you must feel a bit odd, talking to light and all," the smooth voice coming from the heavens spoke again.

Suddenly the light shaped itself in the form of an ageless, lean muscular man, he had golden hair, pink lips and white, pupil-less eyes.

Amelia looked at him in a state of speechlessness. Was this thing made out of light?

The creature looked at Amelia's open jaw and put his hand through his soft hair "what? You don't like it? Me neither"

And in a flash his golden locks faded into a beautiful white silver that reflected off sunlight and complemented his empty eyes.

"What are you?" Amelia whispered, her voice barely audible. His presence sent waves of unquestioned agonizing power through her spine. He was not like the other angels, his presence was something else.

"What am I?" He smiled, pretending to hesitate "well, I'm charming, I'm pretty and I'm willing to burn the whole world to the ground to get what I want."

"Lucifer," Isaac seethed.

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