By the time dawn broke over Blackridge, the sky had forgotten how to breathe.
The storm that had rolled in from the east wasn’t made of clouds. It was smoke—black, living smoke—churning with streaks of gold lightning that didn’t flash so much as move, like something alive hunted across the sky. The news stations called it “a weather anomaly.” The Vatican called it “an omen.” And Ethan Cross, standing at the edge of Don Vitale’s balcony with his shirt clinging to his chest and that faint gold sigil burning beneath it, called it what it truly was. “They’ve found me.” Elena’s voice came from behind him, low, uncertain. “You mean the people who—” “The gods,” he said. “Or what’s left of them.” She didn’t laugh, though her father would have. The air was too heavy, too real. She stepped closer, her robe brushing the marble. “What do they want?” “The same thing they always wanted,” Ethan murmured. “Control.” He turned to face her, and she saw how strange he looked in the gray light — not human, but not divine either. His veins pulsed faintly with gold, and his eyes carried that same molten gleam that had terrified her days ago. He took her hand, calloused fingers cold. “When I was cast down, they tore my power apart and sealed it across six realms. What broke two nights ago… that was the first seal.” “And now?” He looked up. “Now, they’re coming to break the rest.” At 8:03 a.m., Blackridge lost power. Every streetlight flickered once and died. Phones failed. Cars stalled mid-traffic. From the north, the black clouds descended like a living organism, spiraling until the city was plunged into twilight. At the Vitale estate, panic spread quickly. Guards shouted orders into dead radios, and Don Vitale himself stood in the control room with a revolver in hand, barking at his men to “find the generator or find new jobs.” But outside, beyond the gate’s iron teeth, silence stretched like a wound. And in that silence, something beat—slow, steady, colossal. Thoom. Thoom. Wings. Elena found Ethan in the courtyard again. He was barefoot, head tilted toward the sky as if listening to an old song. “Ethan, we need to leave,” she said. “My father’s already—” “Running?” Ethan interrupted softly. “Good. He should.” “Please, I’m serious.” “So am I.” Then she heard it—the distant shriek, the shatter of air as something tore through the clouds. At first she thought it was a plane falling. Then she realized it wasn’t falling at all. It was descending. A shape vast enough to eclipse the sun. Wings like razors, every feather gleaming like tempered gold. Ethan’s voice was almost reverent. “An emissary.” The creature landed with a sound like thunder tearing itself apart. The shockwave knocked Elena off her feet. Ethan caught her before she hit the ground. When the dust cleared, she saw it fully—an angel, or what humanity would call one. Seven wings folded behind its back, eyes burning like suns. Its voice rolled through the courtyard in chords, not words. “Aurelian. Fallen of the Sun. Your exile ends. Kneel and reclaim the flame.” Elena clung to Ethan’s arm. “It knows your name.” Ethan’s expression didn’t change. “They all do.” “Submit,” the angel said again. “The seals awaken. The world must burn before it’s remade.” “Tell your masters,” Ethan said evenly, “I’ll burn the world on my own terms.” The air crackled. Lightning exploded across the courtyard. Ethan pushed Elena aside and met the blast head-on. The ground split. The smell of ozone filled the air. When the light faded, Ethan stood at the heart of a crater, steam rising off his skin. The sigil on his chest had flared brighter, lines of gold branching up his throat and down his arms. The angel’s eyes narrowed. “You resist the call of the Flame. You defy Heaven itself?” Ethan stepped forward, voice cold. “I defy everyone who ever tried to own me.” And then he moved. The sound was nothing human. He closed the distance in a blink, shoulder slamming into the angel’s chest. The impact shook the estate, windows shattering across the east wing. The angel roared, wings flaring. It caught him mid-swing and hurled him through a column. Marble exploded. Elena screamed. He rolled, came up bleeding, and smiled. “Still faster than I remember.” “You mock divinity.” “I was divinity.” The air ignited. Ethan’s fist met the angel’s jaw. The blow cracked like a cannon. For a heartbeat, light burst from the wound—pure, golden, screaming light. The angel staggered. Ethan pressed the attack, each motion fluid, deadly, ancient. They traded blows that shattered stone and bent the rain around them. When the angel finally fell to one knee, Ethan drew a deep, shaking breath. “Tell your masters,” he said, “that the War God doesn’t kneel.” He drove his palm into the creature’s chest. The sigil on his hand flared. For an instant, Elena saw two worlds overlap—the mortal courtyard and something far greater: a sunlit plain of flame and banners, a god breaking another god’s wings. When it ended, the angel was gone. Only a feather remained, still smoldering where it fell. Elena rushed to Ethan’s side. “You’re bleeding—” He caught her wrist. “It’s not blood.” She looked closer. The wounds that should have been red were glowing faintly gold, like molten cracks in glass. “What are you becoming?” she whispered. He looked up, eyes dim with exhaustion. “What I was meant to be.” He stumbled. She caught him, guiding him inside before the guards arrived. By the time the Don’s men reached the courtyard, the rain had begun to fall again. The feather had turned to ash. Inside, Elena wrapped his wounds in silence. Every touch felt strange—too intimate, too fragile for what had just happened outside. At last she said, “You should tell me everything. Please.” Ethan’s gaze softened. “You wouldn’t believe it.” “I already watched you fight an angel,” she said. “Belief isn’t the problem anymore.” He sighed. The rain outside deepened. “I was called Aurelian once,” he said quietly. “The Warlord of the Sun. I led the armies of light before pride damned me. I thought I could make mortals gods. I defied Heaven’s decree. So they tore me apart—scattered my power into six seals and cast me into flesh. I woke centuries later as a man with no past and too many ghosts.” She stared, unable to speak. He looked at her, eyes flickering gold. “And then I met you.” Her throat tightened. “Why me?” “Because you remind me what it’s like to fight for something other than victory.” She swallowed hard. “Then what now?” He glanced toward the window, where the storm still lingered. “Now we wait. Every time a seal breaks, they’ll come stronger. And when the sixth breaks, Heaven itself will open.” “And you’ll fight them all?” He smiled faintly. “I’ve fought worse.” “You’ll die.” “Maybe.” She shook her head. “No. Not if I can stop it.” He reached out, brushing a rain-damp lock of hair from her face. “You can’t protect me, Elena.” “Then let me stand beside you.” For the first time, his composure faltered. He looked at her—really looked—at the fire in her eyes, the defiance in her voice. “I’ve never had someone say that to me,” he whispered. “Get used to it.” He laughed softly, a sound that broke something inside both of them. Outside, the clouds thinned. The storm withdrew. And yet the faintest hum lingered in the air—the heartbeat of something greater stirring beneath the city. Later, when the world finally went still, Ethan lay awake, staring at the ceiling. The sigil on his chest pulsed faintly with each beat of his heart. Beside him, Elena slept, her hand still resting over his. He turned toward her, whispering into the darkness, “If the gods take me again… may they take the whole sky with me.” The wind answered with a low, mournful sigh. Far above Blackridge, something vast and luminous shifted behind the clouds—watching, waiting, remembering the name Aurelian. The war had begun.
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