Dabriel
“The human from the prophecy exists,” a dark angel called Lucifer from the council repeats my words as I stand in front of them all. All eight of them are giving me mixed looks of shock and fear. Four light angels and four dark angels, who rule over all of us. Each one of them is ancient and late into their extended lives. These are the angels that the rumours are made from. They healed humans once, and the people turned against them when they couldn’t save everyone. Many stories were written because of that. I don’t know if there is a god, but I know there once was a goddess. The witches stepped in and stopped the angels from killing thousands of humans. That’s what caused a massive war between our races and why we have little of our people left. They now hate humans, the ones they used to love and sing songs about, just because they forgot about them.
“Yes,” I say simply. The council all stand behind a half-moon table, each one has their family symbol sketched into the table they stand in front of. I glance at the royal marks on the back of my hands, the two angel wings. I wonder what it will look like on Winter.
“Why do you tell us this now?” Lucifer asks me once the whispering stops. Dressed in all black, and matching his pitch- black wings and black hair that is long like mine. Lucifer is the youngest of the council and the easiest to talk to.
“Is this a weak explanation as to where you have been the last few months?” Gabriel, a dark angel, asks. He would want that, he brought my two brothers up and tainted them into monsters like him.
“I tell you because I am your prince, soon to be your king. Times are changing, and I wish to know what the vampire king asked from you,” I say, and each one of them goes silent.
“He wished to know where something was, something lost in the past,” Michael tells me, a light angel who is usually very wise but sounds like an idiot right now. I respected him growing up, but I know he hasn’t seen the future in many years.
“Did you tell him? What did he offer you, and why wasn’t I told?” I demand, my skin glowing and wings spread out in anger.
“You are not king, and it has not been decided you will be. The past and future are hidden from us since your birth,” Michael replies.
“Maybe because you have become so biased in your beliefs not to help anyone but yourselves, the goddess has turned her back on you,” I say. His face goes red in anger, his white hair is in a short cut, and his wings are a lot smaller than mine as they spread out. A few symbols appear on his arms but nothing like mine. My symbols cover all of me.
“Humans do not deserve our help,” Gabriel says, his voice cold and bitter.
“Who are you to make that choice?” I ask, and none of them say a word.
“Answer me, what did you tell him?” I say my voice echoes around the domed room we are in. The room has white and black marks all over the walls, and the ceiling is made of glass.
“We will not. Furthermore, we believe that if you mate with the human, you will bring nothing but a war to us. We have finally made a deal with the vampire king who will keep our future clear,” Gabriel says. The rest of the council are silent.
“That was not your choice to make. You forget who you all are,” I respond.
“You forget that you are one of three princes, there isn’t a rule stating the oldest should have the throne. You are best to remember this young prince,” Lucifer warns.
I laugh, my laughter filling the dome.
“I would rather destroy our whole race, than let one of my brothers rule. They have no humanity and care for little. They would walk us into a war without blinking,” I say. I have seen it. Winter would be the price of such a war, and I will never let her get hurt again.
“That will be our choice, young prince,” Lucifer replies.
“I saw your future,” I tell him, and his eyes widen. Dark angels can only see the past of the person they touch. I want a debt with one of them, so that they can tell me Winter's past. Lucifer is the perfect dark angel for that. I only have to get him on my side.
“I saw my brother standing over your dead body, your wife’s, and your teenage sons’. War was destroying the very city we have, everything was burning, and our people were screaming,” I tell him.
“That could happen if you are king as well,” Lucifer says, his face pale and his fists clenched. Lucifer’s black marks glowing against his dark skin and his black wings are stretched out in anger. He has a lot of marks, that’s how he got on the council in the first place, and I also know he isn’t a bad person.
“No, it won’t. My brother was wearing the crown, it was dripping with angel blood. I can stop that future,” I tell him, I wait for him to nod at me before I turn and walk out of the council room as they demand me to return.