Fallen Academy: Year Four (Fallen Academy #4)(39)

Lucy looked over at me and grinned, holding the blade tighter across Raksha’s throat. I snapped my good hand out, and flicked my silver energy whip to life.

“Let’s kill him!” Lincoln growled beside me, his sword glowing a bright blue.

Maybe this was what it would take, the two of us together. I simply nodded. I was 90 percent sure Lucifer wouldn’t kill Raksha; he clearly needed her to open his portals, or he would have done it himself.

Raksha was trying her best to open the portal, but with Lucifer’s knife so tight on her throat, she couldn’t move much. When she met my gaze, my heart broke for her. There was so much fear and desperation there; it reminded me of my first days down in Hell.

“They’re safe and happy,” I told her, hoping she knew that I meant her wife and child.

At my words, she wept with relief. In that moment, Lucifer pulled the blade from her throat and chucked it at Lincoln. My husband jerked to the side and dodged it, but it was enough of a distraction for Lucy to grab Raksha and start backing her into the open portal with him.

No!

With a flick of my wrist, I reached out and wrapped my whip around his left thigh. It coiled and tightened around the Prince of Darkness like a snake, stopping him. Lincoln ran forward, intending to jump into the portal like a crazed maniac no doubt, when Lucifer thrust his hands at him. A shock wave of energy slammed into Lincoln and me so fast and hard, that everything went black as I felt myself falling to the ground.





When I came to, the first thing I noticed was that everything hurt. My shoulder the most, but everything hurt, like I’d been hit by a car.

‘Have you ever wondered if Michael styles his hair, or if it’s just naturally that… bouncy,’ Sera’s voice came into my mind.

I moaned, peeling open my eyelids to find all four archangels standing over me.

“Lincoln,” I croaked, trying to sit up, but a wave of dizziness slammed into me.

“I’m here,” my husband groaned. I followed the sound of his voice to see that he was laid out next to me, while Shea, Chloe, Luke and Noah hovered over him.

My attention briefly shifted to the battlefield. Once so beautiful, it was now riddled with dead bodies. Some of them our own.

“Is it over?” I asked, trying to sit up again.

Raphael bent on one knee, his eyes watery with unshed tears. “It is, and you… you prevented a catastrophic war. You changed history, Brielle.”

Holy shit. Did I? I drove Lucifer off, and didn’t open the gate. I didn’t let him control me.

I laughed nervously, unsure of what to say.

Reaching out, Raphael pulled me up slowly, so I was standing. As he did, golden light shot from his hand and into my body, chasing the pain away. He was healing me. Against the rules, against his orders. I knew he’d already healed Lincoln and broken the rules but I just wasn’t use to this Raph.

He clicked his tongue. “You ripped the tendons and ligaments in your shoulder. That will take some time to heal.”

I tried to pull my arm back. “You don’t have to.”

His hands clamped down to hold me still. “I want to. I have free will too, and I will use it to the fullest from now on.”

Michael nodded. “We all will. We’re with you, Brielle. Until the end.”

‘I love him,’ Sera sighed.

I tried not to laugh at my infinity weapon’s comment, since no one else could hear her. What the archangels said was so overwhelming, I felt emotional and had to rein it in to keep from crying.

When Shea broke through the archangels’ barrier to deposit Sera at my feet, Raphael released me so I could go to her. I felt much better, still sore, but it was manageable. On the other hand, my weapon was still covered in the sickly dark magic.

“I’m going to need Mr. Claymore’s help. Sorry,” Shea confessed.

Waving her off, I shrugged. “It’s fine. Thanks for keeping her safe.” I realized then that once Lucifer had seen I wasn’t going to help him, he’d put that blanket of dark magic around Sera to make her powerless, so I couldn’t use her against him.

A loud gong sounded from behind us, and we all spun around surprised. The gates were opening. One of the angels—Lucifer had called him Metatron, I believed—walked toward us. He was the extremely tall one, with dark hair and green eyes, and in his hands was a giant wooden treasure chest with a golden latch.

“Metatron,” Michael said his name with what seemed to be a hint of admiration in his voice.

The man set the trunk down, and embraced Michael tightly. “I’ve missed you, Brother. We all have.” He pointed to the gathering of angels standing just inside of the open gate.

“Hello, old friend,” Raphael greeted him. They all took turns embracing, including Gabriel and Uriel.

I stood there, dumbfounded that I was casually chilling with archangels after just saving Heaven from going to war. How was this my life?

“What’s that?” Michael asked.

Metatron gestured to the wooden box resting at his feet. “This is a gift for your wife, from the Creator.”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “For Grace?”

Metatron nodded. “In it she will find the technology needed to arm the humans with equal power to fight Lucifer’s demons.”

Equal power.

A low whistle slipped through Raphael’s lips . “Normally, the Creator doesn’t like to get involved like this. He would wait for the humans to create the technology themselves.”