Fallen Academy: Year Four (Fallen Academy #4)(49)

Shea just shrugged.

Reaching out, I picked Sera up and stood. “I’m going for a walk to clear my head, until something comes to me. I’ll be back in a bit.”

My bestie nodded.

I was halfway to the door when Lincoln’s guitar stopped. “Where are you going?”

I spun to face him. “For a walk. I need to shake things up, get a different idea.”

“I’ll come with you.” He stood.

“No. I need some alone time. I’ll be fine, and I’ll stay on campus. Promise.” I put my hands out in a gesture for him to back off, and he read it loud and clear. I wasn’t the most pleasant person to be around lately. It killed me that Raksha was stuck in Hell and Lucy was terrorizing humanity while I sat on my ass and couldn’t even dissolve a simple dark spell. Well, obviously it wasn’t simple, but still.

Since the first day I’d come to Fallen Academy, I’d known of the prophecy. I was the black-winged angel of death, who was supposed to deliver a swift end to the Devil. Only, I was just a chick in her twenties with some cool powers I couldn’t exactly handle at all times.

‘Stop being so down on yourself,’ Sera told me as I walked out onto the field.

‘Why can’t I figure this out!’ My voice was growly, even inside my own head.

‘This is a test. Raphael is testing you to see if you’re ready.’

‘Yeah, I know that. Clearly, I’m not ready,’ I fired back.

‘What haven’t we tried?’ Sera kept her cool.

We’d tried a Celestial ball, Shea’s magic, my dark magic, my light magic, my silvery light magic, fire—

An idea popped into my head as I circled the field.

‘What is it?’ Sera sounded intrigued. She must have picked up on my epiphany.

‘Remember when I fought Lucy in Hell, and I threw colored magic for the first time? It seemed to really have an effect on him. Whenever a certain color came out, he knew which archangel it was attached to.’

I’d thrown Archangel Michael’s blue magic right on his face, and nearly suffocated him in front of all of his demons.

‘I wasn’t really there, but yes, I remember it through your memories. So, let’s try that. Do the colored magic on the blade,’ she encouraged.

I let out a big sigh. ‘Problem is, I forgot I could even make colored magic until now. I don’t remember how I did it. It was like a life-or-death thing.’

Halting my pacing, I stared at the crawling black inky magic that ran the length of Sera’s blade.

‘The power of the four archangels is inside of you. It’s what you are, so there must be a way to bring it out.’

She was right. It was what and who I was, and maybe that was what made me such a formidable adversary to the Prince of Darkness. Not only did I harness the dark magic he possessed, I also had that of his four rivals.

‘Give it a go,’ she mused.

Colored magic. Couldn’t be too hard. I’d done it once before. On accident…

I plopped down right there in the field, not caring if any passing students saw me, and set Sera on the grass.

Holding my left hand out, I did a little test magic, playing with the white and silver, willing it to go blue for Michael, but it was no use. The pearlescent magic danced in my palm like a flame, flickering from silver to white as I passed the blade through it.

‘Look out!’ Sera shrieked, and I jumped, nearly dropping her as I spun on my heels.

There was no one there.

‘What?’ My heart was hammering so loudly in my chest, that it felt like it had leapt into my ears.

‘Just seeing if scaring you helped.’

‘You’re insane, you know that?’ trying to catch my breath, I sat down again.

‘Maybe… it’s a sickness.’

I spun her in my hands. ‘What now?’

‘Maybe the spell he put on my blade, his demons, his existence, is all a sickness that needs to be healed.’

At her words, the golden buttery healing light that I’d inherited from Archangel Raphael dripped from my palm.

A sickness.

I wonder…

I’d never thought about it like that, but if anything was a cancer upon this Earth, it was Lucifer and his creations.

Holding my palm above Sera’s blade, I let the golden light pour over the black magic and watched as it disintegrated it like it was… eating it. My heart hammered in my chest, my healing magic ate the black stuff alive. It was so simple. The black inky mass slowly reduced in size, until it had been transmuted to nothingness. All I could do was stare in shock.

‘You did it!’ Sera flared her light in excitement.

I stood then, gripping Sera tightly and relishing in the adrenaline that rushed through my veins.

Lucifer was a sickness, and I was going to cut him out like a tumor.

“You did it.” Lincoln’s words came from behind me, startling me—though I should have known he would follow me out here and spy on me.

Pivoting, I faced him, and my heart fell when I saw tears in his eyes.

“Lincoln.” I reached out for him, but he crossed his arms over his chest, shrugging me off.

“Nothing stopping you now,” he growled, and began to walk away.

“Lincoln, talk to me.” I wrapped my fingers around his bicep, and tried to pull him toward me, but the bastard was too strong.