Just when you think you’re saved

Michael: Link
Olivia: Link

Michael was sitting at the table, currently reading a book in Greek when he heard a knock on the door. The rest of the table was covered in various documents and books, in contrast to his minimalistic and empty apartment. He looked towards the door, hesitant to get up as he wondered who it could be. His children knew to contact him before showing up, mostly due to the fact that he travelled frequently. He then heard a familiar voice yelling behind it. Someone he hadn't heard from in a long time, so he knew it was regarding something serious. He got up from his seat to walk towards the door, before he opened it, immediately feeling her aura, which made him send her a gentle smile. “Abigal… what brings you here?” he asked, glancing down at her before he moved out of the doorway to let her pass. He looked at her with a pondering expression, hoping that she'd explain why she showed up like this. He assumed it was regarding a ghost, someone she needed him to bring to Heaven or Hell, but her mannerism made him suspect it was about something far worse. He feared that she'd sensed one or more of his family members as ghosts, and was now letting him know what had happened to them, making him take in a deep breath. It was a habit of his to anticipate the worst, so whatever she had to say, he felt like it was yet another nightmare he had to deal with.

Michael looked into her eyes with a concerned expression as he anticipated her answer, exhaling sharply as she revealed that their daughters were in danger. He looked away from her as he wondered who’d taken them. Samael had abducted several of his siblings and children, so it pained him to know that Erin was missing as well. He felt like he’d failed them more than anything.  “Did it say where they were?” he asked as he returned his eyes to her.
Michael looked a bit around his apartment as it seemed like she was looking for the ghost that had given her the intel, tilting his head slightly as she mentioned Rippingthorne. He'd been there once to deal with a vengeful ghost, and it wasn't the kind of place he ever wanted his daughter to be. He could only assume that it meant something very bad had happened, but he tried to find comfort in the fact that the banshee hadn't sensed their deaths.

He glanced towards Abigal as she asked for a sword. If it wasn't for the fact that he knew that she was more than capable of fighting a demon, he would've asked her to stay behind. The last thing he wanted was for her to get hurt as well, but on the other hand, he had an idea that she'd insist on coming with him regardless. “Yeah,” he replied as he walked over to a box covered in holy symbols, taking out an engraved blade that was created to kill demons, much like the one he carried. He had a wide variety of weapons near him, specialized to kill each species he’d hunted in the past, and thanks to his weapon’s manipulation it was easy to adapt them to whatever he faced. He walked back to her, flipping the blade in his hand so the shaft would face her. “Alright, let's go to Ghost town,” he said as he placed a hand on her shoulder and teleported them to the main street in Rippingthorne. He looked up at the dark street ahead of them, standing there for a moment as he wondered where to look first. The mist was heavy, making it impossible to see anything in the distance while the faint noises of ghosts wailing could be heard every other moment. “Did the ghost tell you where it'd seen them?” he asked as he looked to her by his side.

Michael nodded when she said the place was overrun with ghosts. He could sense the souls as well but paying attention to them was downright stupid as they'd only flock around them. They were usually desperate for people who could communicate with them, to help them with whatever troubled their soul enough to stay. He knew that they didn’t have much time to spare, so it seemed like their best bet was to start searching. He chuckled briefly at her comment about demons, but truth was that most evil beings thrived in darkness. It made it easier for them to hide. Besides, there were probably a few dozen basements in town. He knew that going after his daughter, meant that someone wanted to avenge him, and hence that it could be a trap. In some way he hoped that was the case since it meant that they didn’t intend on killing them right away. He reached out his hand for her as she asked for it. Michael knew that she wasn’t lying, so he trusted that she wanted to find their daughters as much as he did. “Me too,” he said as he looked at her, knowing that she was about to sense if either of their daughters were near death.  


Olivia awoke from her unconsciousness, about to move her hand to her head when she realized it was tied behind her back. She started to fear what this was about, rustling with the chains to try and free herself from them, but she wasn’t strong enough. Olivia had never been in a situation like this – far from it. Sure, she’d gotten herself in trouble once in a while, but being trapped up in some creepy old dungeon. It frankly terrified her. She quickly sensed the scent of blood along with someone's heartbeat, making her look towards another blonde. She knew about her from school, but they’d never spoken before. “Will you tell me what the hell is going on?” she asked in a loud whisper. She couldn’t really pinpoint any reason for why they’d both be taken here, but perhaps Erin had a better idea. She was about to tell her that she was far from alright, when the door opened, making her squint her eyes by the bright light. She looked up at the people as they walked closer to them. “Do you have any idea who I am?” she asked, staring them down with a glare that tried to cover how scared she was.
One of the female demons laughed as she neared Olivia, bowing slightly down towards her. “Of course, we do, princess… in fact, that’s why you’re here,” she said, standing up straight before she walked a few steps closer to Erin. “Your parents threw our commander into the flame world for 300 years, and now that he’s finally returned, he told us all about his plan to avenge them,” she explained with a smug smile on her lips. “And it starts with you two... their beloved daughters,” she said, shifting her eyes between them before she took out a long blade and cut into Erin’s wrist to gather her blood in a small vial. She’d gotten orders to collect her blood due to her special race. “Now…” she said, as she closed the vial and put it away. “How about you tell me where the rest of your siblings are?” she said, looking at both of them. After all, the more of their children they could torture and kill, the better.

She narrowed her eyes as the demon explained why they were here. He had never met her father, and she knew that her mother had quite the past, but it was still hard for her to comprehend that she was here because of something her parents had done. Weren’t her security guards supposed to have prevented an incident like this? It was unsettling to know that these demons somehow had gotten around that. She’d always been used to her privilege saving her in unfortunate situations.  
The demon scoffed at the guardian’s words. “I’ve heard otherwise,” she said as she believed her blood to possess quite the abilities, but if it didn’t, she’d just drink it herself. An archangel’s blood was what they really wanted to get their hands on but catching her father or another archangel was a much more daunting task. She smiled faintly as she said she wasn’t going to tell her shit, readying her knife to stab her when she started to feel very dizzy, stepping backward before she quickly fell to the floor
Olivia was rather intimidated by all the demons in the room, knowing that they had bad intentions for trapping them here, but her expression remained stoic as she wanted to appear stronger than she was. She looked to a demon as he approached her, glancing down at the herb in his hand before she looked straight into his eyes. “Fuck off,” she said with a cold look in her eyes. She groaned as he placed the vervain on her cheek, feeling the burning sensation on her skin. She was about to use her telekinesis to push him up against the wall, when he said that he’d gut them for trying anything. “My mother will tear you apart for that,” she added with a slight smirk on her face as she looked at the demon. She knew that they didn’t stand much of a chance against that many demons at once, but it’s the last thing she wanted to express to them. She wanted to stay strong in this, to appear as the older vampires in her family would. Another demon shot the vampire princess with a bullet filled with vervain, making her scream in pain as she felt how the herb weakened her system, making her look down to the floor as she tried not to cry by the immense pain she was feeling, until it got too much and she closed her eyes. “If you want to live, then tell us of your mother's weaknesses,” the demon who'd shot her said. Olivia looked upon him with a dead look in her eyes. “You're not going to get much better than trapping me,” she said, knowing that it was the way to go about avenging her. The demon scoffed as he already knew that, otherwise they wouldn't have taken them here. He then looked to Erin before he used his fire manipulation to burn her for a few seconds. “And what about your father Erin? Do you know any way to trap an archangel?” he asked, tilting his head as he looked at her.

The demon scoffed at her comment as he walked closer to Erin, only to slap her hard across her face. “Don’t play games with me,” he said, clearly starting to get angry with them. He then raised the gun towards Olivia, shifting his eyes between the two blondes. “We can do this all night,” he said, placing his finger on the trigger when Erin got on her feet and asked them to listen, making him raise his brow. She was right about the commander. He yet had to regain his strength from the many years in that world, and it had been one of the reasons they’d gathered her blood, so of course, it’d be even better if she just healed him completely. He then stepped back as another demon took her by the arm, watching them leave before he walked towards Olivia with a smug smile. “How is that vervain feeling?” he asked before he kicked her in her abdomen where her gunshot wound was, making Olivia scream once more. “Please stop,” she pleaded, looking up at the demon, only to feel his fist collide with her jaw. She opened her mouth slightly to let some of the blood drip down on the floor while a few tears ran down her cheeks. She knew that there wasn’t much she could do until they’d gotten their revenge, and with the vervain in her system, she felt incredibly weak.


The scream echoed loudly into the night, making Michael fear that they’d showed up too late. He felt his chest tighten as she said it was about Erin. “Damn it,” he exclaimed, feeling how the whole world once again seemed to collapse around him. He ran down the street with Abigal, nodding when she mentioned that she’d seen Morgan. Sending him to that world had seemed like the best option at the time, but they might have to come up with something else. He looked at the house that she said they were in, hearing faint screams coming from the basement. He opened the door when she said that Erin was upstairs. “Alright, be careful,” he said, looking at Abigal with a serious look in his eyes before he took out his blade and ran upstairs. At the end of the hallway, two demons stood guard by a door, creating some sort of dark smoke on the floor. Michael sensed that it was some form of darkness manipulation, so he raised his hand to fight it with his holy light, walking towards the demons as the smoke around him vanished. They then walked towards him with their weapons, and as Michael managed to stab one of them through its heart, the other one stabbed him in his side. He quickly grabbed his shoulder and channeled a deadly does of electricity through him before he kicked the door down, looking at Morgan with a deadly glare before his eyes found Erin on the floor. “What have you done?” he asked, clearly furious with the demon before he went straight to him and grabbed his throat. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to deal with him like he otherwise would, not when Abigal and their daughters were here, so he stabbed him through his heart to descend him to hell instead. He then kneeled in front of Erin, placing two fingers on her wrist to sense the rate of her pulse. He inhaled a deep breath as he tried to calm his emotions, feeling sick to his stomach knowing that he was to blame for this happening to her. “Hang in there, Erin,” he said, needing her to stay strong and fight whatever she'd taken from the demon. He lifted her up into his arms before he walked downstairs again, hoping that Abigal and her daughter had made it out.

Olivia had a hard time focusing on his words, closing her eyes, while she tried to distract herself from the pain of the beatings. It wasn’t until she heard footsteps and tumbling outside the door that she opened them and saw her mother in the doorway. She felt useless, to see all the demons attacking her without being able to help. As the last demon fell to the ground by the scream, she went towards her to untie her hands. She did as told, covering her ears with her hands despite the bleeding wound in her stomach. She’d never seen her mother kill anyone like that, but she didn’t dare think of what would’ve happened if she hadn’t shown up and saved her from them. “Wh- what’s going on mother?” she asked, looking into her eyes with an expression that revealed the pain she was in. She nodded slightly as she asked if she was able to walk, clinging on to her tightly as they walked up the stairs.
Michael was relieved to see Abigal and her daughter when he reached the bottom of the stairs. He glanced towards her daughter with a worried expression as she could barely walk, before he nodded to Abigal’s words. Michael knew some of the best healers residing in this world, and one of them resided in the countryside between Rippingthorne and Aston, making it the location that would use the least of his power to teleport to. “Hold onto my arm,” he said as he stopped in front of them.

Olivia did as she was told, reaching her hand to touch the angel, before everything went black and she opened her eyes to the entrance hall of an old-fashioned home. A woman appeared from the top of a staircase in a dress, pointing her shotgun at them until she realized who they were. “Michael, have you ever heard of knocking?” she asked, hurrying down the stairs as she looked between the girl in his arms and the vampire. “It’s my daughter… She needs your help,” he said, looking at her with a desperate look in his eyes. His head was hurting terribly from the teleportation and his troubling thoughts, but if anyone could save Erin, it was her. Maeve was a hybrid between a fairy and a pureblood angel, that had devoted her whole life to studying healing practices and discovering new treatments, so if there was anyone that would know how to heal their daughters, it’d be her. She looked up at their parents with an understanding look in her eyes. “Follow me,” she said before she walked into a large room with a couple of beds, while various books, herbs and potions were placed on shelves and cupboards around them. Maeve went over to grab one of her most powerful potions that was able to absorb a great amount of pain, but she’d also needed to get the hands of a pure soul before creating it. However, they didn’t have much time to waste since his daughter was on the verge of dying, so giving her the potion would add some much-needed time.

Michael placed Erin on a bed, looking up at the hybrid. “Thank you,” he said as he could tell that she was searching for something to help her. Maeve went over to Erin, placing a gentle hand on her forehead to feel her temperature, before she placed the opened vial containing the potion on her lips. “Drink this,” she said, knowing that it could hurt when it started to take effect but if it worked correctly, she should be feeling well enough to heal on her own. If not, Maeve would have to use her own abilities to heal her and absorb some of the pain to her own being.
She then looked over to the vampire that was laying in another bed. “Let me guess, Vervain?” she said, looking to the burn on her cheek before she looked at the wound in her stomach. She slowly lifted her top to take a better look at it. “This might hurt,” she warned before she put on a glove and reached inside of her wound to take the bullet out, before she threw it in the trash. Afterward she placed her hand on top of the wound, so it’d close. Olivia groaned at the pain, but as soon as it was healed, it was replaced with an unbearable thirst from her blood loss, making her stare hungrily at the hybrid. “I'm hungry,” she said, exposing her fangs as she spoke. Maeve nodded before she went out of the room again to her storage of donor blood. She grabbed a bag of AB- that she opened and placed a straw inside of before she gave it to Olivia, watching her as she drowned the bag in a matter of seconds. “Now... will someone explain what has happened? And if there's a chance that whoever did this followed you here?” she asked, looking from Michael to the banshee with a serious expression on her face. She had the feeling that the only reason they were injured was because of some mess that their parents were in, but she could be wrong. Gaia seemed so full of evil these days.

Michael held Erin’s hand as he watched her drink the potion. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he heard her voice for the first time. “Take it easy,” he said as she placed herself on her elbows. He then moved his gaze to Abigal as she answered the hybrid’s question, nodding slowly to her comment about what it was about. It was only a matter of time before he’d return to them again, but right now, it was the least of their concern.
Maeve had to take her word for it. She could handle a ghost or two, but if there were many more who had followed them, they’d put her in great danger, and she needed to know if that was the case. She sent Abigal a gentle smile as she thanked her. “It’s no problem… let’s just say you owe me a favor, although a small amount of money would be greatly appreciated... the clinic is in desperate need of renovation” she replied, looking at the few cracks in the wall and the old furniture before she returned her gaze to Michael. “But you two… getting a pure soul for that potion, it took me months, not to mention the rarity of the other ingredients… I’ll need you to call down a soul from Heaven as payment,” she said, knowing that an archangel should be able to make such an arrangement. Michael knew that she’d saved Erin, and he’d easily sacrificed much worse for her survival, so taking away one soul from Heaven seemed fair - especially when you considered it was meant for a healing potion. “Of course,” he said, returning his eyes to Erin. Right now he was too weak to summon anyone, but he'd pay her as soon as he felt better. He listened to Erin as she explained what the demons wanted. It wasn’t something new, but he knew that his daughter hadn’t told them about her siblings. She'd undoubtedly sacrifice herself to save them. Abigal told her that the demons were taken care of, but it didn’t matter much when the commander was in Hell, most likely planning his next move. However, he wasn’t going to worry them about that.
Olivia slowly regained her strength from the blood and being here made her feel a lot safer. However, she still felt like her mother owed her an explanation. She’d just been tortured by some psycho demons, and frankly she was afraid of it happening again, even if her mother told them they were gone. “This is insane… and you’re all just acting like it’s normal,” she said, looking at everyone. “So what, you guys have a fling back in the day where you also just happened to be hunting demons?” she asked, looking between Michael and her mother. She could get behind that, but all she needed to know was whether there were any more risks of her being abducted by someone that wanted to avenge her. “Beause if there’s any more demon-enemies out there, I’d like to know,” she said, looking at her mother.

Olivia sighed as her mother didn’t want to tell her about it now, looking to where Maeve stood, cleaning up a table before she walked out of the room. She knew better than to argue with her, and right now, she was just appreciative of the fact that they’d survived. She listened to her explain how she’d met Michael but dealing with Lucifer sounded extremely dangerous. She had no idea that her mother had done such things in the past. She wanted to question it, to ask if she was on good terms with Lucifer now, but knew she had to ask those questions later. Then her mother suggested them to share a room at the academy. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” she agreed, before she looked towards Erin. She liked sharing her room with Atlas, but for now, it might be nice to talk to someone that she could relate to about this. “I guess that means no parties for a while,” she said, looking to her mother with a faint smile. Olivia was a socialite, but for the time being, she’d rather miss every prom and party of the year, if it meant that she'd stay safe.

Michael nodded as she suggested their daughters to stay in the same room. He moved his gaze to Erin as she asked what the plan was now. “I'll figure out a way to deal with Morgan… but I'll do it alone,” he answered, not wanting any of them to be involved more than they already were, and even if Abigal could help, he knew that she lived a different life now. There was no reason for her to put any of that on the line. “He’s in Hell and it’s only a matter of time before he’s going to get out, so until then, you’re grounded too,” he said, adding to what Olivia had said about not going to any parties. He knew that the academy was magically protected, so as long as they stayed within their limits, they should be safe. He sent her a calm smile as she asked if she could stay with him. “Yes, there’s no way you’re going back to school in this state,” he said, wanting to stay by her side until he knew that she'd recovered.