Blessed by Night

Chapter 106  Rise Of A New Order

Malachi was undoubtedly worse off, and if Alex could look underneath his armor, he would find bright red blood running from his ears, nose, and mouth. His head was throbbing, his body in shambles, but his eyes were still burning with an undeniable determination. The retribution for Luna that he so desperately trained for was nearly within his grasp, and he would not allow this opportunity to slip away from him.

As if both men had the same thought at once, they flew at each other simultaneously, each of them so desperately craving victory. BOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!

The shockwave caused by their collision was unlike any that had occurred before, and it was nothing short of deafening. While Malachi landed a hard knee to the gut, Alex was able to get off a clean blow to Mal's jaw. With both of their blessing's exhausted, the two men were relegated to a good old fashioned slugfest in the sky. Malachi suffered a hard kick to the temple and briefly lost focus, causing his altitude to drop before he corrected himself. But Alex was able to capitalize on that momentary weakness, and tackled Mal back down into the shattered earth below. As their creature constructs raged in the background, both men remained locked in their own bitter struggle. Alex landed on top of Mal, unleashing a storm of blows on to the starry young man beneath him. Malachi lifted up his leg and flung his opponent off of him, giving himself a much needed moment to breathe.

Crawling onto all fours, he leapt at Alex like a rabid animal, attacking out of sheer desperation and exhaustion.

"I am going to fucking kill you... if it is the last thing I do!" Alex roared as he lunged at Mal.

Once again, the two caught each other at the same time, both of them stunned by unfairly powerful blows.

This time, two distinctively loud cracking sounds rang out into the air. Alex had a shattered jaw, but Malachi had cracked a few bones in his neck.

The two of them hit the ground a short distance away from each other, unmoving and breathing shallowly. A few seconds later, both of their constructs as well as their transformations, disappeared. Malachi's bright orange eyes fluttered open, and he clawed his way towards Alex with energy that he didn't have. Long after he should have stopped moving, his orange eyes were still burning with hate as he unfurled dark claws from his fingertips. 'You disgusting fucking bastard... you stole from my girl... you violated Director Joanne...you blackmailed, trafficked, and stole from anyone you came across... you've long stopped deserving the life you live.'

As he finally reached Alex, Malachi raised a clawed hand above his head, and prepared to avenge the suffering of everyone who's lives had ever been ruined by this man. But just as he prepared to end the final blow, a thin white rapier pierced his palm.

"That's quite enough, don't you think? We blessed shouldn't be killing each other."

Somehow, before Mal even realized it, a man he had never seen before appeared directly between himself and Alex. He was a tall man, with long blonde hair as bright as sunshine, and eyes the color of the greenest pasture.

He wore white robes that were like something out of the pope's own closet, and the insignia on it was that of a man on top of a mountain, with worshippers lying below. "Who... the hell?"

"Sorry about this but would you mind dying for our cause? I highly doubt you will join us and you could become quite the troublesome man in the future."

The man suddenly pulled his rapier out of Malachi's hand and pointed it right between his eyes. 'Am I really going to die... Without even knowing who kills me..?'

Just as the rapier pierced past the first layer of his skin, there was a gust of wind and a flash of golden light, and Mal was suddenly several feet away. Director Joanne had been watching all of Malachi's battle and she was incredibly moved by the way he fought until the very end. But when the man clad in white robes showed up, she knew that she could no longer act as a simple spectator. "You've finally come out of hiding." Joanne said in a disgusted voice. "I take it that this bastard is a member of your fanatical little group?"

The man looked down at Alex and lifted him up via telekinesis.

"No, he is not. I must admit, he played the role of America's sweetheart so well that we didn't even think to recruit him, but in light of all I've learned recently, I think he'll fit in well with us."

Joanne scoffed like she found this whole ordeal laughable. "All of you are crazy. You'll all end up in Tartarus sooner or later."

For the first time, the unknown man showed a displeased expression as he pointed his blade at the leader of the dark angels. "That little box that the humans have made for us in the sea? I certainly think not, and the fact that you would align yourself with those beneath you is repulsive."

"We were not created to rule over the humans, we are supposed to protect them!"

"Protect? They who's hearts are so filled with bile and malice that they find a new subspecies of themselves to hate every five years?

They who have no interests aside from the destruction of one another, and the decimation of the planet they live on? They are not worthy of our benevolent 'protection'." He said scathingly. The man's sword suddenly disappeared from his hand and he held out his arms in a welcoming embrace. "Do not be blind. Confess your superiority over them in the new age and have them serve us!"

As a response Joanne merely spit on the ground, and the strange man turned up his face in disgust. "Foolish and deluded woman, the day in which we will take center stage is soon to come. I pray to my goddess that you come to your senses before then but if you do not..."

He did not finish his statement, but only a fool would have difficulty understanding where his words were going. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Touching Alex's shoulder, he took a short glance at the exhausted and bleeding Malachi, and hoped that maybe his words would have taken root in him as well.

The two men vanished in a flash, and Joanne finally showed some traces of relaxing.

Looking down at Malachi, she wiped away the blood that was running from his nose and ears. "Who... was that...?" He asked wearily. Talking had never before felt so exhausting, but he had to know just who that guy was that had tried to kill him. Joanne wondered if she should tell Malachi this given the fact that it was highly classified information, but she decided that he deserved to know this much after saving her life earlier.

"His name is Arias, and he is the leader of The New Day. It is a terrorist organization who believes in blessed supremacy and conspires to overthrow the current state of the world."

The existence of Arias and The New Day was a secret among secrets, and only a few very powerful figures within the governments knew about them.

If their existence became known, it would be terrible. Arias was a charismatic speaker, and it was so easy for him to sway other blessed to his side, and none of his points were necessarily incorrect. It would be easy for him to sway a great number of blessed to his cause. On the other hand, if humans found out that the ones responsible for their protection instead wished to rule them, their idolization would quickly turn into fear, and then anger.

But because they could not explicitly pinpoint which among the blessed had these negative outlooks, they would shift their hate to all of them indiscriminately.

And when the humans projected their hatred and inferiority onto the blessed who were caught in the middle, they would increase the likelihood of blessed joining Alias' ranks. "But... I think it may be time for us to stop hiding the truth." She admitted.

Joanne explained all of her thinking in great detail, but when she looked down into her lap she realized that Malachi had lost the battle against his exhaustion, and passed out. "Damn kid... why did you ask me a question if you weren't going to stay awake to hear the answer?" Despite her words, there was a short smile on her face that she would never show to anyone.

She wiped the dust and debris out of his face, and got a proper look at him for the first time. "I can see why my daughter fell for you, since you really are quite handsome." She muttered. "It might be hypocritical of me to say this since I was never in Annalise's life, but if you hurt her I will make you pay."