Blessed by Night

Some ran for cover, others used their powers to protect themselves.

Malachi and Morgan were the only ones who remained standing upright and instead looked for the source of the gunfire, and the person who'd been hit.

Malachi found three gunman on a roof nearby.

Morgan found the man who'd been shot. The only detriment to this? It was Arias.

The shining leader of the new day was lying in the middle of the street; clutching his chest and screaming.

"W-Was that gunfire?? A-Are you okay, Malachi?!"

Celeste's panicked voice on the other line was all Malachi needed to draw his attention back to the real world.

"I-I gotta call you back, I'm sorry." Mal apologized.

With a click, he stuffed his phone back into his pocket and looked at his fiery companion.

"...No." Morgan shook his head.

"We need him."

"I don't need anything but a Mordello and a neck pillow, lad."

"..."

"...Fuck, I said no!"

"You know what's coming. We need to atleast make sure he's alright."

"He locked me in a blasted test tube for months!" Morgan reminded.

"I never said he wasn't a dick." Mal shook his head and shrugged.

"He is a massive dick!!"

"But he is one of only three primordial blessed in the world that we know of. Think of it not as us saving him, but as us saving his powers instead."

"..."

"...Please?" He shrugged.

"...I am starting to see how you were able to talk seven different women into sharing you." Morgan grumbled.

"In all honesty I never really had to do very much convincing after Anna." Mal realized.

He didn't really notice it before, but at a certain point the girls just kind of started making friends with each other and everything kind of just clicked into place.

Morgan wondered if Surtr had blessed him with better looks then would he also be living that kind of life.

…He was just the tiniest bit jealous, but that was only because he was only seeing the good side of things.

The girls' cycles were synced, there was almost always someone's hair in the shower drain, and whenever one of the girls was mad at him, that meant they were all mad at him until he patched things up with the originator.

Malachi definitely had his own crosses to bear.

"I'll get the gunmen?"

"I'll fix the fucker…" Morgan sighed.

Malachi and Zazu disappeared in a flash of electricity, leaving his flaming-haired mentor behind.

Morgan grumbled to himself as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and treaded over to the fallen Arias.

…And proceeded to kick him in the side.

"Gah, you bastard!!" Arias cried in pain.

Morgan waved his hand dismissively as he pulled a cigar out of his jacket pocket. "Stop your whining. You sound like a newborn babe."

"I've been shot in the fucking chest!"

"My only sorrow over that is that it wasn't the head." Morgan sighed as he lit the cigar with his fingertip and proceeded to take a big drag.

He used his foot to nudge Arias onto his back so that he could get a better look at the damage.

A bullet hole was located dead in the center of Arias' chest.

It may not have been very long since Arias had been shot, but the wound was dark and ugly as if he'd had it for years but it never healed properly.

"Huh…Maybe this is a tad bit serious.." Morgan began rustling around for something in his pocket.

"W-What are you doing..?" Arias groaned.

Morgan pulled out his phone and opened up the camera.

"Going to make this my wallpaper. Smile for the camera and say 'New York'. "

This was perhaps the first time that Aroas had ever seriously regretted not killing Morgan when he had the chance.

-

When the men on the rooftop realized Malachi was pursuing them, they wisely decided to split up.

He saw three shadowy figures dart across the rooftops before each of them headed north, west, or east.

Malachi landed on the roof closest to him and stopped.

"Master, they're running." Zazu reminded.

"Uh-huh."

"Aren't you going to chase them??"

"Nope."

Malachi held out his hand and a ball of cyan electricity formed in his palm.

Recognizing what he was about to do, Zazu quickly tried to talk him out of it.

"T-That might inconvenience the people here, boss…"

Malachi waived his hand dismissively. "It'll be fine, I promise. I just need to turn out the lights for a couple of seconds…"

"If you say so…"

Malachi finished charging the sphere of energy and it released a single pulse.

Nothing too dramatic, and yet it disrupted every electronic system in a mile's radius; rendering a portion of New York pitch black for a span of 3 seconds.

One of the fleeing gunman was running along the side of the building when it happened.

Everything in front or around him became pitch black.

As if that weren't disorienting enough, he suddenly felt 'something' grab hold of his body and pull him backwards.

The next thing he knew, his bodies was colliding with a hard surface and he and his associates were rolling on the ground all over each other.

Not half a second later, all of the lights in the city came back on.

Now, the fleeing gunmen could easily tell that they were right back on the roof where they'd first split up at.

And there was one more person here with them.

"See, Z? I'm sure nobody even noticed."

"Alright, boss, I guess I have to give it to you. That was indeed very 'P'."

"…"

"…Too muc-"

"Yea, too much."

"I'll work on it." The bird nodded.

Mal raised his hands above his head and a dome of shadows encased the roof.

As the men slowly started to get up, Malachi realized they didn't look any different from ordinary citizens.

However, their body temperatures were quite a bit lower… dangerously low in fact.

"Evening to you, gentlemen."

Malachi tipped down his glasses so that his blinding purple eyes were visible.

"Why're you all cutting out so soon? I was just hoping to ask you a question or two."