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“Stop! Your so gross Micheal!” Max giggled as she shoved Mike’s face away from her with one hand, her other still tangled in Lucas’s curls as she wove golden dandelions through them. The petals dripped something like honey onto his forehead, and Lucas scrunched his nose, pretending to hate it while Will doubled over laughing beside him. Dustin—already crowned with a lopsided wreath of thorns—was attempting to braid El’s hair with far more enthusiasm than skill, his fingers catching on the strands as she smiled serenely at the chaos around them.
“Well better gross than boring,” Mike shot back, flicking a stray dandelion stem at Max’s cheek. She shrieked—half-laugh, half-outrage—and retaliated by smearing honey-sticky petals across his nose. Lucas, now thoroughly decorated in gold and pollen, rolled onto his back with a groan. “You’re all ridiculous,” he muttered, but the grin tugging at his lips ruined the effect.
“Even me?” Will teased, flopping onto the grass beside Lucas and poking his cheek. Lucas swatted at him lazily, but Will dodged with a laugh, his halo flickering like a candle in the breeze. Dustin squinted at them from behind El’s shoulder, his tongue poking out in concentration as he tried—and failed—to twist her hair into something resembling a braid. “Dustin,” El said gently, “you’re pulling.”
Before Dustin could apologize, the sunlight dimmed—not like a passing cloud, but as if the air itself had thickened. A shadow stretched across the grass, long and wrong. The laughter died in their throats.
“Hello, little lambs.” The voice dripped like spilled syrup, sweet and cloying. He crouched at the edge of their sunlit circle, his wings—too glossy, too *perfect*—casting fractured rainbows over the trampled flowers. His grin was a crescent of sharpness. “Skipping choir again? Naughty.”
“Choir’s *boring* Dustin blurted, fingers still tangled in El’s hair. His halo flickered nervously, casting jagged shadows across Eddie’s sharp cheekbones. The older angel—because he had to be an angel, didn’t he?—tilted his head, eyes glinting like polished obsidian. “Oh, I know,” Eddie crooned, “you know when I was a young angel my friends and I would sneak down here too.”
The kids exchanged glances—Mike wiping pollen off his nose, Will scooting closer to Lucas—but Eddie’s grin was disarming, his wings shimmering with the same pearlescent sheen as the gates of the Silver City. He plucked a stray dandelion from Max’s knee and twirled it between clawless fingers, the stem bending unnaturally straight. “Ever been to the Cloud Veil?” he asked, casual as breathing. Six heads shook in unison. Eddie’s smirk deepened. “Thought not. Too busy *practicing harmonies*.” He rolled his eyes, and Dustin snorted before he could stop himself.
Eddie leaned in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Tell you what. I’ll show you the Veil—real stars, not that fake glitter the Archangels toss around—if you promise not to tattle.” His wink was pure mischief, the kind that made even El’s serene expression crack into curiosity. Lucas hesitated, but Max was already nodding, her halo flaring bright with excitement. “What’s the catch?” Will asked, ever the cautious one. Eddie clasped a hand over his heart, the picture of wounded innocence. “No catch, little brother. Just… sign this.” A scroll unfurled from his sleeve, glowing with starlit script.
The contract hovered between them, humming with celestial energy. Dustin squinted at the tiny, looping letters—angelic shorthand—but before he could decipher a word, Mike snatched the quill Eddie offered. “It’s probably just a liability waiver,” he muttered, scrawling his name with a flourish. The ink burned gold before vanishing. One by one, the others followed, even Will, lured by Eddie’s laughter and the promise of forbidden skies. Only El paused, her fingers hovering above the parchment. Eddie’s smile didn’t waver, but his wings twitched—just once—like a cat’s tail before the pounce. “Trust me,” he murmured, and she signed.
The moment the last stroke dried, the hillside shuddered. Eddie’s form flickered—wings darkening at the tips, his halo warping into something jagged—but the illusion snapped back so fast the kids blinked, unsure what they’d seen. “Perfect,” Eddie purred, tucking the scroll away. Then the screaming started.
Not from the kids. From above. Two figures tore through the sky like comets, trailing molten gold and fury. Steve hit the ground first, wings flared wide, spear already leveled at Eddie’s throat before his boots touched grass. His halo burned white-hot, casting long shadows that made Eddie’s too-perfect grin falter. “Undo it,” Steve snarled, pressing the blade just deep enough to draw a bead of black ichor. “Now.”
Billy landed like a thunderclap, wings mantled between the kids and Eddie, his own halo flickering dangerously. He didn’t bother with words—just bared his teeth, the gold flecks in his eyes gone molten. Dustin yelped as Billy’s wingtip brushed his shoulder, the feathers scorching holes in his shirt. “Billy—?” Lucas started, but Billy cut him off with a growl that shook the air. “Shut up and stay *back*.”
Eddie sighed, rolling his neck until the spear’s tip scraped bone. “Relax, Angel,” he drawled, but his voice had lost its honey—now it was the crackle of dry kindling. “They signed *willingly*.” Steve’s grip tightened. “Bullshit. You glamoured them.” Behind him, Max’s breath hitched; her fingers came away sticky with something darker than pollen. The ink. It wasn’t celestial. It was *blood*.
“Your bluffing.” Steve spat, pressing the spear deeper. The black ichor welled thicker, dripping onto Eddie’s collarbone—but Eddie only laughed, a wet, guttural sound. “Am I?” His pupils slit like a serpent’s. The contract unfurled in midair, glowing with the kids’ signatures, now pulsing like veins. Will gagged—the scent of copper and burnt sugar choked the air.
Billy moved first. A flash of gold, a snarl, his fist closing around the parchment—but it seared his palm, flesh sizzling. He recoiled with a curse. Eddie’s grin returned, jagged. “Oops. Hell’s got *rules*, sweetheart.”
“Then undo them! There just kids! For fucks sake Eddie, don’t do this!” Steve’s voice cracked—half fury, half plea—as the spear trembled in his grip. Eddie’s grin twisted, something raw flashing behind his eyes before he schooled it back into cool amusement. "Too late," he murmured, and the ground beneath them groaned like a living thing.
“Stop! Stop! I offer myself as a substitute!” Steve’s wings flared, casting holy light across the trembling grass. His spear clattered to the ground as he spread his arms wide. “Take me instead.”
“Tempting…but no.” Eddie’s claws flexed—when had they gotten so sharp?—as he traced Steve’s jawline, leaving thin red welts in their wake. The kids’ whimpers tangled into a chorus of terror, but Billy’s growl drowned them out. “Don’t fucking touch him—”
Eddie’s laugh was a razor dragged over glass. “Relax, princeling. I’m feeling generous.” His gaze flicked to Billy, lingering on the way his wings trembled with barely contained violence. “Two for one deal.” His claws snapped—a sound like breaking bone—and the contract split down the middle, names rearranging themselves in smoking glyphs. “Their freedom,” he purred, “for yours.”
“Deal.” They spoke in unison, Billy’s voice rough as gravel, Steve’s trembling but sure. The contract flared crimson, searing their signatures into the parchment with a hiss of damnation. Eddie’s grin split wider—too wide, teeth glinting like shards of onyx—as the earth beneath them yawned open. Sulfur choked the air. The kids’ screams tore through the sudden darkness, hands grasping at Steve’s wings, Billy’s armor, but the chasm swallowed them whole.
“Just please—let us say goodbye,” Steve choked out, his fingers scrabbling at the crumbling edge of the abyss as the kids' screams echoed from below. The ground bucked like a living thing beneath them, sulfurous steam searing their lungs. Eddie's claws flexed—hesitant—before he snapped his fingers. Time stuttered. The world stilled.
The chasm froze mid-yawn, edges jagged like broken teeth. Billy's wings were half-submerged in the darkness, Steve's fingertips white-knuckled around Dustin's wrist where the boy dangled over the void. The kids hung suspended in the air, tears crystallized on their cheeks. Eddie exhaled through his nose. "One minute," he muttered, like the words tasted foul. The contract burned hotter in his grip.
El's hair drifted weightlessly around her face as she turned to Steve, lips forming silent words. He reached for her—too far, always too far—but the frozen moment fractured when Max's scream shattered the stillness. "Don't go!" Her fingers clawed at Billy's feathers, coming away with molten gold stuck under her nails. Billy didn't flinch. "Listen to me," he growled, cupping her face with hands that smelled of hellfire already. "When you see Nancy—"
The contract pulsed like a second heartbeat in Eddie's fist. A crack spiderwebbed through the frozen time; Lucas' flower crown disintegrated petal by petal as reality stuttered. "Twenty seconds," Eddie murmured, examining his claws like they bored him. Steve didn't waste time—he hauled Dustin up by the collar, pressing their foreheads together hard enough to bruise. "Tell Robin," Steve choked out, "tell her I—" Dustin's sob cut him off. "I know," he gasped, fingers digging into Steve's wrists. "I *know*."
Billy had Max's face cradled in both hands, his thumbs smearing gold and sulfur across her freckles. "You run straight to Hopper," he snarled, but his voice broke on the name. Mike was clinging to Steve's wingtip, the primaries blackening where his tears hit. Will's hands glowed faintly celestial as he tried—uselessly, desperately—to heal the burns blooming across Billy's knuckles. El said nothing at all. She pressed two fingers to Steve's lips, then Billy's, her eyes gone midnight-dark with power.
Eddie watched from the crumbling edge, his claws tapping an arrhythmic beat against the contract. Five seconds left. The parchment squirmed in his grip like a living thing. He could feel the weight of their grief pressing against the frozen moment—Dustin's snot dripping onto Steve's breastplate, Lucas biting through his own tongue to stay quiet, Max's little fists balled in Billy's scorched feathers. It shouldn't have mattered. Hell didn't deal in mercy.
Then El's fingers brushed his wrist.
Eddie recoiled like she'd burned him—maybe she had. Her touch left smoldering fingerprints on his skin, the scent of ozone and something achingly familiar curling between them. His claws spasmed around the contract. "Don't," he hissed, but her eyes were already bleeding black, pupils swallowing the iris whole. "You're hurting," she whispered, and Eddie's wings jerked violently, sending fractured rainbows skittering across the frozen screams around them.
The parchment in his hand trembled—not from magic, but from the way his fingers shook. Behind El, Steve was mouthing prayers into Dustin's hair, his halo flickering like a dying star. Billy had Max's face pressed to his chest, his own breaths coming in ragged, wet heaves. Eddie's throat clicked. "Three seconds," he rasped, but his claws were retracting, the contract's edges softening like wax near flame.
El's fingers pressed harder. "You don't want to," she murmured, and the words weren't celestial—just a child's truth, blunt as a knife between ribs. Eddie's wings twitched, the too-perfect iridescence flaking away to reveal scarred membrane beneath. The contract pulsed once, twice, then—
The parchment tore itself apart.
“Times up.” The words tasted like rust on Eddie’s tongue, but the contract was already dissolving into embers between his fingers. The frozen moment shattered—Dustin’s wail ripped through the air as Steve and Billy wrenched free from the kids’ grasping hands, their wings flaring in perfect, terrible unison as gravity inverted. The chasm swallowed them whole.