Chapter 106 Secrets of Blood and Shadows
Lucifer leaned back on the marble bench, the cool night breeze tracing the lines of his face. Leaves rustled softly in the garden, their shadows flickering like restless spirits. A slow, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, the kind that promised secrets and mischief.
“Leave that to me,” he murmured, voice smooth, almost velvety, yet edged like a blade hidden in silk. “There’s still a lot I’ve never attended to on Earth… things like what Brother Dorcas asked. Things like Michael’s child you chose never to tell me, sister. All because of some vow you made with him.”
Nature’s laugh drifted through the night, low and musical, carried on the breeze. She stepped forward, her movement fluid, almost predatory. Shadows seemed to curl around her feet, reaching out like dark tendrils as if the night itself leaned in to listen.
“I vowed never to tell you that, brother,” she said, her eyes glinting in the pale moonlight. “No matter what… I will never tell you.”
Lucifer’s gaze sharpened, dark and piercing. He leaned slightly forward, elbows resting on his knees, fingers drumming lightly on the cold marble. “Then give me a hint,” he said, voice calm but firm. “Just a hint of where the child is.”
Dorcas tilted her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. She closed the distance between them slowly, deliberately, the wind teasing strands of her hair across her face. The night seemed to wrap itself around her like a cloak, whispering with every step.
“Don’t think you can deceive me, brother,” she said, her tone both playful and dangerous. “Michael’s son… he’s always been close to you. A child I made you care for naturally. A child I made sure you’d never hate, no matter what.”
Lucifer’s lips curved into a slow, calculating smile, the kind that made the air itself seem to thicken. His eyes, sharp and unblinking, followed her every movement. “And where is this child?” he pressed, voice low, deliberate, as though each word was a trap.
Nature’s smile deepened, unreadable, almost cruel in its serenity. Her eyes shimmered with moonlight and mischief. Before she slipped into the shadows, her voice lingered, soft, teasing, mocking.
“Finished. You will never find out.”
Lucifer crossed one leg over the other, leaning back once more, a predator watching its prey from afar. His eyes glinted with unshakable determination. “Let’s see how long you and Michael can hide him. I will find out. One way or another.”
The next day, Dreams found Michael at their usual meeting point. Pale tendrils of mist curled around the ancient stones like ghostly fingers, clinging to the ground and curling around their feet. The forest beyond hummed softly with the early stirrings of morning, but the air between the two brothers felt heavy, almost charged. Dreams’ gaze lingered on Michael, a mixture of disappointment and concern etching deep lines into his normally serene face.
“Brother…” he began, his voice calm, measured, yet carrying a weight that made the words tremble slightly, “I am really disappointed in you.”
Michael stiffened, tension coiling in his shoulders like a drawn bow. He turned slowly to face Dreams, golden eyes flaring with restrained anger. “What did I do, brother?”
Dreams stepped closer, the mist curling around his ankles, his eyes steady, unflinching. “Why did you keep it from me? That… you have a son.” His voice was softer now, fragile in contrast to the accusation it carried.
Michael’s fists clenched at his sides, knuckles whitening. “How did you know? You checked my dreams?” His tone was sharp, defensive, almost accusing.
A faint, knowing smile tugged at Dreams’ lips. “Yes,” he admitted, letting the words hang between them like smoke in the cold morning air. “After that… incident with Lucifer, I couldn’t stop myself. I peeked into your darkest dream. That’s how I found out… you have a son. And only Nature knows about him.”
Michael’s shoulders slumped slightly, a shadow passing over his face, the golden light of his eyes dimmed for a heartbeat. “It’s a mistake… a mistake I want buried forever. I never wanted him to exist.”
Dreams took another step forward, the mist parting around him as though giving him space. “But he’s your grandchild… half-god.” His words were soft, almost tentative, yet they cut through the tension like a blade, pressing against Michael’s defenses.
“No. You won’t understand.” Michael’s voice was sharp, eyes glittering with a storm that had nothing to do with the morning sun.
“Then make me understand, brother. Make me understand what I cannot comprehend.” Dreams’ tone was steady, unyielding, as if his very presence demanded the truth.
For the first time that morning, Michael’s gaze softened, a flicker of vulnerability passing through the storm behind his eyes. He looked away, jaw tight, before exhaling slowly. “Promise me this stays between us.”
“I promise, brother. Between us,” Dreams replied without hesitation, stepping closer, closing the space, the mist curling around them like a silent witness.
Michael drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as if bracing for the weight of the confession. “The child’s mother… she’s a vampire. Queen of vampires.”
Dreams blinked, disbelief flashing across his features. “What? Brother… how? How is that possible? How could an angel… sleep with a vampire?”
Michael’s jaw tightened, his hands clenching at his sides as though restraining more than anger. “It was a mistake. A big mistake. That’s why I never wanted him to exist. I kept him far away. The Hemilune blood… it could have killed him.”
Dreams’ eyes widened, heart hammering in his chest. “Killed your son?”
Michael’s voice dropped to a gravelly, grave tone, each word carrying the weight of inevitability. “Heaven has a prophecy. Hell has a prophecy. Both speak of the same thing: this time, the Hemilune blood. The Heaven prophecy says Michael’s son will die by the sword of Hemilune blood… a death that will ignite war between Heaven and Hell.”
Dreams ran a hand through his hair, the mist sticking to his fingers, his mind spinning. “Why didn’t you tell me this, brother? Heaven and Hell… war is coming again?”
Michael looked away, jaw tight, gaze distant, lost in thoughts too heavy to speak. “Some truths are too heavy… even for family. But soon, nothing will be hidden.”
The mist thickened around them, curling and twisting like living shadows, carrying the weight of secrets, prophecies, and the looming storm of war.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Hey readers,
Wow, this chapter was packed with secrets, tension, and a whole lot of family drama! Lucifer is on the hunt, Michael is hiding truths, and the stakes are higher than ever with prophecies and danger looming over everyone. I hope you felt the suspense and the weight of these revelations as much as I did while writing it.
I’d love to know what you think! Which part shocked you the most? Are you team Lucifer’s curiosity or team Michael’s secrecy? Don’t forget to like, comment, and share your thoughts your feedback keeps me inspired to keep the story coming!
Stay tuned… things are about to get even more intense.