Chapter 107 The Child Hidden in Light
The mist clung to Dreams’ skin like a warning, cold and thin as spider silk. He dragged a trembling hand through his hair, fingers slipping through damp strands as his chest tightened. “Why didn’t you tell me this, brother?” His breath hitched, turning into pale clouds under the winter-blue sky. “Heaven and Hell… war is coming again?”
Michael didn’t move. He stood like a statue carved from strained light, eyes fixed on the distant horizon. The muscles in his jaw twitched as if he were fighting every memory that wanted to surface. For a long moment, the only sound between them was the wind slipping through the ancient stones.
“Some truths are too heavy,” he finally said, voice low, almost broken. “Even for family. But soon… nothing will stay hidden.”
Dreams stepped in front of him, blocking the view Michael kept running to. The cold bit into his skin, but his determination burned hotter. “If the Hemilune blood is going to kill your child, then we end the Hemilune blood. Simple.”
Michael’s laugh came out sharp, empty, nothing like amusement more like a blade dragged across stone. “I need the Hemilune blood, Dreams. More than you understand.”
A shadow flickered across his face, something old and wounded. His eyes carried a storm that had been building for years.
“She will be the reason the war starts,” Michael continued, voice threading into something darker. “She will tear the vampire realm apart. And I…” His throat bobbed as he swallowed resentment. “I need her blood to destroy my son’s mother.”
Dreams felt the ground tilt beneath him. The revelation cracked through him like thunder. “The mother of your son?” The words barely escaped.
“Yes.”
Michael resumed walking, though every step looked forced, tight, as if anger wrapped chains around his legs.
“But why?” Dreams pushed, following him. “She carried your son. She brought him into the world. You should”
“Should what?” Michael whipped around, the mist swirling from the force of it. His wings flared slightly, trembling with raw emotion. “Honor her? Protect her?” His voice rose not loud, but fierce, shaking. “Have you ever seen a vampire and an angel lie together?”
Shame flashed through his expression like lightning.
“It was a mistake, Dreams. A huge one.”
His fists curled until his knuckles turned bone-white, veins straining along his forearms.
“I wanted to know what it felt like… to be with one of them,” he said, voice dropping to a rough confession. “And I regret it every day.”
His gaze hardened, filled with a fury that wasn’t directed at Dreams at all.
“Vampires feed on humans creatures I swore to protect. Yet I lay with their queen.”
Dreams swallowed hard, his throat tightening as Michael’s pain spilled into the space between them like fractured light. It wasn’t just guilt there was something older in it, something that tasted like regret and ashes.
“I took the child from her the moment she gave birth,” Michael said. The sharpness in his voice softened into something almost fragile, and his eyes lowered as if he was staring at a memory he wished he could un-see. “I forced her to vow she would never reveal we had a child together.”
He stopped walking. The wind carried his cloak forward, rippling around him as he turned slowly. Storm clouds hid behind his eyes, swirling, threatening to break.
“If that child had suckled even once…” His voice dropped to a whisper thick with dread. “Even for a moment… she would be tied to him forever. A connection no angel could break.”
Dreams felt his chest tighten until breathing hurt. “Michael…”
“But I will never allow my son to know his mother is a vampire,” Michael said, the words harsh but trembling. “A queen. Cunning. Seductive. Dangerous in ways you cannot imagine.”
He stepped closer, the air humming with barely contained emotion.
“Dreams… after Dorcas, you are the only one I’ve told. Keep this for me. No matter what.”
The weight of that trust fell heavy on Dreams’ shoulders, settling deep like iron. He nodded slowly. “And since that day… you haven’t seen her again?”
Michael let out a cold, humorless laugh. The mist around them shivered at the sound. “Never. Why would I? She is darkness. I am light. We were never meant to cross paths.”
Dreams lifted his chin, grounding himself. “Where is the child now?”
“With Dorcas,” Michael said. “She keeps him close to Lucifer. The boy lives in the human realm… right under Lucifer’s nose. And our brother has no idea.”
But he was wrong.
Far away, in a dimly lit room where shadows curled like snakes, Lucifer’s lips stretched into a slow, blade-sharp smirk. His eyes snapped open two burning red stars slicing through the dark.
He had heard every word.
He no longer needed Dreams’ ears, nor to seep into his mind like a whispering parasite. The truth had come to him clean, whole, and far more delightful than he expected.
Michael’s child.
Here.
Near him.
Hidden.
Protected.
But protection meant nothing when Lucifer was the one watching.
A low, dark laugh rumbled from his chest, vibrating through the room like a promise.
Michael had made one mistake a fatal one.
A vampire mother could destroy her own child, whether vampire, half-god, or anything else born of forbidden blood. Love didn’t stop a vampire’s nature. Blood didn’t save them.
And Lucifer?
He would make sure Michael watched…
when the child’s fate finally unraveled.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Thank you so much for reading this chapter! I truly appreciate every one of you who takes the time to follow this story. Your support means more than you know, and it’s what keeps me excited to keep writing these twists, secrets, and surprises.
Michael finally revealed a truth he’s been hiding for years and Lucifer heard every word. 👀
I’m curious… what do you think about Michael’s past with the vampire queen? Do you feel bad for him, or do you think he brought this trouble on himself? And what are your theories about the child should he ever learn who his real mother is?
I’d really love to hear your thoughts!
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