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Evenstar

Book 2 of the Morningstar Trilogy

By Darcy Town

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Continuing thanks to my Reloy, Emma, and Dan for being great feedback providers.
 
Thanks to Adrian for proofreading.
 
Thank you mom for being supportive!

Prologue – The Day before Days Began

There was no beginning and there was no end, no up or down, light or dark.
 
Everything existed at once with no distinction.
 
One presence encompassed it all, one consciousness.
 
It saw no reason to continue, for what would continuing bring?
 
No growth could occur; there was no future and there was no past.
 
There was nothing because it was everything.

Beyond all else God was bored, tired of the never changing sameness.
 
It sought an end, or a beginning, something to change what it was now.
 
It decided to split, to divide and build itself anew.
 
It desired to experience itself subjectively, to forget so that it could learn again, so that it could grow.
 
As the thought formulated, the action took place, no distinction from idea to reality.

A fracture formed, a split, a duality in the structure.
 

***

Monday (morning)

Dahlia played with the silver chain at her wrist as hot water rained down from the shower above.
 
She loved her new place.
 
She loved her new friends.
 
She loved her new boyfriend.
 
Thoughts of her nightmares had faded, along with the aftereffects.
 
He wanted to be with her,
really
be with her, crazy outbursts and all.
 

She smiled.
 
She hummed and closed her eyes as she worked shampoo into her honey-colored hair.
 
The notes echoed through the bathroom, and the air around her shimmered.
 
Her eyes turned red as she opened a bottle of conditioner.
 
Her heart fluttered.
 
The bottle slipped from her fingers.
 
“Damn it!”

The bottle of conditioner burst open as the words left her mouth.
 
Dahlia sighed.
 
“Shit.”
 

She ceased humming, and her eyes turned back to blue.
 
She mopped up the conditioner and cursed her clumsiness.
 
Belial would probably be upset, it was one of her designer brands, but Dahlia was only human after all.
 
At least, that is what she thought to be true.
 

***

Andy sat on his unused bed and finished wrapping Dahlia’s birthday present.
 
He set the present aside and stared at the door, wondering if it was time yet to get up as a human would.
 
A bird landed at one of his many feeders outside his window.
 
The sparrow chirped and hopped from foot to foot in the morning sunlight.
 

He smiled.
 
“Hello sparrow.”

Belial threw open his door.
 

Andrealphus
, Lucifer has a beard!
 
Come check it out it’s totally weird!
 
Come on, come on, come on!”
 
She jumped on his back and wrapped her legs around his neck.
 
Her long blonde hair got in his face, obscuring his vision.
 

Andy grinned and batted at her.
 
“What?”

She leaned over and matched her big blue eyes to his gray ones.
 
“Come on!
 
I’m
serious
, he’s fuzzy!
 
He just showed me!”

“No way.”


Yes
way!
 
He went to see Furcas!”

Andy jumped up.
 
He secured her around his shoulders and ran from the room, giving her a piggyback ride.
 
The pair dove into Furcas’ room laughing.

Paimon passed the duo and scratched his fingers through his red hair.
 
He headed downstairs to get breakfast ready.
 
He stretched and listened to his joints pop.
 
Underneath his wrinkled clothing, he was bruised down to the bone.
 
He grinned and thought about breakfast, determined to make a meal that would manage to please Dahlia while irritating Furcas.
 
         

Belial and Andy ran screaming from Furcas’ room with giant smiles on their faces.
 

Furcas dove into the hall after them; his normally perfect hair and clothing mussed and crumpled.
 
“Immature, fucking children!
 
Act your age!”
 
He launched a pearl handled razorblade at the two as they fled.
 
The blade sunk in Belial’s back, lodging in-between two ribs.
 

Belial pulled it out and hissed.
 
“You ruined my shirt, you asshole, and Dahlia could have
seen
!
 
I’m keeping this.”

“No, that was a present!”

Belial shrugged.
 
“Too bad for you!”
 
She stuffed the blade into her bra.
 
Andy pulled her into his bedroom.
 
Furcas ran in after them, swearing.
 

Paimon passed Berith on the landing.
 

The giant rumbled his hello and headed towards the backyard.
 
He had swords and armor on under his bulky hooded sweatshirt.
 

Paimon gave him a once over and shook his head.
 
“For once someone looks worse than I do.”

Berith stared at his outfit as he stepped outside.
 
“I am in disguise.”

Apple laughed at him as he walked into the morning sunlight.
 

***

In Furcas’ bathroom, Lucifer played with the razor Furcas had supplied for him.
 
He eyed the blade and scraped it across his face; it did not do very much.
 
He glanced down at the supplies that Furcas had laid out in neat rows on the countertop, their labels handmade.
 
Lucifer surmised that this shaving was supposed to be a deliberate process, done with care and skill, something done slowly.

He moved the bottles aside.
 
He spread a towel on Furcas’ marble countertop and sliced straight through his left cheek.
 
Blood gushed from the wound and soaked the towel in seconds.
 
Lucifer watched new smooth skin form as the injury healed.
 
The skin was beard free.
 

Satisfied with the result, he cut along his throat, coating himself in blood.
 
He severed an artery by accident, spraying the mirror.
 
He wiped a spot free so he could continue to see what he was doing.
 
Furcas could clean up after him later.
 

He brought the blade back to his face.
 
Dahlia liked clean-shaven, he would be the cleanest.
 
He smiled at his progress.

Lucifer finished his face and tossed the razorblade into the sink.
 
He hopped into Furcas’ shower, the silver bracelet and chain on his wrist jingled as it ran across the tile.
 
He washed the clotting blood off his body and hummed to himself.

***

Dahlia walked out of her bedroom.
 
Her silver chain ran into Furcas’ room, the door was closed.
 
Belial’s laughter and Furcas’ indistinct shouting came from Andy’s room down the hall.
 
She shrugged and padded down the stairs, led by her nose to the smell of bacon.
 

Paimon poked his head out of the kitchen.
 
“Food’s almost ready, take a seat.”
 

Helion handed her a glass of orange juice and smiled.

Dahlia sighed and took a seat next to the hungover trio of her mostly-human friends Tracy, Whitney, and Jacob.
 
She smiled.
 
“I love three day weekends.
 
They’re so relaxing.”
      

***

Twelve Hours Later

Belial screamed in rage.
 
She fixed her gaze on the burning wreckage of the helicopter Andy had crashed into the woods.
 
She cut down swaths of Solomon Soldiers, human men, as she raced to the wreck.
 
Lilliam and humans fought back and forth on either side of her.
 
She could not focus on those that died near her; she only saw the helicopter on fire.
 
She imagined Andy trapped beneath it, suffering.

She leapt on the twisted metal and tore.
 
Humans shot at her; some tried to pull her away from the fire.
 
She flung burning pieces of plastic at them.
 

Belial punched through fiberglass.
 
Her skin blackened and bubbled in the heat, but she would not relent.
 
She ripped through the metal frames of seats and chucked the junk into the blue and white forest that surrounded the property.
 

Andy’s broken hand poked through the shredded remains of straps.
 
Belial split the steering console with a punch.
 
Andy lay underneath, unconscious, skin blistering and healing in a repeating cycle.
 
Belial’s chest constricted and panic squeezed her heart.
 
She reached for him, grabbed his neck, and hauled him out of the cockpit.
 
She leapt from the helicopter and landed in the grass.
 
She cradled Andy in her arms, ignoring the pain in her limbs and the dying fire on her jacket.
   

“Wake up!”
 
She dropped to her knees and held Andy’s head in her trembling hands.
 
“Andrealphus,
please
wake up!”

Archangels Michael and Uriel entered the atmosphere; the resulting sonic boom drew her attention from Andy’s slowly healing body to the sky above.
 
The Archangels burned like comets in the night sky.
 
Her eyes went wide.
 
“Fucking shit!
 
Andrealphus
!”
 
The Archangels headed straight for Dahlia.
 
“Get up now!
 
Dahlia needs you!”
 

Paimon’s voice rang across the chaos in the yard, “
Incoming
!”
 

Belial covered Andy’s body with hers.
 

Michael slammed into the ground.
 
The force of the impact flattened her against Andy’s chest.
 
Dirt filled the air.
 
Belial spat blood.
 
Beneath her, Andy stirred and blinked.
 
He opened his eyes as his black hair and eyebrows grew back.
 
He saw her, touched her hand, and smiled.
 
“Hi.”

Belial slapped him across the face.
 
“Idiot!
 
You could have
jumped
from the helicopter!”

Uriel hit the ground next to Michael; a shield of white light blasted out from him.
 
Outside the radius of the shield, Belial and Andy were knocked flat, but not pushed.
 
Scores of Lilliam were shoved into them, repelled by the heavenly energy.
 
Fairies and elves toppled end over end, many unmoving where they fell.
 

Belial struggled to get up as the ground shook.
 
She stumbled to Andy’s side and helped him to his feet.
 
Lucifer shouted from somewhere behind them.  Solomon Soldiers rushed out of the shielded area, blinded by terror and their desire to kill Lilliam.
 
Belial took a swipe at the first male to get near her.
 
She shoved the bloody body at Andy.
 
“Get dressed!
 
You have to get
Dahlia
!”

Andy tore off the melted remnants of his clothing.
 
He stripped the corpse and changed, the clothes ill-fitting, but sufficient.
 
He punched out a woman as she ran by.
 
“What’s going on?”

Belial decapitated a man.
 
“Michael and Uriel landed.
 
We’re on Plan B; which means you need to go
now
!”

“Understood!”
 
Andy grabbed her hand and picked her up.
 
He jumped towards Michael; they soared through the air and hit the shield with a thump.
 
Both jerked in shock, expecting to have continued to the ground.
 
They flailed their arms and slid down the domed surface.  They landed in the grass and stared.

Belial stabbed at the wall of light.
 
“It’s solid.
 
What is this?”

“Some new invention of Gabriel’s no doubt, it’s like the pendant.”
 
Andy slammed his palms down on the transparent shell.
 
“Michael has Dahlia!”

She stared at Andy.
 
“What are we supposed to do now?
 
What about the plan?”

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