So the last part. I have nothing more to say about it, except maybe that I was in a very depressive phase when the framework for it came up. Among other things, the poem at the end. When I read it again the other day, I almost had to cry myself and that means something.



Deadly reunion

Part 14



Slowly but steadily, the pale disc of the moon gave way to a bloody shadow that spread relentlessly and the pale light had to make way for the shadow more and more. But the meadow in front of the cliff was dimly lit by the lamps along the way and the shadows of the small group were clearly drawn on the grass. Angelus hovered a few meters above the ground like a bad omen and looked down at his former master with icy coldness in his eyes. He hadn't moved or spoken a word for more than 15 minutes.

Kai couldn't take his eyes off the angel of death, with whose fate he suddenly saw himself connected. He was leaning on Max on the edge of the scene and the archangel's words echoed in him. Her face! The fine features that had eternally burned into his heart like a negative and which he could never fail to recognize were now frozen and as alien to him as the blood-red moon in the sky. How could he have missed the silent scream? Why hadn't he seen that all of his dreams were just a desperate attempt by Luna to plead for help? She had also told him everything, hoped for his help. He clearly heard her request, saw her fear when she found out about the lunar eclipse. He had let her down the moment she needed him so badly. And now? Now her beautiful body had to serve as a shell for a spirit that couldn't be uglier or more evil. Her soft, warm voice was marred and disfigured by words of darkness.Her wounds ached him as if they were his own. The cuts that disfigured her back and arms and came from the wings. If he could free her, he would give anything for it and if it was his life! Even if the devil came in person and asked his soul for them, he would without hesitation prescribe it to the prince of the underworld. But he wouldn't accept her death! Resolutely, he wriggled out of Max's supporting arm and took a step closer to Angelus.

A little away from Kai, directly under the angel, stood Chris, the amulet in his hand. She stared up with the same intensity as Angelus stared down and you thought you could see lightning flashing between the two of them. The bloody shadow now completely covered the moon and all good light had disappeared, the darkness remained, because it was older than light and older than all life. With the all-consuming darkness, Angelu's posture changed too.

Up until now he had held his staff loosely in his right hand with the sickle blade pointing downwards, but now the clear metal sparkled as he lifted the blade and pointed it at his opponent in an infinitely slow motion. Chris didn't move a millimeter from the place, but lifted the amulet on the outstretched arm towards the Black Angel. She knew that Luna had lost at that moment. Tyson, for whom the concern for his love was now beyond their command, took a few quick steps towards the unequal couple and shouted: "Chris leave that! Come away!" Chris turned his head briefly to give him a gentle look to throw, but she said sharply: "Go back!"

It happened in a split second. Angelus jerked the staff around, drew back, and let the blade hiss through the air in a wide circle. The broadside hit Tyson directly on the shoulder. The sound of splintering bones accompanied his flight through the air until he hit the ground with a thud and writhed on the ground, moaning.Max and Kenny ran over to their friend at the same time and carefully pulled him up so Max could examine him. Immediately afterwards the young doctor ran towards the castle. Tyson's shoulder joint was shattered, the shoulder blade splintered and the upper arm was only held together by muscles and tendons. The shoulder and arm were covered in blood, and here and there terrifying white fragments of bone protruded from the wounds. Kenny defeated the actually stronger one until Max sprinted out of the castle with his bag and injected his friend with a strong sedative, because the pain was already clouding his senses and he kicked and kicked uncontrollably.

Chris had watched the whole thing with growing horror. Should the scenario repeat itself? Should she lose another loved one through this figment of hell? First her father, then Kathrine and now also Tyson? Her fear faded when she saw that Max was with Tyson and taking care of him. Thanks!He lives! She didn't know who she was sending this silent thank you to and at that moment she didn't care. From her all higher powers could refer the thanks to themselves, the main thing was that one continued to hold her protective hand over her and her friends. Slowly she felt a paralyzing pain in her arm, which she still held outstretched. What did she expect? The Angelus left Kathrine's body and retreated into the amulet? Hardly likely!

The beast was no longer just any ghost. It had physicality, it was real, and it would hardly bring this newfound reality back. Okay Chris, think! What was in your father's notes? , she forced herself to think as the lunar eclipse gradually began to dissolve. As if the slowly emerging white were a start signal, Angelus opened his wings to the full span. Immediately the night wind settled in and made the knife blades sing a low, eerie melody.

Chris was slow to register what happened next. The black angel suddenly shot forward, weapon raised, the point of the blade cutting the air and following a line that would inevitably run through Chris' chest. Paralyzed with fear, Chris stared at the approaching danger and couldn't move. All of her muscles failed her, she was not even able to lower the arm, whose hand clasped the amulet convulsively. As if her body had gone into a freeze, not even her heart beat faster. Pulse and breathing were normal, even seemed to be getting slower and calmer. Not even the proverbial images that portrayed her life flew past her inner eye. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing there, except for the sharp sickle blade that would cut its way through her body at any moment.

Then she fell aside.

She felt warm hands on her arm, even after they had not been there for a long time and she was lying on the grass.The cold dew crept out of the stalks into the fabric of her T-shirt and pants. She was alive and Angelus was out of sight. Instead she saw stars and a red moon. She was definitely not dead, because she could clearly feel her tailbone, on which she had landed. What happened? She vaguely remembered hands, but there was no one next to her.



Angelus' attack ran in slow motion before Ray's eyes. The silver blade seemed to move only inches per minute, but its aim made his blood run cold. A yawning black abyss of fear opened up in his heart as he realized who was going to die. It wasn't panic that seized him, it was a nameless horror that seized him, grabbed him and never let go. A dull throbbing deep inside him that switched off all reason and only allowed one emotion: courage. The courage of despair and love.

He was halfway there when he found himself running at full speed.It was also only now that Kai's calls reached his ear. Since they didn't get quieter, his friend probably had to run after him. But Ray felt as if he were floating, as if fear and newfound determination carried him on wings. Kai's distance got bigger and bigger, but more because Kai's run had found a new target. With the last step, Ray reached the young woman. Instinctively he had long since thrown his arms up and with the momentum of his run pushed them out of Angelus' line of attack.

Whether it was megalomania or madness, no one could say later, but at that moment it seemed "normal" to Ray: He stopped and turned to Angelus, who with his wings had just covered the last few meters that were still missing for his attack.

Icy calm spread on the cliff. Even the sea seemed to be holding its breath.

Ray stared at the cold metal on his chest in disbelief. The silver crescent moon on Angelus staff had disappeared up to the middle in his body and he knew - from wherever - that the tip on the other side had come out of him again, but he felt no pain.Something warm rose up his throat and he tasted it sweet on his tongue.

Ray raised his eyes from the blade in his chest to whoever held the other end to it. Angelu's eyes were blank, completely devoid of emotion. There was neither hatred, nor bad joy, nor satisfaction. Nothing. Absolute emptiness. The two delicate hands held the black staff tightly and then suddenly pulled the sickle out of Ray with a jerk.

The brief force tore Ray from his feet forward, where he remained on his knees. Angelus was no longer important to him. There was still incomprehension in his eyes as he felt the long wound with both hands, the blood of which stained his white tunic red. His breath came in gulps and gulps and slowly he realized that he would not live too long. His eyes darted around searching until they caught on Chris, who was sitting on the floor a little way next to him.

Her face was scarred with horror, her beautiful green eyes stared wide at him.His gurgling cough popped a knot and she crawled forward fast enough to catch Ray's sagging body. She wrapped her arms around the injured man and pressed her forehead against his head.

Neither paid any attention to the shadow, which lunged at Angelus from the side and tore him down the cliff. As if the sea were receiving a long-awaited sacrifice, the waves reared up and rushed against the rocks with increased intensity. But neither Chris nor