Akira belonged to a category—frighteningly incomprehensibly distinct. Someone capable of wielding Lucifers powers and surviving to share the experience. Of all the angels Lucifer stood as the mightiest; the sole angel created by God from fire a being formed from flames rather, than light.
Akira's gaze resembled a pair of blazing infernal embers glowing with the force of Lucifer. Yet the greatest fear among all was not the flames, within his eyes. The sheer impossibility of it. Lucifer had never united with him. So how could Akira possibly wield a power that belongs to the First One He Created?
[AKIRA-POV]
"Hold on… what?" At that moment the phrase that escaped my lips was barely audible nearly swallowed by the air enveloping us.
"Now that I am not merged with him how do I harness his strength?" The voice I employed to speak felt very unfamiliar, to me—it was fractured, uncertain and anxious.
Lucifer took a step forward filling the air with his presence. His gaze locked onto mine those ancient eyes shining with a knowledge no mortal ought to witness. Gradually his eyes roamed over my frame as if appraising a weapon he had forgotten crafting. He shattered the quiet, with his words his tone a blend of wit and arrogance swirling like smoke.
"It astonishes you doesn't it?" he remarked with a grin. "Following the detachment, from your body a fragment of my strength remains within you. I don't quite understand why… Nobody has ever 'employed' me before. You, Akira are the human able to 'endure' me."
My heart pounded wildly. This was completely unforeseen— no utterly implausible. The suggestion was that to unleash his power I didn't need to be merged with Lucifer. His flame was within me…, without him present.
Just as I was beginning to accept the terror of that reality Yuras voice sliced through the silence like a blade.
"Alright! That's enough!" she shouted, her annoyance, in her tone. "The best approach is to stop perplexing him by muddling yourself."
She approached me with a blend of camaraderie and warning that I was accustomed, to. Her fingers reached out for mine, tender… nearly trembling with emotion. She held them as though they were flower petals she feared might crumble. Then in a heartbeat that took my breath away she kissed my fingers. Rested her forehead on my palm.
"Akira…" Lowering her tone to a murmur filled with warmth and a touch of aching tenderness she murmured, "I've been waiting for you for such a long time. What a stunning yet cruel twist of fate that reunites us—, after all these years. Do you… happen to remember me?"
Her eyes pleaded. Her voice entreated.. Within me there existed only emptiness.
"I have no idea who you're " I admitted honestly. "I only just encountered you here."
Yet each word and every press of her strength within me was that pain—like a memory struggling to break free, from unseen bonds.
Yura grinned, a hint of sorrow touching her lips. "It seems your father maligned your memories beyond what I expected. I have always loathed him... For driving us "
Though her voice was gentle the impact of her words hit me like an earthquake.
She tilted her head slightly. Her gaze hardened with resolve. "Yuna " she spoke without glancing behind her "the moment has arrived for him to recall. Ultimately… he belongs to us now. And fate " she exhaled, "relentlessly follows its prey to the end."
Yuna approached me with the calmness of a predator. Before I had a chance to react her hand. Clasped my neck, cold and firm. She pushed me back against a stone column, with strength—the shock knocked the air from my lungs. Her palm rested on my forehead.
"Fix your gaze on my eyes " she commanded.
Her eyes snapped wide—glowing, molten devouring like magma. The warmth was not physical… it blazed within my mind engulfing it like flames, beneath my consciousness. My vision wavered. The ground was spiraling. My perception was unstable.
And shortly after that… blackness consumed me utterly.