It became wildfire that engulfed her. So much wildfire that it filled her mouth, lit her eyes, became her skin, burned in her hair. But still she didn’t die. They hit her with more and more, as around them, her troops slammed obsidian rain at the archangels to try to take them down, and Raphael’s people fought back with blood and fury.
He saw Jason eliminate a proxy, Aodhan another, Galen a third before he took a sword blow to the chest that made him stagger and fall. Jason came to his aid and a bloody Andreas took up Galen’s fight.
Battle raged.
In the center of the vortex of power, Lijuan was an eerie mass of wildfire. Throwing back her head, she screamed, and wildfire erupted from her mouth to scar the sky. That was when two of Lijuan’s troops managed to slam into Aegaeon. Illium’s father had been in the process of firing more energy at Raphael. It went wide.
The vicious power of an Ancient punched into Elena before Raphael could shove her out of the way.
ELENA!
He would never have a clear memory of the moments that followed. There was too much power in the air, too much fear in his heart. He just felt energy flow violently into his body from hers. He threw the power at Lijuan almost instinctively, though his eyes were searching for Elena through the blaze of light around her.
I’m right here, Archangel. A little breathless but that was definitely his hunter’s voice. Her fingers tightened on his.
Heart thundering as the other archangels stopped firing, the sudden change in pressure causing his ears to pop, he turned to see the new ball of wildfire he’d thrown crash over Lijuan. It spread over her as with the others . . . but this wildfire was different. It had a verdant green heart so brilliant it was the kiss of spring, the lush grass under your feet, the rustle of a tree in full bloom.
That green speared into Lijuan’s mouth, her eyes, leached through to her cells. Leaves erupted over her skin, only to curl up and die. Her hair turned into vines that blackened and fell away. More leaves erupted on her face before being destroyed.
But underneath it all, her skin was steadily going green.
“Um, Archangel. Remember when I grew that tree in the lobby?”
He looked for his consort again . . . and saw her. The blaze of energy had faded to reveal an Elena whose clothing was scorched—badly. The black leather had gone a strange greenish silver at the solar plexus, where she’d taken Aegaeon’s rogue blow.
It spread out from that point in lighter shades all the way to scorched brown edges at her shoulders and her thighs, curled around her waist. But no skin showed through and what he could see of her body was undamaged.
Her eyes were locked on Lijuan.
He followed her gaze.
Lijuan was screaming soundlessly as leaves poured out of her mouth.
“Life,” Raphael murmured. “Despite all the efforts of the Cascade, all the efforts of immortality, you are raw, defiant life, hbeebti. And she is death.” The two could not exist together in the same being.
Roots erupted out from Lijuan’s body and though they shriveled away, they left holes in her. The wildfire infiltrated even more of her until Lijuan was a being of pure wildfire become an explosion of searing white light.
Raphael’s arm flew up to shield his eyes, even as he pulled Elena close.
The wildfire explosion seemed to go on forever, and when it ended, he could only see white spots in front of his eyes. But he could feel Elena in his arms, her hair soft against him and her hold strong.
“Can you see?” Her voice, dulled and distant, as if his ears had taken a pounding.
“Barely.” A minute later, the spots began to clear at last.
There was no Lijuan in the air.
Thousands of bright green leaves fell to earth in a gentle rain.
“Jeez, don’t tell me I turned her into leaves and she’s going to get together and become a zombie tree.”
Unfamiliar laughter in their minds, an old voice saying, Child, she is dead. There is no future line for her. It ends here.
You’re certain? he asked Cassandra.
Her line in time has been permanently severed. She stops forever.
“It’s over.” Elena exhaled on a shudder. “It’s really over.”
Before he could answer, he saw golden fire arc up from a rooftop to hit Xi. Lijuan’s most trusted general had been a bare meter away from Elena, his sword raised and his eyes red with battle lust, but he died there, in a single blow from Illium.
No longer able to create the obsidian fire, more and more of Lijuan’s generals fell to Raphael’s people and to the other archangels. Their dead-eyed brethren literally fell, crashing to the earth or onto rooftops without control.
Hundreds, thousands, of broken dolls over his city.
He and Elena flew toward the closest fallen fighter in silence.
The putrid smell was a noxious wave in the air before they landed. Body already partially decayed, the fallen angel’s arm rotted off in front of them.
Elena pulled out her crossbow. “Incoming.”
Raphael rose into the sky to help finish off those who continued to fight. It didn’t take long. Without their archangel, even thousands of warriors couldn’t beat seven archangels, the majority of whom were Ancients. Those who tried, died. Those who laid down their arms and showed no signs of infection were given safe passage out of New York. In the wars of archangels, the victor always showed mercy.
“They’re foot soldiers,” he said to Elena a day later as they watched the last of the troops depart—it had taken this long because each was checked for infection. But all those with the black poison in them were dead—and a cause of the ugly smell that hung over the city. He and the other archangels had worked overtime to incinerate the bodies, but the smell would take time to dissipate, even with the sea winds Aegaeon had stirred.
“Whether those foot soldiers followed Lijuan out of fear or out of loyalty, they must live with their choice through eternity—it will not be forgotten. Wherever they tread, they will be known as those who chose to swear fealty to the Archangel of Death.”
“Where will they go?”
“With Lijuan dead and as evidenced by the way the black-eyed ones fell, China is most probably no longer infected with the darkness that impacts immortals and near-immortals—but even if it is, these people have no other safe harbor. They will go there. And they will wait for their new archangel. What that archangel does with them is that archangel’s choice.”
The two of them didn’t move until the last fighter was nothing but a far-off blur. Multiple squadrons were following those troops out, and those squadrons would stay on alert until they received word that the remnants of the defeated army had landed in China.