Know Me By Name

KAYLEE'S POV

1950

"Again, Alek." James watched as my son flexed his back. Because he had been ripped from my womb in my Fall, I had very good reason to believe he could have wings.

My own wings were starting to grow back. It was only a few feathers, but it made me happy to see them again. Most of the Fallen never earned their wings back. Then again most of the Fallen deserved to Fall.

Alek flexed his back again, and I watched in horror as my son's back became covered in blood. Little rivers of blood flowed down his back. It was so dark, almost black actually. Rushing to him, I placed my hand on his back. The blood only continued to flow, seeping into my hand.

"James! Do something!" Fear had entered my voice. Angels couldn't die, but the Fallen could.

The warlock stared at us and then waved his hand. Instantly, Alek's back closed up and the blood disappeared. I pulled my son to me, holding on to him. Is this how all mothers felt?

James turned to me, a look I didn't recognize on his face. "Kaylee, I need to speak with you... in private."

We walked away from my son, afraid he was still in pain. I had experienced plenty of pain in my time as an angel and as a Fallen. Only two things in life had been equal in their pain. The firs was when I had Fallen and my wings were ripped from e. The second was when they started to grow back.

"What is it, James? I think Alek needs me. The pain of the wings growing back is extremely painful."

James bit his lip. "I think I know why his back ripped open." The warlock sighed. "When we first found the baby, I put a spell on him to cover his wings scars. I've renewed it every year and haven't taken it off. I believe that's why he's in so much pain."

I blinked. "You put a protection spell on my child?"

"Yes," he said, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be! Just remove it."
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Aleksander carefully stretched his back. Once the warlock had removed his spell, my son's wings had started to form. Unlike me, he would have all of his feathers fairly quickly. They were oddly beautiful... or at least they would.

"Mother?"

"Yes?" I rolled my neck. Things had been very bland for the last one hundred years. The Rose Council had settled. No one even believed in the supernatural anymore. Most of them could leave the confines of the Rose Mansion now. I hadn't heard a peep from the angels or the demons. It was too eerily quiet, and I didn't like it. This was why I missed my guardian powers.

"What are the exact powers I'm supposed to have? I don't seem to have any of yours and all you said was that dad was the angel of death. What powers am I supposed to have?"

I stroked his hair. "Baby, you just got your wings. Your powers-- whatever they may be-- have been repressed for over one hundred years. It'll take years, but they will come."

"So they could be yours or they could be my father's? What were his?"

I sighed. "His powers are not discussed, Aleksander. I'm not even sure Matthew knows the full extent of what he possesses. God forged us all with very specific purposes. In this case, Matthew was meant to bring death. God did not forge you."

"What... what do you mean? I thought He only created the original eight Archangels." Alek looked at me in confusion.

To be fair, no one really understood the concept of angels and how they came to be. After the original ones, He created six more female angels. It was with those twelve that he matched them off. When they felt ready for their own angel, God made them one. Alek was the only naturally made angel. He was an angel forged from love.

"I mean, Aleksander, your father and I made you. I have no idea what powers you will have since God did not make you."

Notes

FINALLY AN UPDATE