Reports on new changes filtered in to the Vampire Realm before the second moon peaked.
Lucian stood in the halls of his central command hall with Zane, Anita, Heron, and a handful of Origin members around as the first messages were recited. The caution was thick on the words, but the implication wasn't.
On New Earth, Mob had fallen during seemingly routine practice flight and golden wings torn wider than ever recorded. Light that had nothing to do with any known bloodline of angels spilled from him in slow, solid waves powerful enough to require the full evacuation of three city blocks. When the young man rose from the ruins, the pressure in the air was thick with the weight of true progenitor. The Angel seat, which had been vacant since Michael went silent, had claimed another occupant.
