Angel Wings - Prologue Lucis Deep azure eyes glinted in the starlight. The cool breeze ruffled pale blond hair that shadowed carefully defined features. “It’s her.” The young man breathed. ​“Are you sure, Lucis?” Drawled a voice from behind the fair-haired man. Lucis turned to the one who had spoken. The one who stood there was his exact opposite. He was slightly shorter that him and his raven black curtain of hair were in definite opposition to Lucis’s practically white curls. The young man’s arms were folded in obvious impatience. The wind blew the black wave of hair out of his face revealing intense unmistakable violet eyes. The shadowed man glared at Lucis with those daunting irises, burning and flickering like low-lit embers. The bravest of men would have cowered at such an unnatural stare, but Lucis remained unmoved by this and gave the darker one a small reassuring smile. ​“I am positive. Just look at her, Del.” Lucis gestured toward the two young girls below who walked in the shadowed streets of New York City. ​The two young women were each a different height and size. The smaller one was talking animatedly to the other, her short blond hair swinging around her. The quieter one laughed occasionally at the blonde’s comments, her long chocolate brown hair landing in soft gentle curls. ​Lucis watched Del, patiently, as he waited for his response. Del glared at these two for several moments. Lucis was not completely clear on why. There was no mistaking it. They had found her, after tireless nights of searching, they had found her. Finally Del turned back to Lucis. “How much time do we have?” ​Lucis turned his attention back to the two girls. His heart skipped a beat as he gazed at the young brunette. He inhaled deeply before replying. “A little more than an hour.” ​Del shook his head. “Of course.” He grumbled. “How in the world are we supposed to get to her? How do we get her away from blondey?” ​As if the girl heard him, she slowed her speed, and looked around suspiciously. Lucis now looked at the petite blonde one as well. The girl was small and wiry; she had a short, choppy hairstyle with impish features. Lucis blinked. “We’ll just have to lead her away.” ​“Easier said than done,” muttered Del. “You’re way too optimistic if you think we can pull this off without getting caught.” ​ Lucis chuckled softly. “I thought you’d have figured that out by now. It’s my job to be the optimistic one.” ​ Del shook his head. “Well you had better have some sort of plan.” ​ “Don’t you know me at all?” Lucis turned around to where a duffle bag lay. He pulled out two large hooded sweat shirts, one black, the other white, matching the two of them. Del’s eyes narrowed, beginning to follow where Lucis was going. “You mean we’re going in?” Lucis nodded and tossed the black jacket to him. Del caught it without looking, just continued to stare at Lucis. “That’s a bit of a risk, don’t you think?” ​“Well it was a risk just coming here.” Lucis replied. Then he tilted his head to the side. “And since when did it matter to you if it was a risk?” ​Del shrugged. “Personally I just don’t want to cover these up.” Having said this he stretched out two colossal black-feathered wings. They reached out behind him like late afternoon shadows. “And I have a feeling you don’t really want to cover anything up either.” He gestured to Lucis’s own wings, which seemed to glow like an angel’s, as pure and white as fresh snow. ​ It was Lucis’s turn to shrug. “Well, do you have a better idea?” ​Del glanced back at the girls who were turning the corner. “We could wait till she comes out.” ​ Lucis shook his head. “No, that wouldn’t work. She would come out with her friend, and if we wait it may be too late.” Lucis paused then more to himself he said softly. “We found her just in the nick of time.” Lucis stared at the now empty street, with the brash sound of music emanating from the building the girls had entered. Lucis waited for Del to argue, but when there was no reply he turned back to him. ​“Are you ready for this?” Del’s usual cold indifferent attitude was gone and was replaced with something gentler. ​Lucis felt color rising to his cheeks. He turned away quickly and pulled the sweatshirt over his head. He retracted his wings into his back. Del was right, it was its own fair share of uncomfortable, but the gaze that Del now bore into him was even more so. Lucis finally said. “This is for the Anahalians, our people, nothing more.” ​Del said nothing, but when he turned away he heard a distinct noise that didn’t quite sound like words, but more like an annoyed scoff. ​ ​“What?” Lucis said a little reproachfully. “I am being serious.” ​ Del whirled back to him. “Then keep it that way. We are not making this personal.” ​ Lucis shook his head and he could almost feel his heart ache. “Of course not.” ​ Del watched him a moment longer before pulling on his jacket. “Good.” He said with finality.