The Art of Falling: The Age of Mythos, #1

By Gwen Gades and Dani Cojo

When the gods created the universe, denizens called angels and demons were given the task of guiding the souls of the departed to their afterlife. Angels brought the righteous home to Heaven, while demons guided the less fortunate into the Underworld. This divide between good and evil should have kept the denizens separated; but sometimes fate has other plans.

 

Regal is unlike all of the other incubi in Hell. Not only does he have feathered wings and a nagging conscience, but he was also given the title of Prince of Lust at birth. Guess that's the perk of being the King's son. Despite having his future set in stone, he wants to prove that he is worth of being the heir to the Kingdom of Hell, even if that means taking big risks.

 

Keir is the son of a highly respected Dominion and Guardian Angel in Heaven, and is one of Gloria's Archangels in Training. Specializing in the virtue of Kindness under the guidance of his mentor, Archangel Michaelangelo, he still has a lot to learn about Earth and its inhabitants before he can move up in the ranks of the Angelic Hierarchy.

 

These two powerful forces collide when a battle over a human's life goes awry.

 

Keir finds himself head over heels in love with the demon, and Regal is given the rare opportunity to seize the angel as a personal servant. Regal's ambition leads him to jump at the chance to become the first demon in history to covet an angel; but Keir is much smarter than he anticipates, and the two end up tethering their souls together in an unbreakable vow.

 

Keir is more than happy to have the bond between them, but Regal wants out of the deal. The only way to do that is to make the angel fall from grace and become a demon. But can Regal succeed in his plans before Keir makes him ascend into Heaven and become one of Gloria's children?

 

Filled with emotion and suspense, The Art of Falling is a modern day romance with a fantasy twist that brings you up close and personal with the hearts of angels and demons, showing that even celestial creatures from ethereal realms have some humanity in them.

 

WHAT READERS AND REVIEWERS ARE SAYING ABOUT THIS EXCITING NEW SERIES:

 

"A great read from start to finish! Cojo establishes her own unique mythos and weaves it into a compelling story of strength of will and love…it is also refreshing to see a piece of LGBT+ inspired literature that doesn't rely on orientation play as a propelling factor behind drama…I cannot wait for the next installment!" – Haydn P.

 

"The Art of Falling is a fun take on good versus evil, Heaven versus Hell, and two unwitting lovers in a battle for their souls. This book's got enough familiarity to entice you, and plenty of new steps to make it refreshing and interesting. I can't wait for the next one!" – Kaylen R.

"It has absolutely captured my attention with its prowess. Drawing from mythology and religion in ways both creative and believable, this bad boy hooks you from the get-go and keeps you reading…a worthy piece for anyone to read, and come back to!" – Caitlin J.

 

The Art of Falling is a must-read for those who want to be:

Immersed in a diverse world of magic and myth

Invested in an expansive cast of heroes and villains

Kept on the edge of their seat as the plot thickens

Begging for more by the end

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dragon Moon Press
• Release date: May 1, 2024
• ISBN: 9781774000663

Book preview

Chapter One

In the center of Heaven lay the birthplace of sin.

Eden could be seen from any point in Heaven, with the Tree of Knowledge and the Tree of Life towering over most buildings and stretching out to cover the entire garden with their metallic, shimmering leaves. They were planted side by side, growing together until their bark split and wove into one knotted tree. Knowledge was white with golden leaves, and bore plump, pink fruit that held all the answers of the universe in their juices. Meanwhile, Life was a deep gold with silver leaves. Its delicate, purple berries could be squeezed into ambrosia that gifted eternal life.

Together their roots burrowed deep into the ground and stretched across the entire garden, sustaining all life that lived inside the gates. All of Gloria’s creatures lived in harmony. Colorful birds with vibrant plumage nestled among the treetops, mingling with monkeys and lizards. In the ponds and creeks, there were miniature sharks and whales swimming among reef fish, otters, and turtles. Small mammals such as chipmunks, opossums, and raccoons hid among hydrangea bushes and fields of tulips. Wild cats and foxes laid along sunning rocks while deer and rabbits rested peacefully in the shade of birch and oak trees.

Beneath the holy tree, between the twisted roots, was a simple white table decorated with a China tea set and a tray of scones. It was a quaint display, perfect for idle chit-chat, but Keir found himself sitting there for a much graver conversation.

It was time to face his goddess for judgement.

Two weeks had passed after his clash with Viraine. Keir was now allowed to leave the infirmary and return to his studies, but that also meant there was no delaying his punishment any further. Very few angels have ever broken the ethereal laws or commandments—those who have were disgraced and banished from Heaven, or sent straight to the Sea of Discord. He wrung his hands together nervously, dragging one thumbnail underneath the other until he was able to make a small tear on the edge to peel. The sting helped distract him from his fate for a fleeting moment.

Gloria sat across from him, manifesting Herself into a less intimidating form. Despite Her shorter stature and motherly aura, Keir could feel the power lying underneath like a riptide. She poured a cup of tea and handed it to Keir. He nodded his head in thanks and took a sip, trying to hide the fact that his hands were shaking. The tea had an underlying sweetness that made his stomach curl.

As one would expect, Gloria could sense the fear coming off Keir in waves. She took a scone and broke it into two, placing half on the small doily in front of him.

Be still, Keir. You’re not in trouble. She took a bite out of Her own pastry, noting the flash of confusion in Keir’s brow. I want to know how you’re doing. How do you feel? You seem to be healing well.

I’m good, Keir said quickly with a wavering smile. His goddess gave him a knowing look, causing him to stare down at his hands. I’ve been better, but it’s not as bad as it looks…

Do you still need your crutches to walk?

Keir nodded. Michaelangelo says it shouldn’t be too much longer.

And how are you emotionally? Typically, those who break a bond feel depressed. Are you coping well after severing your ties with Regal?

I, uh… He didn’t know how to respond. He had gone through so much over the last several months. Of course, he was upset about losing his connection with Regal, but he wouldn’t say he was depressed over it. If anything, he could still feel a part of his soul trying to find its bond-mate, and it made him more determined to restore what they lost. He had a feeling that wasn’t the answer Gloria wanted to hear. He settled for, I’m managing.

It won’t be easy overcoming the ties you had with Regal, but I have faith you will be able to recover. You’re so much stronger than you appear. Gloria brushed the crumbs off Her fingers and took a sip of tea. I hope you know I’m proud of you.

Proud? Keir gasped softly. "How can you be proud of me? After what I did?"

Gloria smiled softly, despite a lingering sadness in Her eyes that Keir couldn’t quite place. My dear, I’ve already forgiven you for all the mistakes you will ever make in your lifetime. With that said, it is still against the ethereal laws to kill other celestial beings, including demons…

Keir’s nausea immediately doubled.

Normally, trials such as these would be held before The Thrones, Gloria continued. However, you have a unique situation that I would like to handle in a more private setting.

Keir glanced out toward the edge of the garden. Through the trees, he could make out the domed marble roof of the courthouse. He had never been inside before, and he had certainly never met a throne in person. The high-ranking angels were rarely seen by the public, but rumors said that they manifested as objects so they could witness the true colors of those who entered. After all, no one expects a chair or a lamp to listen in on their confessions. The fact that Gloria didn’t want them involved in his judgement made him wary.

During your time on Earth, I was watching you. I was always by your side, even when you were at your lowest points. I watched you try to reason with Viraine when she confronted you. I watched you nearly give up your own life to protect another. I watched you weep as you defeated your enemy. This is how I know without a doubt that you are innocent of any crimes against the Ethereal Kingdoms.

But I still… I broke the law. I k–killed… Keir choked, unable to say the words. Shame coated his throat like sludge as memories flashed in his mind: Viraine’s body hitting the floor, the scent of her ichor permeating the room, his hands sticky and black… He squeezed his eyes shut and covered his face with his hands. No matter how hard he pressed the heels of his palm against his eyes, the images wouldn’t leave.

Keir, don’t be afraid.

There was a warm pressure on his shoulder. Keir cautiously lifted his hands away from his face, and once his blurry vision subsided, he saw that Gloria was now standing beside him. He then realized that he was trembling hard, his knees knocking together and his muscles tense. His face was wet with tears, and he felt dizzy from holding his breath.

Your cup… he whispered, noticing that he had dropped his tea. It landed safely in a patch of grass.

Don’t worry about that, Gloria said soothingly. For now, just breathe in and out with me. This will pass.

Gloria held Keir against Her bosom. Lovingly, She ran Her hands through his hair and Keir felt a sense of relief crash over him. With each breath, he could feel the anxiety being pulled from his body, leaving him empty and exhausted. He leaned into Gloria for what felt like hours.

I’m sorry…

No need to apologize. No one expects you to heal from trauma that quickly. Are you ready to continue our discussion?

The young angel nodded, sniffling and rubbing his nose on his sleeve. Gloria returned to Her seat across from him.

Now, it is true that you ended Viraine’s life. However, she was too far gone. She broke the very covenant you believed you’d broken the moment she vowed to harm you. She aligned herself with anarchy and thus was already on the path to become a Son of Cain.

Keir could hear the grief in Her voice. It was as though She had lost Her own daughter. The Sons of Cain are people who have sworn themselves to Chaos, he said, clearing his throat. I don’t think she wanted to betray Jackal. She wanted to get Regal back.

I assure you, if she had succeeded, she would have been judged by Jackal and would have been banished to the Sea of Discord.

Then why haven’t I been banished? She threatens to harm me, and she is considered chaotic. I kill… he stopped again, holding back the tremors. It’s not a fair trial…

The fact you worry about fairness at a time like this only proves the purity of your heart. She wouldn’t have considered your side. Gloria reached out across the table, taking Keir’s hand in Her own. "In my eyes, you did not kill an ally. You killed a fledgling of Chaos. For that, you did not break an ethereal law and do not deserve damnation. However, you did still break a fundamental commandment and I cannot let murder go completely unpunished.

"The Thrones and their blind neutrality would have you cast out as Fallen, but I know you are destined for more. You see, archangels often must make difficult decisions, such as the one you made that night. You did your best to find a peaceful resolution, and only acted when there was no other choice. It’s why you have what it takes to be a good archangel and why I believe becoming Michaelangelo’s deputy is the best path for you.

As such, you will not be allowed to leave Heaven without permission from Michaelangelo until further notice. You will remain here to focus on your role as a deputy. This will be your punishment for breaking a commandment.

That’s fair, Keir murmured. He knew he should be happy that he was only being grounded, but he couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Gloria seemed to notice.

I know you want to be out there with Gabriel, but you’re safer here where we can monitor your progress. I have no doubts that he will be able to find Regal and bring him home.

Right, because as long as Regal is on the run, She thinks I might run, too… Keir thought, remembering what Gabriel had warned him during his time in the infirmary.

Other than that, you are not reprimanded in any other way. All details of your mission will remain confidential.

Thank you, Gloria. Keir stood and bowed deeply in thanks.

Now go and get some rest. You have a lot of training ahead of you.

Gloria watched as Her young fledgling grabbed his crutch and took to the sky, his wings still stiff from his recovery. Not long after he had reached the gates that led back into the city, She smelled the scent of cinders. She looked over Her shoulder as Jackal materialized out of a cloud of smoke. He dusted off his jacket and walked over toward the table.

Right on schedule, She mused. What a pleasant surprise.

I don’t want to waste time, Jackal said as he sat down in the seat where Keir was sitting. His gaze fell on the broken scone in front of Gloria. Who had the honor of breaking bread with you today?

Keir, Gloria said as She folded her hands together. We were discussing his punishment for killing Viraine.

Oh yeah? How’d that go?

He is forbidden to leave Heaven for an undetermined amount of time. I thought banishing him was too harsh for self-defense.

Are you keeping an eye on him to make sure he actually listens?

I have faith he will make the right decisions, Gloria responded simply. After all, the biggest test of character is how one acts when they believe they aren’t being watched.

Jackal rolled his eyes and took the scone, popping it into his mouth. You let him off easy. He should be on a tighter leash.

I’ve grown out of my overbearing phase. You should work on it as well.

Whatever. Keir killing Viraine was probably for the best. She would have ended up falling to Chaos at the rate she was going. Jackal brushed the crumbs off his fingertips and sighed. Unfortunate situation—she was a good prince.

May her soul rest peacefully in the ether until she is ready for a stable reincarnation, Gloria prayed, and in that moment, the two gods felt as though the black expanse of the universe sighed. In the meantime, we have bigger concerns to worry about. Regal needs to be brought back to Purgatory.

What he needs is to come home and take his place as a prince and heir, Jackal grunted, crossing his arms over his chest. We don’t have to waste our time with negotiations.

A proper judgement will determine where his alliances shall fall. Gloria broke Her scone in half once more, offering it to Jackal. He didn’t accept the gesture.

You just want him for yourself.

Gloria sighed, shaking Her head. Yet again, Jackal was failing to see the bigger picture. If you’re going to bring that up, then yes, I would like to have my angel back. However, that isn’t going to be the case. Regal won’t choose to return to Heaven or Hell.

Did your tree tell you that? Jackal stared up at the massive tree they sat beneath. The fruit hanging low from the branches taunted him, begging to be plucked and eaten. He craved to taste the nectar of Knowledge and Life, but Gloria would never allow that. Not after what Satan did to prove his usefulness as a demon.

You know I wouldn’t abuse the tree’s power for one angel.

He’s a demon.

Regardless, he is showing signs of Chaos within him.

My son isn’t falling into Chaos’ grasp! Jackal barked, slamming his fist on the table. Their teacups rattled from the impact.

Gloria glanced down for a brief second before raising Her eyebrows at Jackal. Once again, he was acting like a child and throwing tantrums. She reached out and rested Her palm against his arm. I know you don’t want Regal to become corrupt like Satan.

At the sound of Satan’s name, Jackal’s eyes turned black and his body went rigid.

Please understand why we have to do this.

Jackal sighed, letting out all the anger and energy that was pumping through him. He hated how quickly the satanic part of him rose under his skin and took control. He pulled his arm away from Gloria.

It’s hard to plan a manhunt on your own son.

Gloria blinked. She knew all too well how that felt.

It’s getting late. Let’s finish our conversation inside. She stood up from the white table, leaving the tea set in its place. Jackal stood up and hesitated beneath the twisted tree that loomed above them. He reached up to steal one of its precious fruits, but was stopped with a harsh smack on the wrist. Gloria glared at him as She waved the staff She had summoned in a motion of disapproval. It was gilded in gold and adorned with jewels that spiraled down the sides. The handle was carved to look like a giant eagle, with two diamonds for eyes. They twinkled rainbow colors when the light hit them just right.

She led them down the winding cobblestone paths that led through Eden, keeping the staff by Her side to reprimand Jackal if he dared to steal something from Her garden again. Birds sang in Her presence and plants bent toward Her, vying for Gloria’s attention. She let Her fingertips brush against the petals and leaves. At the edge of the garden, near the northern gates that led through the courtyard to Gloria’s palace, was a small home made from brick and thatch. Two people worked outside it. The man was fishing in the crystal pond, his pants rolled up to his knees as he waded in the water with his net. The woman was pulling out weeds, her dress billowing around her as the breeze picked up briefly. As the gods walked past, they stopped what they were doing and bowed to greet their lords. Gloria nodded at Adam and Eve, approving of their work as Eden’s gardeners, before leaving.

No more visitors today, Gloria told the two cherubim guarding the gates. The baby-faced angels nodded, their warm smiles and rosy cheeks hiding their strength. Their pale, golden wings were covered in eyes that watched for intruders entering the garden. Jackal shuddered as he remembered the first time he tried to sneak in, and how they had turned into deadly warriors who nearly tore him apart. He learned quickly to never enter Eden without an appointment.

Jackal and Gloria crossed the marble and stone courtyard that connected Her palace and Eden. Freshly pruned bushes and flowers lined the walkway, and in the center was the Fountain of Fate. Constructed of white quartz, the fountain held clear, shimmering water within its pentagon-shaped basin. Gold and silver coins thrown in by passing angels and souls covered the bottom, glistening in the light. At each point of the pentagon were Roman pillars that held up the second basin. Water cascaded down the sides like rain as it overflowed. From the center of the second bowl was one lone pillar that had a statue of Gloria’s original form: a naked, pregnant woman with wild hair that fell past her waist. In one hand was a staff that matched Gloria’s, and in the other was a chalice. The cup had pinholes carved into the sides, allowing water to trickle down. The basins told stories of how She created the Universe and everything that inhabited it, and how Olympus evolved into Heaven after the Death of Hades caused a shift in mortal theologies. The pillars were left blank to represent all that the future could hold.

As the gods passed, angels and saints who were visiting the fountain bowed to pay their respects. She smiled and blessed them, but Jackal merely scowled at how they stared at him with curiosity. It wasn’t often that the god of Hell visited Heaven.

At the end of the courtyard was Gloria’s palace. From the outside, it looked like a modest white church with a belltower, but Jackal could look past the magic and see it for what it really was—it was a massive temple, several stories high. At the four corners of the building were tall pillars that spiraled up into the sky. Atop each pillar was a large sphere that resembled The Egg—Gloria’s terrarium of life. The outer walls of the palace were made of marble reinforced with angelic steel and had ancient runes and hieroglyphs. Twinkling lights that resembled stars lined the giant arch leading to the doorway.

You shouldn’t hide your palace from your citizens. They should see your glory, he commented as they walked through the front doors.

I don’t need to prove my glory with lavish temples, Gloria responded curtly. But if it makes you feel more at home…

When the doors shut behind them, the modest interior shimmered and molded to expose the grandeur that was Her holy house. White wallpaper gilded with gold rolled down the wooden walls, and ceilings stretched upward in massive arcs and were painted with Her image. All of the windows were made of stained glass, creating a kaleidoscope of colors to dance along the walls. Chandeliers and floating lanterns lined the sprawling hallways, and the marble floors were lined with plush carpets made of the finest textiles. As they walked along the hallway, paintings materialized on the walls. Within each golden frame was a portrait of the most holy beings. They became alive at Gloria’s presence, genuflecting as they passed. Jackal sneered as the image of Lucifer, the beloved son of Gloria, stared back at him accusingly.

At the end of the hall, two seraphim guarded the doors to Gloria’s room. Their radiating, blinding light made it impossible to see their identity. Only their six illuminating wings were visible. They raised their swords as Gloria approached. She whispered a password to them so quiet that Jackal couldn’t even hear Her voice. The seraphim lowered their swords, appeased by Her answer, and opened the door. She thanked them and motioned for Jackal to enter first. Once he was safely past the guards, She stepped inside and locked the doors behind Her.

Gloria’s private chambers were broken into several rooms: bedroom, library, living area, and throne. The door they came through led to the living room. In the corner of the room was a large spiral staircase that led to the second-floor bedroom and third floor library, eventually ending at the bell tower that could be seen from any point in Heaven. In the main living area, couches and chairs with decorative pillows faced a large white marble fireplace. A giant rug with constellations embroidered onto it sat in the center, the stars twinkling. Glowing lamps made the room feel warm, inviting, and safe.

You’re uncomfortable, Jackal said, only mildly irritated from being inside Her Palace. He preferred having their meetings in Eden.

Have you been able to see Regal on Earth? Gloria asked as She stared out the stained-glass windows that looked out toward the garden.

Not consistently, Jackal admitted.

I’m having the same problems as well.

How? Can’t you ‘see all?’

Yes, but not all at once. Even still, it’s troubling when I find myself unable to see… She paused, bringing Her fingertips to rest upon Her lips in thought. I can only think of two things that can affect my sight like this. First being the state of Regal’s soul. Because he chose to flee to Earth, he is technically in limbo… his soul isn’t set on a final resting place, and it could cause him to fade in and out of our vision.

And the other option?

He could be hiding in Headmaster’s territories.

Since when was he able to shield his territories from you? Jackal questioned, his anger flaring once more. He clenched his fists tightly as he tried to contain his rage. The nerve of him. First, he betrays us, and then he blocks me from seeing him. Now you? That good for nothing, greedy, arrogant—

Gloria gently touched the end of Her staff on Jackal’s shoulder. I’m allowing his privacy. It’s a fair trade for all his help. His academies help balance magic on Earth and keep mythos and humans separated.

Jackal shook his head with frustration, trying to let go of the uncalled-for anger building within him. Dammit, Gloria…

Watch your mouth. Gloria chided. She turned and began to pace, staring at Her sandaled feet. With my vision failing, I have appointed Gabriel to find him and bring him back. I recommend you do the same.

Jackal let out a short laugh. "Is Gabriel aware of who he’s hunting down?"

That will cloud his judgement, Gloria stated. It is best if he doesn’t learn the truth until after we’ve retrieved Regal.

Your mistake, Jackal replied with a shrug. In that case, I’ll send Kasdeya as my own bounty hunter.

Your Prince of Wrath? I would have thought you would send Etoile.

Jackal scowled. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a bit short-staffed at the moment. Lack of loyal princes and all.

Gloria rolled Her eyes. Whatever you think is best for your kingdom. In the meantime, I will contact Headmaster and tell him to bring Regal to me if he catches him in his region. Then we can judge him accordingly in Purgatory.

Hold on. Why should he send Regal to you?

Because you and Headmaster don’t get along well. That’s why he hid his location from you in the first place.

"So? Regal is my son, not yours."

He is Gabriel’s son, whom you stole—making Regal my kin, Gloria rebutted.

That isn’t fair, and you know it.

Coming from the god who cheated the rules in the first place! She snapped, Her frustration spiking for a moment. Everything went silent as there was a deep rumbling from beneath them. The clouds supporting Heaven turned darker and flashed with lightning. She took a deep breath to collect Herself. If you want to play fair, then Regal should be sent straight to Malektil. He’s completely neutral in this situation.

Jackal huffed. Fine, if Headmaster captures Regal, Malektil gets him.

Then it’s settled. We will each send one hunter who will not be allowed to have help from outside sources. Whoever captures Regal first has ownership until judgement.

The two shook hands on it, their energies fusing into a bond. The deal couldn’t be broken. At least, not intentionally. An eager grin split on Jackal’s face.

This isn’t a competition, Jackal, Gloria reminded him. We’re working together to bring Regal home.

Whatever you say, Gloria.

Chapter Two

Keir stood on the steps outside of the Institute and gazed up at the massive sandstone and granite building. It was ten stories high and had a sloping roof that curved at the ends to lay flat, making it the perfect resting place during flights. The façade had rows of arched windows, marking the hundreds of dorms and classrooms within. Dark oak doorways, much like the one he prepared to walk through, led inside the main hall, although some hallways were exposed to the outdoors to allow for quick travel through the building.

The boarding school had been his home for the last decade as he trained under Michaelangelo. Yet anxiety churned in his stomach at the idea of moving from his current dorm on the trainee floor up to the deputy level. His hand tightened around the handle of the crutch at his side.

I’m not ready for this.

Regardless, he limped forward and pushed open the massive door, entering the building that now felt foreign to him.

The inside of the Institute was as immaculate as the outside, with stone-tiled floors, chandeliers hanging from the mess hall, and paintings of historical angels. The main floor was where the dining hall, recreation room, and classrooms were located. The second through tenth floors consisted of bedrooms and conference halls. Keir would be moving from the third floor, just above guardian angels, to the fourth. He began to make his way to the stairs and slowly climbed up to the next level.

As he rounded the corner, he bumped into someone coming down the steps. He stumbled and dropped his crutch, hearing it clatter down the stairs. He reached out to catch himself on the railing and sucked in a pained breath as he put his weight on his wounded leg for balance.

Watch where you’re going!

S–sorry! I didn’t mean— Keir mumbled quickly, stopping when he saw whom he had bumped into. Although they had never crossed paths before, the green-eyed blond before him was immediately recognizable: Malachi Goldwyn, the Star Child of the Institute, and Gabriel’s deputy. He was one of the youngest angels ever appointed the position—only to be bested by two others, including Keir. Once a no-name, Malachi worked hard to be recruited as an Archangel-in-Training, and was taken in by Gabriel after displaying advanced battle tactics and technological expertise. He quickly proved himself to be one of the strongest deputies, and made several fans and allies within the Institute, including the two deputies who stood at his side. Malachi looked annoyed by Keir’s presence, causing Keir to shrink back.

Whoa, what happened to you? Javan, Deputy of Temperance, asked. He looked down at the crutches at the bottom of the stairs.

Keir froze, still star-struck. He knew the story he was instructed to tell, but he couldn’t seem to get the words out. The lies caught in his throat.

Well? Javan pressured.

I–I got hurt while fighting off a demon, Keir responded, earning a laugh from the two lackeys. Malachi stayed quiet, so Keir continued. My leg isn’t fully healed yet, so the saints recommended I use crutches for the next few weeks…

You’re supposed to be the demon-hunter everyone is talking about? Izrail, Deputy of Humility, mocked. You look like you can’t even take on another deputy in a sparring match.

"What did you expect? A trainee couldn’t handle a deputy one-on-one, let alone a demon," Javan added.

Enough. Malachi’s voice cut through the chatter, immediately quieting the group. That true? You’re the angel who was sent to hunt a demon?

Keir cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. Uh, yeah. It was… complicated.

Malachi made a small noise in the back of his throat and brushed past, continuing forward down the steps. He bent down to pick up the crutches and handed them back to Keir.

Thanks, Malachi, Keir said as he slid them back under his arms.

Word of advice: you’re going to have to toughen up if you ever hope to become an archangel, Malachi replied bluntly, causing Keir to flush and the other two deputies to snicker. Izrail and Javan pushed by Keir, nearly knocking him over again. Keir watched as Malachi led the pack out of the Institute, a smirk on the elder’s face. Keir had no doubt that Malachi was mocking him from a distance.

Don’t worry about them too much, a cheerful voice said from atop the stairs, causing Keir to spin around. Malachi’s just upset that there’s a fresh face to take away the spotlight.

Oriel! Keir felt the butterflies in his stomach settle at the familiar face. Thank Gloria! At least there will be one person I know on the fourth floor.

And this time I won’t be your babysitter; I’ll be your partner, Oriel teased as she bounded down the steps, her fiery hair bouncing at her shoulders. She threw her arms around Keir and hugged him, careful not to squeeze too hard.

Keir blushed. Geez, you make me feel like I’m still a child when you say that.

You’re not even that much younger than me. Your dad was just uptight about you being home alone.

I don’t even understand why, Keir laughed. I was practically a teenager by the time Dad got his promotion.

Children watching children, Oriel confirmed.

So, are you the only nice deputy, or what? Keir asked sheepishly as Oriel helped him continue up the stairs to the third floor. I haven’t even moved into my new dorm room and I’m already hated by everyone.

I wouldn’t set your expectations so low. Once they get to know you, they’ll love you! Oriel assured him, leaning in close to whisper, When they are alone, Javan and Izrail are fine. They both enjoy games, so friendly competition can help you get on their good side. Javan hates losing, so it’s sometimes smart to let him win. Izrail likes a fair challenge, so he’ll respect you if you don’t go easy on him. As for the girls, Evangeline is a know-it-all when it comes to theology, so she’s great as a study partner. She’s also the one who plans all of our charity events. Laila is really shy and doesn’t talk much, but she’s super funny when she opens up. Humor goes a long way with her.

And what about Malachi?

He’s intense and puts work above everything else, much like his mentor.

So making friends with him is a lost cause.

Oriel laughed as they made it to Keir’s dorm room on the Trainee floor. Let’s just say, if he wants to be friends, he’ll make the first move.

Speaking of moving… Keir opened the door and was greeted by a wave of warmth. He stepped inside and immediately felt exhausted. Although a bed and desk were standard in all dorms, he dreaded having to relocate all his personal belongings. At least it was all organized, for now.

Geez, Keir! Could your dorm be any hotter? Oriel said as she walked into the stuffy room, fanning herself with her hand.

Aislin gets cold easily, so we always have a space heater on, Keir explained.

I hope your private dorm isn’t too cold or lonely without me around, Keir’s roommate said, not once looking up from his textbook as he sat in a cocoon of blankets on his bed. His entire body was covered, save for his face and the tufts of lavender hair that stuck out.

With how quiet you are, it’s like I practically have a private room already, Keir teased, but don’t worry, we can still hang out when our schedules are free.

I just hope my next roommate is tidier. You left in such a hurry for your mission, you left this place in shambles. I had to clean everything up.

You’re going to miss Keir’s little piles of chaos soon enough, Oriel said with a playful grin. Keir pursed his lips at her word choice. His life has been nothing but chaos the last few months. He wanted things to go back to normal.

So, are the stories really true? You made a demon ascend? Aislin asked.

In an instant, memories of his month with Regal came rushing back to him—details he wanted to share, details he wanted to forget. He closed his eyes tight. Normal was still far away.

I’d rather not talk about it right now…

That’s fine. Let’s focus on getting you into your new dorm. Oriel lifted the nomad stone pendant around her neck. We can push all of your things through a portal so you don’t have to worry about carrying anything. She walked over toward Aislin’s bed and yanked the book out of his hand. Mind helping us out?

Yeah, yeah… Aislin unraveled the blankets from around him, crossing his arms closely to his chest to keep warm. Even while wearing a hoodie, he seemed perpetually cold. As Oriel left to find Keir’s new room, Keir and Aislin worked to gather all of Keir’s belongings and put them into a single pile that they could easily transport. Keir hobbled around the room, using his wings to keep balance when he had to reach for the textbooks on the top shelf of his desk.

Hey, I know I look upset, but it’s not because you were chosen to be deputy over me, Aislin said suddenly, catching Keir off guard. The angel stood still as Aislin packed the textbooks away into a box. You and Michaelangelo have always been close, so it was the obvious choice for him to make.

I–I’m sorry… Keir stammered, unsure of what to say.

No need to be sorry, Aislin continued. You’re a talented angel, and just because you haven’t been here as long as some of us or haven’t gone on as many solo missions doesn’t mean you don’t deserve the position.

I know, but… Keir sighed. Before Regal, he felt like he was right where he was meant to be. He used to be proud to be an Archangel-in-Training. Now he felt like a fraud.

But what? Afraid that people will start treating you differently?

There are angels who have been training for longer than me, who have had their eyes set on becoming the deputy one day. I feel like I’m stealing this opportunity from them when I’m barely even qualified.

Geez, if you keep being so humble, Izrail may think you’re after his job, too.

That’s the last thing I want! Keir said nervously. I just want to fit in with the other deputies and do my job well.

I’m sure you will. Just don’t let it get to your head like it did to some of the others, if you know what I mean.

Keir had a feeling he knew exactly who Aislin was referring to. Believe me, I’m not going to let it get to my head like that.

Okay, good, Aislin said, a small smile gracing his lips. It was the first time he showed any positive emotion since Keir returned. Cause I liked being able to brag that I was the demon-hunter’s roommate.

Oh no, is that nickname really starting to get around? Keir asked with dread.

Only since you got back from Earth.

Keir groaned and flopped onto his bed. Gloria, kill me now.

Aislin waved his hands in the air. No, no! It’s not meant as a bad thing! It’s really cool how Michaelangelo trusted you with that solo mission and that you were able to fight off demons. I hope I’m able to do that one day.

Keir glanced over at Aislin. I wouldn’t wish that experience on you in a million years.

A portal opened in the middle of the room, revealing Oriel standing in an empty dorm room. Hey, you two! Time to start pushing things through!

Keir handed Aislin his belongings one by one, which were then passed through the portal to Oriel. A few times her portal flickered, threatening to close whenever she would lose focus, but she was able to keep it open long enough to pass everything through—even the two angels. Once there, they focused on dividing up Keir’s items and putting them away. Aislin filled the closet with Keir’s clothes, organizing them by color. Oriel fought to put fresh sheets on Keir’s bed, frustrated when the edge would slip off or become wrinkled. Keir held in his laughter as he placed his books in alphabetical order. As Aislin walked by to gather more clothes, he gasped and pushed Keir out of the way.

These should be organized by author, not by title! You monster! he cried out, aghast.

This is my room! I can organize them however I want! Keir said defensively.

"There’s a right way and a wrong way, and this is clearly the wrong way."

If you want to shelve books so badly, go join The Authorities in the Great Library!

You’re an unorganized monster, Keir. I have no idea how your mother put up with you, Oriel cackled, doubling over when he spun around with his wings ruffled in embarrassment.

Don’t encourage him!

Once their bickering was over, the trio were quick to finish their chores, and Keir’s new room was soon livable. The finishing touches were quickly put in their place: Aislin lit a candle, and Oriel hung up a calendar with the deputy training schedule on the wall. Keir sat at the foot of his bed and sighed.

Thank you both so much for helping me out. I never would have been able to get this done on my own, he said.

We’re always here to help, Aislin said, clasping Keir on the shoulder. But for now, I must return to my room. I can hear my blankets calling for me, like a siren on the shores of Sirenum Scopuli. I am Odysseus and I heed their song.

Oriel laughed and shoved Aislin out of the room. You’re so dramatic. Get back to studying, you bookworm.

One can never be too knowledgeable, Aislin responded wistfully. I’ll see you guys later! He waved before heading down the hall toward the stairwell.

Now that he’s gone, Oriel said as she rested her hands on her hips, How about we take a tour of the fourth floor?

A tour? The layout is basically the same. Keir leaned back on his hands. He let his aching leg dangle over the edge of the bed while he crossed the other underneath.

A mischievous twinkle sparked in Oriel’s brown eyes as she closed the bedroom door. Only if you don’t know where to look. She bounded over toward the desk and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. She then sat next to Keir and began sketching out a rough layout of the Institute. There are secret passages built in all the major buildings in Heaven, including the Institute. It’s a safety measure in case Heaven is ever under attack. Of course, that’s not something that’d actually happen, but after Hades, you can never be too careful.

Keir hummed in thought. What happened to Hades and his kingdom was a tragedy for the ethereal realms, but Gloria would make sure something like that wouldn’t happen again.

So how do you know these secret passages are real and not some story? he asked, realizing he was zoning out and missed part of Oriel’s story.

Sauda showed me! Oriel said excitedly.

Whoa, really? Keir asked with amazement, perking up a bit.

When she was a deputy, she had accidentally found one of the passages in the meeting hall. There’s a well-hidden lever that looks like it’s part of the fireplace mantle. If you pull it, the back of the fireplace opens.

Keir leaned forward, enamored by Oriel’s story. Well, what’s back there? Have you ever followed it?

Truthfully, it’s nothing spectacular. It’s just a long hallway, but if you follow it all the way down and then take the small ladder at the end, it will spit you out right by the back entrance. Then it’s a straight shot toward the coliseum. It’s a great shortcut when you’re running late to practice.

What other passages are there?

Hmm, let’s see… Oriel tapped her forefinger against her lips as she stared at the ceiling. Evangeline says that there is a passage behind one of the bookshelves in the Great Library that leads toward Eden, and then a series of underground tunnels lead out from the coliseum toward the outskirts. Javan used that path to sneak out of Heaven a few times before he was given his nomad stone.

Really? He was able to sneak out of Heaven? Keir asked, trying to hide the excitement from rising in his voice.

"Yeah, but he got caught sneaking back in and his deputy training was held back a year. He