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《Archangel Miel. 1: Natasha's Comfort. Comment to be tagged as Natasha》
Hollison sits in the middle of the somewhat destroyed facility of the Avengers Tower as Miel, the Priestess of Midgard. Tears running down her cheeks as she looks down. Her hands covered in blood from the sharp, broken glass and destroyed pavement below her. The pain within her grows, feeling like it is slowly killing her.
Her platinum hair becoming a curtain for her face as her wings are no longer there. The color of her turning pale. Arms slowly around her. Hollison's head lifts to see who it was. It was Natasha. Natasha's soft smile looking at Miel to comfort her. Miel quickly turns, her head on Natasha's chest as she cries. "Aunt Nat..." she cried softly, "I can't live...I'm dying..." Her cries grow, to a scream of pain releasing from her lips. Natasha's hand rubbing the back of Miel's head, "It's okay, Hollison. You're going to be fine," she whispered, "Everything will be okay." The words coming Natasha said otherwise as the pain within Miel continues to grow. Her arms tightening a bit as she releases another scream of pain.
Natasha continues to hold Miel until her pain subsides. The golden color from Miel's eyes changing back to her hazel color as her hair changes to pure white. For a while, Miel's pain is gone. Miel's head still on Natasha's chest as Natasha looks at Miel's wing beginning to grow from her back. Unusual that it wasn't Miel's wings. The unknown wings on Miel's back are larger, glowing within the light. Angelic wings in a butterfly matter. Miel looks at Natasha, "Aunt Nat?..." she called, but no answer, "Aunt Nat?" Natasha fell from the trance and looks at Miel, "Are you okay?" Miel asked. "Yes...Are you?" Natasha brushes away the hair from Miel's face. Miel nodded. "I feel...Different..." she said.
Her hazel eyes looking at her wings. A small gasp escapes as she looks at the four wings on her back, "W-what happened to me?!" Her hands feeling the pure white hair, "What am I?..." she whispered. Natasha looks at Miel and smiles, "You're still my little angel, Holly..." she said softly. A soft smile on her lips as she looks at Miel. xxContinues in comments!xx