You felt it the moment Baraqiel stepped on the stage. The Angel of Lightning faced his audience, wild hair obscuring his face save his mouth, teeth bared in a wild grin. His eyes lingered on you like they always did and his grin widened. He had a new trick up his sleeve for this show.

The angel spread out his arms, calling down lightning. The sky crackled, electricity catching on the metal discs on his chest. His delighted, crazed laughter echoed as he started to levitate, lightning charging the air around him. Then his hands reached to close around it, to grapple the power itself. He's never done that before. That feeling tugged at you again.

And that's when you launched yourself at him. Villagers gasped as you two tumbled from the stage, landing on a heap on the ground. You don't know why you listened to that gut feeling, but you knew you had to stop Baraqiel. He's always played with danger in his lightning-calling rituals, but this time, it's different.

You knew it'd end up differently if he had touched lightning with his bare hands.

Baraqiel glares, his usual cocky smile long gone. He's still in shock from the fall as he pushes off of you. "How dare you."