Stella Relucet

Prologue
October 30, 1981
Franco Iero lays in his bed, his bones creaking from his old age. The child with the eyes will be born at the stroke of midnight, he knows it.
He will be born the exact time it becomes All Hallows Eve, or Halloween as the children call it. Franco has the sight. It's a trait that runs through his Italian heritage, starting from when Frances Iero Senior was born. Everyone thought that the trait would be born into Anthony Iero, Franco's brother, but instead it had been born in him. He had not bore any children as a result of his wife's tragic death when he was at his prime.
For a while after that, the sight had not come to him. It was only when Anthony's son's wife, Linda, became pregnant, that he'd gotten his sight back. He knew that the child that bloomed within her would have the sight, it having skipped a generation since Franco himself never reproduced.
So here he lies, his curly haired best friend nearby, both staring at the ancient clock in his bedroom. The clock's last tick of October 30th rang loudly in the room, and suddenly it was All Hallows Eve.
The curly haired angel watches in awe as Franco's eyes glow a bright golden color, his arms extended at his sides. The golden color swirls around his pale face and shoots up into the ceiling, through the wooden cracks and traveling across town into the Iero households.
There, Linda pants heavily, her husband wiping her forehead as their child cries in his grandmother's arms. Lillian watches the golden light sink into the newborn's unseeing eyes, dread filling her heart. She clutches the boy close to her, wishing she could protect him. She knows what she has to do.
She forces a tight lipped smile, cleaning him up and wrapping him in a soft blanket as she turns around. Her son and daughter-in-law are kissing slightly, Linda's exhaustion becoming clear. "A beautiful baby boy," she says, reluctantly laying the now strangely calm child in his mother's arms. She leaves them abruptly, telling Frank to put Linda to rest and to leave the baby with her. She overhears Linda naming the child Frank Anthony Iero Jr., and she writes it down on his new birth certificate. She tucks it away and begins to plan in her mind.
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Raymond pulls the quilt to Franco's chin as his weak body recovers from the ordeal. "You need to sleep, Iero," Raymond says just to break the silence. Franco looks deep into the brown orbs of his friend for many years. "I know Lillian is up to no good, Raymond. She'll try to keep him from shining. I'm appointing you as his guardian angel, and the fallen brothers and the hunter as his protectors," Franco says. Raymond beams, happy that he's finally able to do something with his eternity.
"I'll protect him with my life."
Franco smiles.
"He's going to be in a lot of danger, Raymond, I'm trusting you."
"I won't let you down," he smiles happily, kissing his friend's wrinkled forehead before leaving him.
Raymond steps into the yard, aware of all the charms on Franco's property concealing him. He smoothly takes off his shirt, revealing tones of muscles beneath tan skin. He looks into the dark sky above him. An ivory pair of wings is unleashed from his back, the porcelain feathers blowing in the wind.
The angel flies amongst the stars.

Notes

Okay, so I wasn't going to post this fic at all until I was done with it, but I figured I should post the prologue and see if people would want me to continue.
This whole idea comes from this amazing story and it's sadly unfinished sequel:
The Hunted: http://www.wattpad.com/story/7421534-the-hunted
The Outbreak: http://www.wattpad.com/story/8030616-the-outbreak-unfinished-possible-finish-in-future

The author is KingOfDarknessGerard, and go give some love to that work, it's amazing.