Since the first time I died, I've fallen in love with the angel of death (Part 12)

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I sat in Major Crestfall?s office as he closed the door behind me.
Major Crestfall moved to the other side of his desk and sat down. The sound of his boots being discarded under the desk startled me as he began to explain, ?I don?t mean to disturb you, but if we will discuss the outcome of this mission? I?m afraid I will need to take on my seraphim form.?
?Sir, why?s that, sir?? I ask.
?Rachel is a touchy subject for me,? Major Crestfall explained as his eyes closed and his skin shifted black.
The feathers on his wings retracted and his neck lengthened. His face stretched into a broader muzzle than Gabriel had, and his horns were straight from his forehead to the back. I couldn't tell if he had hair along his neck like Gabriel. Red stripes marred the otherwise flawless black scales that now covered him. When he opened his eyes, now glowing bright blue, they had a reptilian iris which flexed as they adjusted to the bright light in over Major Crestfall?s desk.
?You seem overly calm,? Major Crestfall said, his voice normal despite his otherwise inhuman appearance.
?Well sir, the Archangel Gabriel has three heads, four arms, and burning red eyes,? I explained, ?so what I?m saying is: I?ve seen much more impressive displays. Sir.?
Major Crestfall raised an eyebrow but shrugged, fixing me with that stern gaze again, which, coming from his new reptilian face, was even more intimidating. ?Now explain: How did you fail your secondary objective??
I swallowed hard as I realized that, as far as Major Crestfall was concerned, that?s pretty much what happened: I failed my mission objective. He had been clear about our objective: Kill Rachel.
?Sir, I happened across some intel that you were not privy to, sir.? I admitted, ?I made a judgment call based on that new intel, sir.?
Major Crestfall growled in his chest, but otherwise spoke normally, ?What intel? And why didn?t you communicate it??
?Sir, I didn?t have time, sir,? I cleared my throat, more nervous than I should have been. ?They only gave me the intel moments before I took the shot, sir.?
?What intel did you receive, Sergeant? And from who??
I hoped that the Major wasn?t the sort to shoot the messenger, because right now I was going to be the bearer of bad news.
?Sir, according to Gabriel, Saint Dinah has arranged that, if Rachel dies, Saint Dinah will suffer for Rachel?s sins, sir.? I blurted out.
Major Crestfall took a long and deep inhale through his nostrils while his fist clenched the chair he sat in. His claws tore up the pleather armrest, and I watched at his right lip twitched, showing sharp fangs. ?Saint Dinah? did what??
I cleared my throat, ?Rachel would go to heaven. Gabriel said that Saint Dinah believed she had failed Rachel as a mother.?
Major Crestfall was now on his feet and turned, roaring and slashing at the protector screen behind him. ?Rachel is the one who failed as a mother!?
I shot up to my feet and backed away from the Major as he slashed at the projector screen.
?Rachel is the failure! Not Dinah! It?s not Dinah?s fault Rachel abandoned her responsibilities!? Major Crestfall roared loudly, grabbing the now tattered projector screen and hurling it to the floor. Major Crestfall heaved several more breaths in anger, and then faced me, eyes wet.
Major Crestfall knelt by the screen, picking up the pieces of slashed nylon. He was silent for some time as he tended to the task.
?I?m sorry for the outburst,? he said as he settled back into his seat. ?I?m sure Saint Dinah has her reasons.?
I nodded, scared silent by the shocking display.
Major Crestfall looked to me, frowning, his wings shifting. ?Sergeant, please, have a seat. I will not harm you, I just want answers as to why this op went **** up.?
Hearing the normal officer speak helped me calm down. I sat down in my seat, and gave him a nod, ?Sir, yes sir.?
?Captain Sofia told me you got a confirmed hit on Rachel, regardless??
I nodded, ?Yes sir. It was a debilitating shot, sir. I?m positive I clipped her lung and grazed her heart. Most likely damage to her pancreas, liver and at least one kidney.?
Major Crestfall nodded, steepling his hands on the desk. ?I see.? He leaned back, eyes closed, ?I have an operative within Xyphiel and Ragna?s base of operations. If your shot was as debilitating as you say, it should show up in the next report I receive from Sister Catharine.?
?Sister Catharine, sir?? I ask.
?My undercover operative,? Major Crestfall clarified. ?Around here we used her real name, but in filings, I?ve been using the name given to her by her convent.?
I nod. ?Understood, sir.?
?Anything else to report, Sergeant?? Major Crestfall asked.
I considered telling him that Demond was up and about. I then realized that entailed informing the possibly emotionally unstable Major, who was a seraph, that my brother was likely entangled with one of the Major?s sisters. ?Sir, No sir.?
?Dismissed,? he said, shifting back to his more human appearance. ?And Sergeant??
I stopped midway from getting out of my seat. ?Sir??
?In between missions, you can call me Timothy,? he explained, ?I?m not too used to always being called ?sir?, and while I appreciate the respect for my rank, we?re all fighting the same fight here. We?re brothers in arms understood??
?Okay, Timothy,? I said, smiling as getting to my feet. I turned for the door when Timothy interrupted me once more.
?Oh, one more question I have for you.?
?Yes, sir?? I asked, turning to face him.
?When Ragna entered the scene? you didn?t notice a woman who resembled Lady Tasha near her, by any chance, did you?? he asked almost pleading.
?No sir, it was just Ragna. She came out of this odd black portal thing.? I explained.
Timothy looked very disappointed and heaved a heavy sigh, ?Thank you Elon. You can go.?
As I walked out of the office, I spotted Demond heading towards the barracks, Lady Tasha right behind him. I spun on my heel and noticed Timothy headed out of the office. Demond was still in sight to my left and wouldn?t be out of sight for another few moments.
My brotherly instincts kicked in and I grabbed Timothy?s attention. ?uh, actually? Timothy, I just realized that there?s a lot more to this place than I?ve seen yet? Demond and I didn?t get a proper briefing or tour of the facilities.?
Timothy had stopped inside his office, with me blocking the door for now. ?I suppose there isn?t a better time to do so,? he said, placing the tattered remains of the projector screen on his desk. ?I could start with the Expanse and we can go from there.?
?That sounds good,? I said, checking from the corner of my eye. I saw Demond rush Tasha into his quarters and close the door behind him. I stepped out of the doorway. ?Lead the way.?
Timothy nodded to me and started heading towards the stairs. ?By the way, I haven?t asked, but how have you been coping with your ?undeath?? Anything I should avoid doing around you??
I shook my head. ?So far I?m good. Not sure I?m a typical undead if there is such a thing.?
Timothy nodded. ?There are--most undead are parasitic.?
?Parasitic??
?My? sister is an undead. She requires the blood of the living to survive.? He thought for a moment, then went on. ?Well, to exist normally. I?ve seen her starve for blood before, she doesn?t die, she just goes? feral.?
?Feral?? I frowned. ?So she?s a vampire??
?For lack of a better description,? Timothy explained.
?Is she not technically your sister? I noticed you hesitated?? I asked as we moved down the stairs. Everything down this way I had already seen, but I figured it was best to play dumb.
Timothy didn?t say much until we got to the large marble slab just jutting out into nothingness. ?Xeilitch is, well, she is my sister, more-so than Lady Tasha is, but she?s also more than that,? he explained. ?I?ll leave it at that.? He walked out towards the edge of the slab, looking out into the distance. ?This is the Expanse. One of my favorite places in the Temple.? He turned and looked up. ?You can see the old spires, up top.?
?The spires?? I asked as I turned to the same tall structures. ?Oh yeah. Are there rooms up there??
?I haven?t had the chance or time to run wiring up there,? he explained. ?There?s plenty of room, I?m sure, but much of the mechanisms in this place are well beyond me. It?s like something else designed it, something ineffable.?
?So how are we getting lights now?? I asked.
?We?ve set up a series of high capacity batteries which I recharge once every few months, besides some emergency generators, should those batteries fail.? Timothy started walking back from the edge as he spoke, ?I wish I could speak to one angel in the Temple?s heyday, just so I could figure out how everything here functions.?
I nod. ?Lady Tasha mentioned the Temple was once full of angels.?
?Nephilim, like Jason, myself, and Irfan,? Timothy corrected as we headed towards the fountain room.
?What happened to them??
?Ragna happened,? Timothy blunted stated, ?She murdered them all.?
While I knew that, that answer didn?t address my question. ?I mean, you came to this temple and restored it, sure, but did the angels just evaporate when they died??
Timothy stopped as we got to the fountain room. ?When the temple first showed its doors to me, I was ten years old.? He turned to me with a grave expression. ?I walked into this place, stinking of a crypt, with the corpses to match. I did not dare go back inside for another five years, and even then I couldn?t bring myself to begin the task of cleaning the place until almost a decade later.?
Timothy moved to the fountain, gazing up at the massive waterfall of water. ?Sacred water, basically holy water on steroids. It can heal those like myself, Tasha uses it to quell her desire to feed on the flesh of men and I?ve even seen Father Thomas use it to bless a few cursed items he?s come across.?
?Father Thomas?? I asked.
Timothy nods ?I can show you to the chapel if you would like.?
?Sure,? I said. ?Sorry for bringing up the ?clean-up? thing. I was just curious about it.?
Timothy frowned as we got out of the fountain room and he looked to the right, down a darkened part of the staircase. ?It was difficult work. I don?t think I?ll ever forget it.?
Down the staircase, I could have sworn I heard a voice. ?What?s down there??
Timothy turned from it. ?Nothing you need to see.?
?I mean, I need to know this place.?
?It?s a crypt,? Timothy said. ?It?s where I put all the corpses of my Nephilim brothers and sisters.?
A man?s voice whispered from the darkness, ?Brothers and sisters? drink??
?Who?s down there now?? I asked.
Timothy turned to me, concerned, ?No one. Not living anyway.?
?I heard someone, just now,? I explained.
Timothy?s brow furrowed and he placed his hand on my shoulder. A shiver ran down his spine and he turned to face the staircase. ?No one should be down there.? He walked into the fountain room and found an LED lantern. ?Stay close.?
We headed down the darkened stairwell, not a sound but our footsteps and the diminishing sounds of the fountain echoing down the hallway.
We came to a large pair of double-doors about ten feet wide. They were very plain doors, yet there was an eerie air to them, knowing what lay behind them.
Timothy produced a key and then slid it into the lock. He stood motionless for a time, his key sitting in the lock, but not turning.
?Timothy?? I asked, trying to break him from his trance.
?It?s been over twenty years since I have opened these doors,? he explained. ?There are seven hundred and fifty-six corpses there.?
?You know the exact number?? I asked.
?I had to move each one, and seal it in a body bag,? he explained. ?I remember how many times I had to do that.?
While I had seen that many dead before, I couldn?t imagine being the only one to handle it. ?Sorry.?
Timothy undid the lock and opened the door, ?not as much as I was.?
The stale air that rushed out of the room was pungent. ?The Funk of 40,000 years? was a very good description of the foul air that smacked into my face. I held my nose as the stench washed over me.
Timothy took a step back, raising his lantern, either unfazed by the smell or far more concerned with what the light had shown.
In rows, two by two reaching out into the darkness were mummified remains, brown and red, some wearing armor, some in cloth with black bloodstains soaked into them.
All of them were angels. Their wings were of various colors, some red, white, blue, even a few browns and black. The wings were all feathered, though some feathers were withered while others were not. Some were covered in feathers around their chest or waist. Each laid in an opened body bag.
?Why are there feathers on their chests?? I asked, trying to inject some sound into the macabre scene before us.
Timothy walked down one row of corpses, speaking solemnly., ?Their feathers were loose. I tried to gather up whatever dropped while I moved the, and place them in the bags.? He turned to me with a grim expression. ?But I closed each bag afterward. Someone opened these.?
I looked down the hall and the voice echoed through the chambers.
?Brothers, Sisters, drink? she is gone? rise up? all is well now.?
?Are you hearing that?? I asked Timothy.
?No, what is it you?re hearing??
My eyes strained and a faint figure moved in the darkness. ?Timothy, can I get some light??
Timothy moved the lantern and as soon as the light filled the room, the figure vanished.
I turned to Timothy. ?This will sound weird but, mind watching my body??
?I?m sorry?? Timothy said, giving me a quizzical look.
?I can project my spirit and something is telling me there?s something here I?d only be able to see when I?m outside of my body,? I explained, motioning down the long hallway.
Timothy just gave me a nod.
I sat myself down and closed my eyes, then opened them again as I stepped out of myself.
The scene was drastically different. The walls were all brightly lit, the corpses were still there, staining the otherwise white room with tinges of brown and red. Down the rows and rows of corpses was an angel with brown and black wings.
He wore silvery armor, though it was broken in places. Long blond hair reached his shoulders, and grey eyes seemed to look out much further than they should have been looking. He kept kneeling by the bodies, speaking in hushed tones. ?Brothers, sisters? she is gone? we are safe now?? he smiled at one corpse, in particular, placing a cup to its lips. ?Drink of the sacred water? let it heal your spirit? yes? brothers? sisters? rise up.?
I cleared my throat, loudly, trying to get his attention. ?Ugh, excuse me??
He turned to me, pulling out a sword and shield, staring me down. ?You there! Be you friend or foe?? He halted, looking to the floor, ?or fiend? or? fancy??
?I?m a friend,? I explained.
?So says you!? he shouts.
?My name is Elon Winter,? I introduce myself to him. ?I?m a reaper? well, a junior reaper, of sorts.?
?Bah!? he shouts, ?Begone, boatman! I shall not allow you to ferry these fine protectors of this temple before their time! I rebuke thee, as I rebuked your companion, Zeke!?
?Sorry, but? your friends aren?t here uh??
He pointed the sword at me. ?Hastapher, Avatar of Ariel!? His eyes are unfocused again, ?... commander of the Guardian Temple?s defenses? protector of God?s grand creation??
?You died fighting Ragna?? I said.
?Dare not speak that most unholy of names!? he screamed, grabbing the sides of his head, his sword falling. ?She is gone! Gone forever! Woe is Ragna! For I cast upon her grand tribulation!?
?Tribulation?? I asked.
Hastapher screamed again and it changed the room.
Surrounding me were now fresh corpses. Bodies ripped apart, slashed, stabbed, dismembered and decapitated, littered the once white floor. Blood soaked every inch of the place as bodies and their parts were strewn throughout.
Hastapher was standing across from Ragna, sword, and shield drawn, facing her down.
Ragna looked different than I remembered. Her hair, and wings, were jet black. She wore her hair the same, her half-shaved half-braided hair long behind her. Her armor was soaked in blood and gore.
Hastapher shouted, ?Vile daughter of darkness!?
?Here to die alongside your men? As a higher ranking officer, you should have been on the front lines,? Ragna taunted Hastapher, her violet eyes glowing.
Hastapher discarded his shield ?There can be no forgiveness for what you have wrought this day, Ragna!?
?To think, I almost considered this task boring. Come at me, let us have some sport!? She grabbed a massive sword in front of her, its blade translucent, and pulled it from the floor.
He charged at her, leaping into the air with the aid of his wings, sword drawn.
?She?s goading you!? I shouted
Hastapher continued as if not hearing me. Ragna remained still, her violet eyes fixed on his sword. Hastapher flew over her, but I watched as Ragna turned, adjusting her stance to face behind her, expecting Hastapher?s attack.
Ragna?s sword clashed with Hastapher?s. ?Impressive!? she taunts again, advancing against him. ?Far more so than your subordinates.?
Hastapher glares daggers at Ragna. ?You are what they told me, truly a beastly woman.?
Ragna?s amusement ended as he said this. ?And here, I thought you worthy of praise!? With a growl, she pushed forward, forcing Hastapher backward.
He lost his footing on the blood-soaked floor. Before he can compose himself, Ragna chopped at him with a relentless flurry of attacks. Hastapher parried most of them, before clashing one last time with her, and then parrying the blade into the floor.
Despite this, Ragna let go of the sword and took advantage of Hastapher?s lowered guard. She clobbered him with a right hook. The strike was so powerful, I see teeth hit the ground as Hastapher goes down hard, his armor denting and cracking where I had seen it before.
As Ragna struck him, a horrific scream of anguish fills the room, shaking the floor beneath me. It was a shrill scream: ?Failure! Dishonor!?
Ragna retrieved her blade from the floor. ?By far and away, the best fight I?ve had all day.? Ragna is back to her cocky attitude. ?Be proud of yourself, sir.?
?Before I die,? Hastpher heaved, ?I curse you.?
?Of course.?
?May any happiness you ever have--? Hastapher paused to spit out blood and a few more teeth, ?--be tainted by greater sorrow. May the feat of victory always turn to ash in your mouth.?
?Yes, yes, whatever you say,? Ragna said, sounding bored as she advanced on him casually.
?By the will of the Guardians,? Hastapher raised his arm up, standing firm. ?By the Father, the Son, and the Holiest Spirit, I curse you.?
White flames leaped from his hand and surrounded Ragna. As soon as they touched her, the flames vanished, and the scene dims with Hastapher falling to his knees.
Hastapher panted, his eyes wild, ?Failure? dishonor? she?s? gone?? He stands, ?I saved us, my brothers and sisters!? he shouts. ?I did not fail! I have cursed her with a grand tribulation!? He preached, ?Rejoice!? He turned to me. ?Rejoice!?
I approached him. ?Hastapher, can I be real with you??
?This is real!? Hastapher shouted.
?Hastapher, listen to me, Timothy Crestfall is the protector of this place now, okay??
Hastapher stopped, his eyes less glassy, ?Timothy? means? follower of God.?
?I?m one of his subordinates, I?m a servant of the Archangel Gabriel. Jason is an ally too, he?s an avatar of the Archangel Michael,? I explained.
?Who is this? Timothy? Why is he the charge of the Temple?? Hastapher asked, approaching me.
?He?s the grandson of someone named Saint Dinah.?
Hastapher?s eyes go wide, and he looked around, seeing the bodies as bodies for the first time. His eyes are wet as he turned to me, ?Saint Dinah? of Enoch??
?Yes,? I answered, assuming that to be right.
?The Metatron?? Hastapher is now walking past me. ?There?s a new Metatron??
?I think so,? I explained again.
?Show me,? he said, placing his hand on my shoulder, ?Please, ferryman, show me that this place is in good hands and I will allow you to take me.?
As I face the entrance, I spot Timothy by the entrance, looking at my body with concern. I walked towards him, Hastapher in tow. ?This is Timothy,? I motioned for Hastapher to look.
Hastapher walked over to Timothy, looking him over carefully.
At that moment, Timothy stood up, looking ahead, his eyes glowing ice-blue as he stared past Hastapher. ?Hello??
Hastapher looked at Timothy in the eyes, and then turned to me, hugging me tight, ?Praise be!? he shouted, ?He holds her light! I recall it so well! Yes? the temple shall return! Praise be!?
I pulled myself away from him, smiling. ?Okay so, let's get you home, okay??
Hastapher?s face fell. ?Home?? He looked around. ?This place? this temple is my home.?
That?s when Gabriel?s voice echoed behind me. ?No, Hastapher, it?s not. This was just your temporary home.?
?Gabriel!? I smiled.
Hastapher knelt before Gabriel. ?Archangel? forgive me for rebuking you before? but your reaper, Elon, has shown me the Temple is in good hands.?
Gabriel knelt in front of him, helping him to his feet. ?We all understood your desire to remain, Hastapher? but it has not been healthy for your spirit.? They smiled at him. ?Come home, faithful servant, and reap your just rewards.?
Hastapher nodded, his eyes wet again. ?Yes, I will.?
Gabriel turned to me. ?Care to ferry him up??
?How do I do it?? I asked.
Gabriel handed me their scythe. ?You?ll get your own, someday, but for now, take this??
The scythe was heavy in my hands. ?Now what??
?Take his hand,? Gabriel smiled, ?and hold it up.?
Hastapher took my hand, nodding to me.
I raised the scythe up into the air, and immediately I started to rise upwards. The ceiling vanished and clouds soon filled my vision. Soon we stood before a massive marble gate, and I saw a familiar angelic figure standing before it.
Fiery wings over white robes and a cowled face towered over both of us, his voice boomed, ?State for me your true name as it shall present me with your book of life.?
I turned to Hastapher. ?You from here on out, man.?
Hastapher walked up proudly to the angel Cephas. ?Hastapher Jovial of Ariel, great angel.?
A large brown book appeared in Cephas?s hands, he glanced at it, and his voice softened, ?Oh Hastapher?? The large gates opened. ?We have longed to see you return. Welcome to your well-earned rest.?
Hastapher turned to me, smiling. ?Thank you.? His armor vanished, and something clad him in simple white clothing. He walked to the gates.
Cephas nodded to him as the book vanished from his hands.
Gabriel appeared next to me, smiling.
Hastapher got to the gate just as a young woman with bright blond, nearly white hair, dashed from behind it and hugged him.
?Hastapher! You?re home!? she shouted.
He held her tightly. ?Adria? my love?? They kissed as the gate shut behind them.
Gabriel smiled wide. ?I am so happy when Duma allows me to take charge of death?. To me, it is not the end of life I look forward to, it?s the reunion after death.?
After staring at the gates for some time, I glanced to Gabriel. ?Do you think I could see her??
Gabriel?s smile weakened. ?A reunion is one thing but? you?ll be torn away just as quickly.?
I did my best to choke back tears. ?I just? I need to see her.?
Gabriel looked to Cephas, ?Gatekeeper??
Cephas nodded., ?Hastapher has languished for so long, I see no reason to not reward the young reaper who ferried his soul home.?
The gates opened and I saw her walk out.
She had on what she always had on, a light-colored blouse and a pair of simple slacks. The clouds obscured her feet. Her black hair was in a tight braid, and her light hazel eyes were wet as she spotted me. She pursed her lips and ran to me. ?Elon! My baby?? she hugged me tightly.
I hugged back, pressing my face into the crook of her neck. She smelled like I remembered, she sounded like I remembered her, everything about my mom was just as I remembered. ?Momma?? it was all I could say as we embraced.
I heard her speak to Gabriel. ?Thank you for watching over my baby boy.?
?It?s my pleasure,? Gabriel said happily.
?Are you okay?? I asked, ?Are you happy??
She looked up at me. I wasn?t used to being taller than her. ?I?m fine, baby and I?m proud of you and your brother.? She smiled wide. ?Though he needs to take it easier on himself. Seems he found himself a good woman though.?
?Tasha?? I asked.
Mom laughed, ?Yes. You tell him he has good taste.? She laughed, ?And that she was going easy on him.?
I couldn?t help but laugh.
Gabriel?s hand was on my shoulder. ?We need to go, sweetness.?
?I love you, momma,? I said. ?I miss you.?
She smiled at me. ?See you when I see you, baby, but remember,? she said, kissing my cheek, ?no rush, okay??
After what felt like falling down a flight of stairs, I was back in my body.
Timothy was looking over the rows of bodies and turned to me. ?I don?t know what you did but? this place is less eerie.?
?Well,? I said as I grunted to my feet. ?I think I ferried a lost soul home.?
Timothy nodded to me. ?Well, good then.?
?We should find a way to name these people, maybe make memorials for them?? I asked.
?Maybe I?ll convene with Eva and see if I can somehow get all of their names.? Timothy sighed. ?I never tried, but it wasn?t something I was focused on.?
I chuckled. ?Can?t imagine why.?
Timothy smiled and headed out of the crypt. ?I think I?ll continue the full tour later.? Timothy started heading up the stairs.
?No problem.? I grinned, heading after him. As I walked, I spotted Gabriel standing by the expanse. ?I will have a look over here for a bit.?
Timothy nodded. ?Feel free,? he said as he continued on.
?So, thanks for that,? I said as I approached Gabriel.
Gabriel moved to me and kissed me, pulling me out of my body. ?Anything for you, Elon.? They blushed. ?I love you.?
The ground started to glow red and I got very wary as I looked down.
Gabriel held me tight, not lovingly, but protective.
?What the hell is that on the ground?? I asked as I saw it encircled us in a strange red ring. It had many symbols in it, none of which I understood.
Gabriel?s voice was monotone. ?The Halo of the Sun.?
A man?s voice began to sing near us, and it wasn?t a song I had ever heard before, nor was it a pleasant melody at all.
?So insignificant,? the voice began, ?Sleeping dormant deep inside of me, are you hiding away, lost? Under the sewers? maybe flying high in the clouds??
Gabriel held me close as the red grew brighter and blocked out the surroundings of the temple.
?Perhaps you?re happy without me? So many seeds have been sown in the field?? from the edge of the red light, an angel appeared.
The angel had curly brown hair, large white wings, a white robe with a red cord around his waist, and a blindfold. He continued to sing, his voice soft, lilting, and disturbing.
?And who could sprout up so blessedly?? He grinned, ?if I had died, I would have never felt sad at all.? He began to approach us and as he did, Gabriel took a few steps back with me. ?You will not hear me say, ?I?m sorry?.? He stopped, his smile growing. ?Where is the light? I wonder? if it?s weeping somewhere???
The red now blocked out the ceiling above us and I glared at this angel, whoever he was.
?Are you mocking me?? Gabriel glared to the angel.
He laughed, then continued, the red ring spinning on the surrounding floor. ?Here?s a lullaby to close your eyes?? His smile faded. ?It was always you that I despised, I don?t feel enough for you to cry...?
Gabriel now shifted to their seraphim form and pushed me behind them. ?Enough of this farce!? Gabriel pulled their scythe out, narrowing their six eyes at the angel. ?Who let you out of Sheol, Samael??


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