Not Another Bloody Prophecy

Chapter 22

Rae-Rae felt like she'd just been sucker punched in the gut. She dropped the half eaten apple to the ground. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!

She sat frozen on the ground, fear taking control. What did this mean? Was their plan to help stop the prophecy over before it had even begun? Was it all over? Was she going to hurt Rae-Rae? Was she going to hurt Remy? Would she banish them from Heaven altogether, like she did Irisia and Ryliel? Would she-

"Today would be nice." Jarqil snapped unkindly. Rae-Rae flinched. Not going with them would only make matters worse. If she went with them quietly, then there were less chances of them beating her into submission. These three were some of the best fighters in the Silver City because they didn't care about hurting their own family. In fact, most people believed that they enjoyed it. Rae-Rae gulped.

She wanted to run away and get as far away from them as possible, but unfortunately she couldn't. So instead, she stood up and tried to stop herself from trembling. Then the four angels took to the air, flying towards Marliel.

The three stooges (as Rae-Rae had nicknamed them) escorted her as if she was a prisoner. Jarqil flew in the front of her, Gerliel behind, and Varlien flew below her. Rae-Rae could try to fly up, but they would catch her before long.

Once she had became Dad's right hand, Marliel had claimed a castle whose design was loosely inspired by Hohenzollern Castle, except the exterior was a sparkling silver. It reminded Rae-Rae of the castle from Disney's Cinderella. She had watched that movie with Ella a few years ago.

They landed on the balcony leading into the throne room. Rae-Rae shook involuntarily like a leaf as Jarqil opened the double doors leading into the castle.

Marliel lounged on the intricately carved silver throne with plush red cushions. Her expression appeared casual and bored. Right beside her stood a human soul. A young woman in her 20s.

Rae-Rae's stomach dropped. She recognized that soul as one of the people from the plane crash where she and Remy had talked about the prophecy. She hadn't she'd stopped walking till Gerliel pushed her back roughly to keep walking.

Once they stood five feet away from the throne and stopped, Rae-Rae gave Marliel an awkward wave.

"Wazzup, sis? How's it... how's it hanging?" The angel of death croaked nervously.

"Hello, Azrael. So, guess who I found? Miri here has told me quite some interesting things about you and Remiel. Did you know, that she was alive during your entire conversation?" Marliel said with a lazy smile.

Marliel had known that Azrael didn't approve of the prophecy. The angel of death has always been fond of humanity. Marliel had suspected that Remiel might not like the prophecy either, but she couldn't be sure. So that is why she had gone out and found a soul who had listened in on their conversation. And it had turned out better than she'd hoped.

Rae-Rae couldn't stop herself from trembling. Her knees felt weak, like she might collapse any second. Rae-Rae tried to muster a chuckle, but it sounded more like she was choking.

"Oh, that? That.. that was just us joking! We didn't mean any of it! We were just kidding around, ya know... Trying to kill the time..." Rae-Rae desperately tried to say.

Marliel barely gave any reaction to the obvious lies. She glanced at Jarqil and gave a small nod.

Rae-Rae didn't even have time to wonder what that could mean before Jarqil punched her in the face. She stumbled backwards and fell to the floor. Jarqil then began to kick her in the side. Rae-Rae tried to cover her body with her wings, but it was little use. He laughed as he did this. Tears stung Rae-Rae's eyes.