Feathers & Scythes (Angels & Grim Reapers BOOK III)

Chapter 9: Wristbands for a wedding

Feith glided towards the waiting figure on the terrace of the desolated building. Despite his continuous flying the Angel wasn't even tired. He had a mission, even if that was half order from Marco, but Feith had found Murasaki's allegiance helpful.

She waited for him on the terrace. Her black kimono with the purple sash was decorated by violets, patterns of flowers which covered her body, ending on her bodice. The Shinigami had searched the eastern side of Thessaloniki only to come across with more death and disaster.

Murasaki had found no trace of living humans only some beggars who were also fleeing the city, heading to a higher altitude maybe. The northern countries of the south Europe were in a better state as the reports of the various Grim Reapers had shown her.

She saw Feith landing gracefully and a smirk escaped her red lips. The Angel before her although half powerless was strong with long grey wings, eyes, and hair which shined as if diamond dust was on them. His figure was not muscular like Marco's but his torso and shoulders had the lines of a creature which was trained on both observing and fighting.

The perfect spy.

"Murasaki?" Feith called at her and she snapped out from her thoughts.

She fixed the two katanas on her left side and walked towards him. "I have found something."

"Finally! The western side of the city is a sight to cry."

"Same goes for the east."

They stared at each other. Regarding their enemies, Feith and Murasaki we allies. But what was Feith's purpose? What did he have to gain from this war? Murasaki wondered many times since she had regained her health and learnt his background from Anastasia.

Feith brushed his short hair and took a deep breath. "So what did you learn?"

"The humans have escaped to the north but there is no sight of the Grim Reapers Leo and Nard. Not from what I have heard." Murasaki tried to hide the fear in her voice. "But I have found Rath, the other Grim Reaper."

Feith's expression lightened. "You have? That's great Murasaki!"

She moved her long purple hair back with a move, moving her eyes with superiority. "Of course I am great."

Feith tried to suppress a laugh. "Whatever."

"Thank you." She suddenly called and the Angel turned at her.

"For what?"

"For taking care of me...when I was wounded."

Why am I being shy? She slapped herself mentally and looked at Feith.

He smiled kindly and closed the distance between them. And he patted her head. "You are a good girl Murasaki-chan."

She shoved his hand away, glaring at him. "Don't –chan me and I am not a girl! I am 217 years old!"

Feith stepped away, heading to the edge of the terrace, "Too bad I am 500. It feels like I am hanging out with a kid." He said as slowly his grey wings stretched.

Murasaki had already flown above him uttering 'jiji' and smirking.

"I am not an old man! And lead the way for His sake, woman!" Feith moved his fist but no anger was in his voice, only the warmth he felt on his chest, which had started to make its way on his eyes.

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Anastasia

The light from the window dared to peek inside my room. I didn't want to wake up. Not yet. My head was lying on the soft pillow but my left hand was resting on skin, feeling the slow heartbeat.