God's Gone AWOL

[2] Rage

Heaven.

In the case of Heaven, the stereotypes and depictions were actually correct. There was not a single place in the entire realm that could be described as anything but beautiful. With pearly-white marble halls, windows overlooking an endless sea of golden clouds, and intricate designs etched into every single surface, wall and pillar, it was even more so a picture of perfection than any mortal recreation had ever been.

And like the place in which they lived, the residents of Heaven were similarly beautiful in their appearances. Each angel was like the carvings and statues built into the architecture. Ethereal, flawless, elegant, and chiseled directly out out of something greater than themselves.

Camael made her way down one of the many halls leading between the various buildings and structures Heaven was comprised of. Even though she wore a blank expression of indifference, her footsteps were very light and very quick, almost sounding as if she was nervous. And if she was, it would be very understandable. Especially because the people approaching her from the other end of the hallway were just the sort of angels one should be nervous around.

Both angels wore the faces of men. One of them was slim and muscular, with curled, greying hair and a goatee that had been styled rather elegantly. The other was shorter, but equally as clean and well designed. They walked side by side, with an air of both power and superiority that was so potent it could not be ignored. Although neither were Archangels, they were both rather formidable in their nature that nervousness when in their presence just simply could not be helped.

As soon as the three met, they all saluted each other respectfully.

"Sister Camael," said the one with goatee.

"Nathaniel." She returned his salute, then turned to the other. "Josiah."

"Thank you for meeting with us," the one called Josiah spoke. "You understand that the subject of our discussion is of the utmost importance?"

Camael nodded.

"I do. The return of Bentley Hellbourne is not a matter to be taken lightly. I will see that this is handled quickly and efficiently,"

"I should hope so," Josiah said, "You and your choir made quite a mess in that church earlier. Perhaps focusing on cleaning up after yourself is the best thing to start with,"

"It has already been settled. We wiped the witness' memory and sent an angel down to monitor the situation further. Though I do apologize for the inconveniences caused,"

"And what of the treasured weapon?" Nathaniel's tone was much less passive aggressive than Josiah's, and much more to the point.

"We believe it is in the possession of Atticus pash de Ophaniel," Camael told them.

Although this information wasn't necessarily bad news, it was still surprising. All three felt as though they had at least a small victory in that the soul fragment had ended up in the hands of one of their fellow angels. However Atticus pash de Ophaniel was probably the last person they would expect to deal with this sort of thing. And the likelihood of him understanding anything that was happening was rather low. So needless to say all three angels were a little unsure of the way things had turned out.

"Atticus?" Josiah frowned, "The retired soldier? How did he end up with such a thing?"

"Did you not read the report I sent you?" Camael asked.

"I merely skimmed through it. What's more important is if you know where Atticus is now,"

At this, Nathaniel offered yet another lazy reply.