A scream ripped through my throat as I hit the ground clutching my chest. My heart beat wildly rocketed, pumping white hot pain through my body, images pushed their way into my line of thought; blood covered the dirty concrete floor, an angels wings, Colt's wings, nailed to the unforgiving ground, a long slinky-like woman stood over him, her malevolent laugh echoing throughout the heavens. His green lifeless eyes wide open, forever frozen in horror.
The hilt of a silver dagger protruded from a dark lake of scarlet.
My body went numb.
"They actually killed him." I whispered, not trusting the strength of my own voice.
"Oh my god, Ruben-"
"Don't." I cut her off, turning away to hide my face in my hands.
He's gone. Your fault! Your fault! My subconscious snarled, reeling from the loss.
"I need some space." I choked, spreading my wings and taking flight before she could protest.
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I inhaled the crisp air, crumpling to the ground in a heap of myself.
Grief washed over me, drowning me in its bitter waves.
You chose a human over an angel? My subconscious scoffed. How pathetic is that? God must be so ashamed of you. He was your best friend! He cared for you! Fought for you! And what did you do? You killed him.
You took his life from him.
You might as well have been the one to drive the knife in.
"Shut up!" I howled.
Lightning stabbed at the dark sky, thunder cracked as a icy chaotic wind whipped at the edges of my clothes, chilling me to the bone.
Your fault.
Colts dead.
Your fault.
"Stop!" I screamed, jolting up in the freezing rain that began to pour down on my head, lightning flashed in the sky illuminating my white jagged outstretched wings.
"Why did you have to die!" I questioned hysterical, spinning on my heals to see a large oak tree set ablaze by the lightning as a load boom shattered the quiet of the pelting rain. This must be gods way of punishing me... by taking him.
This is gods way of punishing me, I corrected myself.
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She smiled, her grey eyes sparkling with unseen laughter. She knew he was coming and how he would act and exactly what he would say, after all god had told her exactly what would happen. She ruffled her golden wings, adjusting them to being in such a small room.
Her eyes traveled over the white walls, God had said it would give it a more heavenly feel. He was right as usual.
With a swoosh of wind the young angel appeared on his knees, his black leather jacket complementing his sharp black feathers that roughly stuck out from his wings.
His head snapped up, his green eyes dazed and worrisome, his hands instinctively went to his chest, ripping open his jacket reveling a bare chest. Scar free.
"Who are you? Where am I?" He sharply questioned standing defensively, his wings flaring out behind him.
"My name is Sariel. You are in the top level of heaven." She smiled, seeing the shock on his face, only archangels and God were allowed in the top level.
"So am I a archangel? But I died?" He questioned, his features softing, knowing he was safe now.
"No my dear friend you are not an arch angel." She replied, feeling the happiness in her voice at the pride she was about to bestow apon the young angel, "You are an angel of death."
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Lets play dead (On Hold)
Mystery / ThrillerDemons are known for manipulating things, twisting things to make them bend until they break and shatter. You would hope that angels wouldn't act the same as the demons. Unfortunately in this case that's exactly what the do.
