AZRAEL

CHAPTER 5: I FOUND HER

I didn't expect that my new life would be like this. All I wanted to happen was to bring my old life back—my cars, house, business, luxuries, and everything I own, except for Maria. I am still thinking about what Michael told me. I want my wealth to double, and I think Michael is the only way and my only chance to help me to double it, but I am thinking about the process. I don't like the process of how to have it all back. I feel it is between my life and death, and I am thinking about it now, especially when I need to believe that I am an angel of death or a fallen angel of death. How can I think that if it's been a long time since I haven't believed in God? Though I mention him, it doesn't define my belief in him, yet I am here. I need to make myself feel that I am an angel. I decided to go to church to clear my mind and ask God about his plan for me. Maybe he would give me the answer in just one snap if I asked him. My mind is clouded because of what is happening to me. It is worse than losing a cheating wife and the wealth she stole just to be with her other man, for them to live like rich. While I was here thinking about how to survive each day and yet Michael appeared and told me about the fallen angels, and I am one of them, and it is my way to get my old life back, but it would be like I will be forever rich if I pass the test, and if that one happened. It is my time to take revenge on my cheater's ex-wife and his other man.

I waited for the mass to be finished and let the people leave the church before I got inside, and I sat at the front and looked at the altar. It has been a long time since I visited the church. My questions are suddenly gone, and I don't know what to say. My mind suddenly went blank when I sat and faced the altar. I took a deep breath and looked around as I heard cries, prayers, and agonies. I saw five people inside the church sitting at the back while the others were getting inside and looking at me. I looked closer at them because there was something about them. They don't look like ordinary people. They look dead, and they are getting more and more until the church gets crowded, and I turn around to face the altar again. I saw an old woman about ninety years old wearing a 'Baro't saya', looking at me.

"Bring me to the other side now," She said

"Me too," The other one said

"Me too"

"Me too," their voices echo in the whole church that bounces back at me.

Until they all demand me to bring them to the other side while surrounding me, their voices echo what I keep hearing, hurting my head. I closed my eyes, shook my head, and tried to massage it while blocking their voices, but I couldn't. Their pressure is too intense, and they are sucking my energy up.

"Are you okay?" I heard the voice of a woman that saved me from all the other voices, The voices from the dead were suddenly gone. When I opened my eyes, I saw Tania standing in front of me, wearing a simple dress that matched her simple beauty, while holding flowers and looking at me worriedly.

"Yes, I am okay...I just had a little headache," I answered, and I looked around the church, and the dead were gone.

"I just have a little headache," I said, and she smiled at me while trying to massage my head with her left hand because her right hand was holding a flower. Her touch makes me comfortable. Her soft, warm hand gives me strength like I don't want her to stop massaging me.

"I hope you feel better," She said and stopped massaging me.

"Thank you," I said, and I watched her put the flowers she was holding at the altar, and she signed off the cross. She closed her eyes and started praying silently. Then she stared at the giant crucifix hanging on the wall, signed the cross again, and returned it to me.

"I didn't expect to see you here," She said. Yeah right! Because you thought that I was an addict. She smiled at what I said and shook her head.

"It is not like that. My mom is just paranoid. She wants to keep the compound safe," she smiled.