Antichrist: Part 2

Sofia and John; Revelations

Finally, someone with common sense introduces John and Sofia to Lucifer's supernatural club. Something that should have happened long ago.

Sofia is visited by an old friend who is not really what she has always claimed to be. At the same time, John receives a visit from a rather confusing duo.

About half an hour before the young blond man appeared in Lucifer's penthouse, Sofia Gomez was visited by an old friend in her small apartment. Sofia dropped the book she was reading for distraction. She needed a distraction because neither John nor she could reach Baptist or Lucifer, and she began to spin a little madly. Ready to throw the book into a corner and head toward Lumiere. She looked up and spoke softly:

"Rae Rae?"

"Hello Sofia, we need to talk urgently, I'm afraid."

Sofia had not seen her friend, whom she thought was a ghost, for several years. She had also never heard her speak so seriously or formally. Looking more intently at Rae-Rae's face, she suddenly saw the signs of severe fatigue and stress. Something ghosts shouldn't have thought, Sofia.

"You're not a ghost, I guess."

"Absolutely correct. May I sit down, please?"

All Sofia could do was nod.

"But before I do, I want to show you something."

She rolled her shoulders, and suddenly a pair of beautiful light brown wings with an unearthly glow appeared. With wide eyes, Sofia exclaimed enthusiastically:

"You are an Angel!"

The other nodded, let her wings disappear again, and plopped down in the seat opposite Sofia. Her enthusiasm disappeared rather quickly and was replaced by a bit of suspicion:

"But, but why did you lie to me when I was little?"

"A very long story, very short, I stupidly panicked. Your name appeared on my list. When I appeared at that car accident, you turned out to be a false alarm; it happens sometimes. No administrative service is without error. Heaven's is even more so, and it is getting worse by the day. The problem was that you could see me, and normally that should not be possible. While I am doing my job, living people should not be able to see me. I panicked and said the first thing that came to mind. At first, I thought it was because of your young age. Children are much more open to the supernatural than adults, and with age, you wouldn't be able to see me anymore. I knew I should have stayed away from you, but something kept drawing me to you. I became accustomed to you, enjoyed our friendship, didn't want to lose it, and over time didn't dare confess the truth to you for fear of losing you. If I tell you what I am, then you will understand why people would rather not have me around, let alone make friends with me, and why I was afraid to tell the truth. I am Azrael, the Angel of Death."
Sofia took a sharp breath. She looked anxiously at the once-ghost now Angel and asked fearfully:

"Isn't it a false alarm now? Did you come to pick me up now?"

The Angel smiled wearily:

"I wish it was that simple, Sofia. The following words will be harsh and sound unbelievable, but unfortunately, it is the truth. We need your help, or in the next 72 hours, give or take a few hours; at least a few million times it will not be a false alarm."

Sofia blinked her eyes a few times. Looked at the Angel not understanding:
"A few million dead? Why, what's going on? Is the big one coming to California?"
"Nop"