Mavobella: The Angel Of Death

Chapter 3

This must be what they meant by "rest in peace." Ironically, I was feeling pretty peaceful right now. Tentacles were squeezing me to death. I guess I had a new vacation idea. Maybe I should start a travel blog about underwater adventures, except this was not exactly the getaway I had in mind.

As I floated in this dismal predicament, I couldn’t help but wonder: why was this day so messed up? When I regained my limbs, I found myself in a precarious situation, unable to use them effectively. Now, my powers were flickering like faulty Christmas lights. I could feel my halo sputtering atop my head, its faint light barely visible through the reflective skin of the beast that held me captive.

Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, an outline of an angel appeared, cutting through the chaos. If I had lost a screw, she had lost the whole goddamn toolbox. Even a person with the slightest modicum of sense could tell that confronting a monster a hundred times her size was a surefire ticket to the afterlife. But I guessed she was too desperate to die.

She flew in, wielding a giant sword that glowed with a fierce intensity. As she drew closer, her sword illuminated the murky waters around us. It glowed orange, like the sun at dusk—so bright it seemed ready to burn the monster to ashes. If I were a lesser being, I would have felt a flicker of hope, but instead, dread filled me.

But the zombies had other plans. I had watched countless zombie movies, but flying zombies were a whole new level of madness. These weren’t just any undead; they were angel zombies, grotesque mockeries of what angels should be. Their halos glowed a luminous green, their wings were tattered and ragged, and some even wielded weapons like jagged swords, their eyes gleaming with malice.

I still hadn’t comprehended my surroundings, and that didn’t make things any better. No wonder my punching bag was so swift; I felt like a character in a twisted horror film. Some of the zombies couldn’t fly and lacked halos—safe to say they were not angels, but rather abominations crafted from nightmares.

The suicidal lady maneuvered around a few zombies, slashing at them with her jagged sword. As expected, they fell from the sky, but shockingly, they began collecting their severed body parts as soon as they touched the ground. I watched in horror as she fought. Her skills were honed, each slice fluid and deadly. She glided through the air like a samurai, her movements captivating and horrifying all at once.

I was mesmerized until I felt the monster's grip tighten against my chest. I turned to meet its jagged teeth, dripping with a luminous green substance that dripped down its elongated jaws, eager for my angelic flesh. Its breath was rancid, a putrid smell that made me gag. “You should get a toothbrush, man,” I muttered, barely able to hear my own voice through the muffled chaos.

“Help!” My vocal cords hadn’t cleared, producing a scrappy and low tone. If the lady had come to save me, she’d better do it now and stop showing off in a battle with dead angels.

Her hearing must have been sharper than mine. She shifted toward me, recognizing my near-death situation. With one swift motion, she sent the remaining angels flying into pieces. I noticed she was wounded in her left arm, but that hardly seemed to matter as she launched herself toward me.

She shot down from the sky like a bullet, and just when my head was about to meet the monster’s jaws, she severed the tentacle that held me captive. The relief was instant. Thick, obsidian black blood oozed from the severed appendage, splattering onto the ground with a sickening thud.

My savior must not have seen my landing spot. Never mind; I could use a shower to rinse off the zombie punch. I crashed onto my back and was drowned by the sea quicker than I expected. Luckily, I could breathe—at least in parts. The angel of death was coming back into me, but only intermittently: one moment I was choking, and the next, I could breathe as if I were in the open air. One moment my halo was glowing, the next it was out, and I was left in utter darkness.