Grand Angel

Chapter 42: Road To Conflict

Ash-Shaytān was sitting on his created throne and smiled wide, gripping the arm rests tightly. Making his arms and hands become covered in bulging veins.

The Humans had grown into a city sized population once again.

Thousands of people who were all on their knees, their hands clasped together and eyes closed with their backs arched forward.

Kneeling towards their King.

Their God.

"My people! Your prayers have been more than enough! I feel so strong and powerful due to your prayers. You have given me all of your love and requests for your lives, and I shall grant all of them!" He said and quickly stood up, his arms extending out horizontally as he laughed.

He was adorned in robes of pure white and shimmering gold, drawing the eyes of the people who had no idea what the metal was. His crown shined with more gold reflecting the sunlight, obscuring him from their vision and making him appear as a powerful, incomprehensible blur.

The Humans looked before they all shouted and hid their gaze from the blinding light.

Overtaking his form that stood in front of his throne.

"We are the future! And we shall carry on our lives without pain or struggle!" Ash-Shaytān shouted.

The Humans all shouted again and cheered for their leader.

"I'm telling you, this isn't going to end well." Raphael said.

"You're so negative about everything." Gabriel said.

Raphael's forehead began to bulge with veins pressing against his skin.

"I don't...understand...how we're related." Raphael said.

"Well when a Father wants to create his children, he..." Gabriel started but then stopped, trying to think of how to continue the story.

"I am going to kill our Brother." Raguel said.

She was forging a sword out of the very stone the temple beneath her was built from.

Michael was sitting next to her, staring down at the ground with blank and expressionless eyes.

"Remiel was playing with Hadi. Maybe doing so will help you calm down." Raphael said as he looked over to his Sister Raguel.

Raguel chuckled.

"Seems like she never leaves her child alone." Raguel said.

"He's a baby." Raphael replied.

Raguel slammed the sword down, nearly breaking it, and grunting.

"Fine. If you think it will help me." Raguel said.

Michael looked down at the sword, his eyes fixated on it more than anything else he had seen in weeks. Perhaps even months.

Raguel got to her feet and marched over to Remiel, sitting on the far edge of the temple.

Grand Angel was close by, sitting and seeming to be playing some sort of game with Hadi.

Hadi looked down at rocks of different sizes, rearranging them to go from smallest to biggest.

Once she did, Grand Angel clapped and mixed them up again.

Hadi's eyes lit up and they would throw a ball of glowing light into the air, which exploded into sparkles like fireworks with much less noise.

Raguel rolled her eyes and went to sit next to her sister.

Remiel was sitting with her legs peacefully and innocently kicking over the edge while Raguel had one leg dangling and the other bent to rest her arm and head on.