Remiel was lying on the ground, rubbing and holding Hadi close to her chest.
"It will be alright. We will be safe. I promise." Remiel whispered very quietly.
Hadi was sleeping and snoring with his eyes closed.
His body was thinner than normal, like he had gone weeks without eating.
"How are you feeling?" She whispered.
Hadi continued to snore.
Remiel sighed and tilted her head back.
Her wings continued to stay wrapped around their bodies while they laid on the other side of the planet.
A dark night sky that was a hue of deep purple and dark brown.
The light from The Red reaches around to corrupt every sky.
Every cloud is red and black as they move across the silent, somewhat peaceful air.
Remiel's wings shifted slightly to move them into a more comfortable position.
Hadi was still sleeping.
Not seeming to know or understand what was happening outside of the small, warm embrace of his Mother.
Remiel's wings shifted as the feather spread apart.
Remiel stared up through the small holes, staring at the peaceful sky that filled her with appreciation and beauty.
Watching on as a smile appeared on her face.
"Good sweetie. Everything will be alright." Remiel whispered.
She began to whistle softly, creating a tune for her child to sleep to.
Ash-Shaytān sat in his newly made throne made out of gold.
He watched on while the horde of Humans were working at the bottom of the mountain.
Digging holes in search for more gold, farming for food, and breaking their mindless bodies while they took massive pieces of rock and began to build homes and monuments once again.
Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael were carrying the stone sculpture Raphael made of The Seraphs and their Father into the center of the new city being built brick by brick.
He looked to his side, staring at Hakim standing next to the throne like a royal guard.
"You...you remind me of somebody." Ash-Shaytān said.
Hakim turned to look at him, his eyes as black as tar.
The Red no longer reflected in his eyes as he turned his gaze away from the ominous star.
A star low in the sky that was silent.
Watching over everything occurring on the surface.
"Who do I remind you of?" Hakim asked.
"A Brother...who I loved and cherished so deeply. My Brother Azrael. Young and smart. Fierce and competitive. He learned a lot from me." Ash-Shaytān said, staring forward to continue watching his new slaves.
"Azrael? I...like that name. It would be an honor to take it for you." Hakim said with a bow.
Ash-Shaytān's calm and emotionless face began to drop.
His eyes became heavy and distant while his lips began to curve down into a frown.
A single tear began to race down his cheek.
"Take...take it from him?" Ash-Shaytān asked.
Hakim stood slowly, his face quickly changing to an apologetic one.
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Grand Angel
FantasyA being created by the blood of a dying God, later becoming the one who sets everything in motion. The one who really puts the entire Anomaly Saga into motion.
