Souls in Purge (English Version)

Night 4 - Ezequiel

As I laid my head on the pillow, I quickly fell asleep, despite what I had seen that day. Now I was in complete calm.

In this dream, I found myself in front of a pair of massive wooden doors. I looked closer and noticed it was the entrance to a beautiful Gothic-style building. I slowly opened the heavy doors and saw two rows of empty, pristine wooden benches, with a red carpet dividing them. The place was completely silent. I walked towards the back of the hall, stepping on that carpet, but I felt the need to turn around, sensing an unsettling presence.

There it was, at the entrance of the hall I could see a gigantic, shimmering amber eye watching me, while white clouds flowed in through the doors, flooding the space. I tried to flee as I saw the eye approaching and growing larger, but the floor began to tilt, dragging me towards it. I tried to hold onto the seats to avoid being caught, the room filling up more and more with clouds as the eye kept getting closer, still growing, and the floor continued to tilt towards it.

It was then that I felt that burning suffocation for a moment, the rosary hanging from my neck started pulling strongly towards my back, sucked by an invisible force. I realized the eye had turned into a black hole, absorbing everything around it, the clouds completely filling the hall, making it no longer seem like a room, but a cloudy sky. The black hole was about to suck me in, the white clouds turning dark and lightning bolts starting to emerge from them. I felt I was running out of air, being strangled by the chain I was wearing around my neck, and just as I felt I couldn't breathe anymore and was about to be swallowed by that eye... I woke up on the grass of that sacred place.

Back in the Garden of Eden, I sought to find Mordad again. The sun was high and the wind made the trees sway. Passing through a field of blue flowers, I saw that hooded figure again. I approached to speak to him, and when he noticed my presence, he turned around to greet me, this time looking less cheerful.

– Hello. How are you feeling? – the hooded one spoke, not an old man this time, but a teenager like me, though his dry voice sounded the same at all ages. He had cuts on his forearm and a linear mark on his neck.

– I told you not to do this, you didn't need to use this form for anything – I replied, seeing the change in his appearance.

– Sorry, I thought it would help somehow – he replied without enthusiasm.

– Is something wrong? – I asked.

– I heard what happened to Argenio, poor thing, he was too innocent to be in such a high position.

– What are you talking about?

– Each angel has a different position, each one higher than the last. He was a cherub – he explained – that puts him in one of the highest positions within this hierarchy, as you saw, he was very powerful, but he didn't know how to be the imposing leader he was destined to be and paid for it in the worst way. Being shattered.

– Shattered? – I asked.

– Each angel has an external vessel that allows them to assume a human form, that disguise breaks easily when they go through an extremely traumatic event, it's a common side effect in fallen angels, maybe it's just a matter of time before horns or something similar start to emerge.

– That's why he had those cracks on his face after the explosion...

– Anyway, knowing that, it seems that seeing that event awakened memories in you.

– What are you talking about? – I asked, confused.

– I know about the dream you had, it means you're remembering what happened before your death.

– That guy... Damian. His eyes were too similar to the one I saw in my dream. Did he have something to do with it?

– No – he replied, cracking a smile – he comes from a different country and they didn't even know each other in life.

– I guess I'll have to figure it out on my own. Is there any indication of who the traitorous angel might be?

– That's the same thing I was going to ask you – he replied, losing the smile on his face – there's still an angel trying to conspire against the campers. Our Judas just wants to condemn all the humans in purgatory for some kind of sick reason.

– Don't worry, I refuse to let that happen.

– Okay, come back when you need anything else, I trust you... – He slowly opened his wings, and as he closed them with a snap, I woke up again in my room, but this time it was still night. I went out and looked at the starry sky, knowing what I had to do.