Healing Blitzo

The First Dark Memory Part 2

WARNING: Implication of Rape is in this chapter. The action itself is not shown but mentioned and somewhat described.

Rachmiel had to pause it. He had to. Not just for Blitzo's sake but his own. The angel knew he was a sheltered person for having lived in Heaven all his life. Not once had he been on Earth or Hell until recently. He hadn't even been to Purgatory until his interview with Prince Stolas and Lord Metatron. Growing up, Rachmiel knew that things could be bad outside of Heaven. You hear about it all the time. Some angels couldn't even believe how bad it could get. Rachmiel had talked to mortals who were once human before arriving in Heaven. The way they described crime, war, disease, greed, poverty, and suffering was alien to angels. It was like explaining the deep sea to a bird who only knew of the sky. Being a doctor, Rachmiel expected to see dark and grim scenes in his career since patients could be hurt so badly that it was possible they couldn't be saved.

But Rachmiel had not prepared himself for this.

He had not been prepared to see burned corpses, people choking on their blood, children sprawled on the ground with glazed and empty eyes, and other acts of horror.

Whatever talks about demons being evil or corrupt didn't matter.

Nobody, not even demons, deserved this fate.

Wiping tears from his eyes, Rachmiel gazed over at Blitzo, who was still screaming and sobbing on his knees, his fists pounding the ground over and over again. The cries were those of a man who had been so broken that they hurt the very soul. The angel didn't hesitate to hug him from behind, silently shedding tears with him. His wings wrapped around them both as if to shield them from the outside.

"It's all my fault..." Blitzo wept as his muttering was almost as silent as a mouse. "...should have said something... shouldn't have run away...all my fault..."

Rachmiel wanted to stop, but he knew that he couldn't. To stop now would ruin everything. They had to keep going forward, but that didn't mean they could pause. The entire memory stood frozen in tragedy as they let their emotions go. One out of grief and guilt, and the other out of horror and pity.

And they say demons don't cry, Rachmiel thought in his mind as he hugged Blitzo harder.

***

Neither of them knew how long their moment of weeping went on. Time was unimportant at this point. Eventually, Blitzo stopped crying but didn't get up or say anything. And Rachmiel never let go. He wouldn't until the Imp was ready.

After a few more deep breaths, Blitzo slowly and shakingly got up as Rachmiel let go. The Imp stared at his horrified, broken younger self and walked over. He slowly touched his memory's face, and it went through it, but the symbolism was the same. "It's going to be okay. I promise."

Whether that was assurance to himself or his past self, Rachmiel didn't know, but he knew it was time to continue. With a heavy heart, he snapped his fingers, and the chaos was moving once more.

"Satan..." Younger Blitzo whispered in horror as Fizzarolli and he looked at each other in horror. "Dad! Tillie! Barbie!"

"My parents!"

The two wasted no time as they rushed through the burning tents with the two watchers following them. Running, they saw Imps and other demons found dead or running for their lives as gunshots were heard among the screams. They turned around a burning tent and gasped upon seeing five lizard and insect-looking demons unloading Tommy Guns on a family of six, the youngest being only ten. Their bodies jerked rapidly before falling down like marionettes with no strings. The bodies were so damaged that no mortician in the universe could make them look peaceful again. Rachmiel, watching in horror, turned around and puked.