Dark Angel (Completed)

Epilogue

Michael's POV

He could not believe he was overpowered by some monsters. Damn monsters. Not anything else but monsters. With their charcoal eyes that screamed evil.

Michael growled in frustration. He couldn't believe he let them take Isabelle.  "Look for Luc, now! I want his ass in front of me before I look for him myself and condemn him to hell!" Michael roared at his fellow friends.

They looked shocked at his outburst but they hurriedly left to earth to look for Luc.

Michael paced back and forth in front of a giant oak wood door. Behind that door was Raziel.

He was in what was practically his death bed.

He didn't know what was going to happen with Raziel.

He had been badly hurt. Hell, even though Michael didn't want it to be true, there was a huge chance Raz wasn't going to wake up. His injuries were far too grave, even for an archangel of heaven.

Whoever attacked him knew damn well what they were doing, they knew exactly how to hurt an archangel. And because of that, his brother was dying.

Michael growled in frustration again.

"Michael, you have to calm down." Gabriel said, looking at Michael with soft eyes. "Raziel will be okay."

Gabriel had come out of nowhere, just suddenly appeared like a ghostly being. Gabriel was a very quiet archangel, but he had a temper that he hid very very well.

Michael shook with anger. "How can he be alright, Gabe? Huh? He's in his damn death bed!" Michael started to feel very agitated and violent. He ran a furious hand through his hair, slightly pulling it at the roots.

Gabriel sighed. "He is going to be okay, Michael. Have faith in our father."

Michael felt rage bubbling in his veins but he didn't say anything. His yellow eyes flashed golden for a second but then went back to their original yellow color.

Gabriel, seeing as he was doing more bad than good, left Michael on his own.

"Have faith in our father? When he has abandoned us. When he has let my brother be injured..." He trailed off and then sighed, his eyes cast down in regret.

No, it was not his fathers fault. His father has nothing to do with this. Raziel had been injured because he had been caught off guard.

Michael was about yell when suddenly the door opened.

Out came death itself.

Literally.

His brother Azreal was Death.

Azreal was the angel of death. He chooses who dies, who lives, who goes to heaven and who goes to hell.

Azreal wasn't always death, he was put into that role for a reason. A dark reason that he didn't like to tell anyone. A reason only Raziel knew.

Death was very tall, the tallest of all the archangels. He wore a black robe, the hood of it concealing his dark yet beautifully stunning features.

Michael, I could hear you from inside the room.

As all angels, Death could also communicate telepathically. "I apologize."Michael closed his eyes for a few seconds and then sighed. "Raz's condition?" He was afraid to ask.

Death didn't answer for the longest time. So long, Michael could feel dread crawl up his spine and take hold of his heart.

He was too injured, Michael. Not even I could heal him. It's all about his strength and our father's word. If he says he lives, he lives. If he says he dies, he dies.