From the Day I Died

Chapter 10

Numb. That’s how I felt. Before, when I found out I was banned from being Jordy’s angel, I was sad, but not this. Not like this. I knew he would keep living, have a family, a job, a future. That was ripped from him. He was probably doomed the minute I died, the minute I was stated his Guardian. And I’d failed him. Now he was going to spend an eternity as Satan’s little bitch. He won’t remember his past life, Lucie said. Only little images, and only after a few hundred years if at all. She said he wasn’t Jordy anymore, not the sweet guy I knew. He’s a monster. He wants to kill me.

Numb. At first, I cried. I cried and cried. I refused to let anyone into my room, curtins shut, room eerily quiet against the drastic, pained sobs which made me claw at my skin..

Then I was in denial. He would remember me, I thought to myself, there was a way he could be an angel. If he was stabbed by a demon blade, I was convinced he would release his spirit.

Then anger. At Alex, at Jesus, at Lucie, at myself and at God. The music blared. I started the songs two days ago. It rang in a non-stop loop, playing them over and over, until I knew the exact order of my iPod, even though it was on shuffle. They knocked. I didn’t move. They called out. I didn’t even blink. I was isolated in my room for about three weeks, but it seemed like centuries. And that's how I wanted to spend eternity.

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I heard a knock on the door. I ignored it, as usual.

“Cynthia, it’s time,” Jesus said, voice muffled behind the door. I didn’t roll over, just lay there, body under the cocoon of blankets, wrapping my legs around the pillow. I heard a woosh of air, and the door opened. Jesus could manipulate all elements, aggravating to me. He could have been there in time to save him. They all could have saved him.

“We need to talk,” he said. I grunted, showing how I was by no means to participate in any conversation.

“Ok don’t talk, just listen,” he said, and sat down on the bed next to me. I suddenly felt very self conscious. I hadn’t showered since after the battle, and had stayed in my silk P.J’s the whole time.

“Jordy isn’t dead, he’s just a demon,” he started, oblivious to the tears falling down my cheek. I had my back to him, and was convicted. I wanted to stop him, but that required using my voice. I wasn’t sure if I could still talk. I hadn't usued words of the English kind since my last conversation with him. With Jordy.

“All hope isn’t lost. With therapy, we can change him. Or a demon blade, but only a demon can wield that,” he said. I didn’t move. Those options sounded long and hard. I wanted him now. All was quiet for a while, then he snapped.

“Stop feeling sorry for yourself! It isn’t going to bring him back! We have more pressing issues! We may have won the battle, but the war is yet to be fought! Demons are in hot pursuit of releasing Satan!” he whispered harshly, causing me to flinch.

“Now get up-“

“You knew” I said, cutting him off. My voice was cracked and dry, like I had been screaming for the past three hours. Which I probably had been. I can't remember.

“You knew Alex wasn’t on our side,” I cleared my throat, saying it more audibly. I felt Jesus relax.

“I, did not, my father, however, did,” he began, “He told me, how Alex had been plotting for centuries, how he deliberately appointed Alex as a head, to try to sway him,”

"He told me this AFTER the battle of course," Jesus said.

"And promoted him to try and sway him,"

His words stuck to me like a wet T-shirt, but they were much less sexy.

“Trust God, he has a plan,” I said to myself, over and over, but I felt hopeless. Why would God let Jordy become a demon? Why would he let Alex open the gate to Hell? Why would he not say anything to anyone?

“Trust God, he has a plan,” I kept saying.

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Hey guys, that's the end of book one! I want to personally thank you for putting up with bad character developement, wierd descriptions and a cheesy plot. Give yourself something nice. Go eat chocolate. You deserve it.

I am planning on book two, which I promise will be much better, less romance revolved and will be posted after my next series is finished, Stone Cold. So yeah You guys rock socks. :D