Better Angels

Prologue: Ariel

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Prologue

Ariel

The silence is overwhelming as you wait to be called in. As you wait for the end of something so terrifying that you find that you yourself cannot face it. The end is not what you think it is. It is not death. It is not a never ending night that is utterly and completely black, and it is not the blackness of nothingness. It is something that is much worse. It was dark, cold, and filled with a foul smell that I could not identify. Hell is strange. Most humans would expect fiery pits and a little man with a pitch fork. The fiery pits are true, but hell is not just fire. It is the end.

I don't belong in Hell or The End. Whichever you would like to call it. Then End is simply more suiting for me. As I was saying I don't belong here at all. Get it humans. I am not Death, Satan, or the Grim Reaper though it may sound like it now. I'm Ariel. The Lion of God, Commander of the Avenging Angels, as well as an Archangel. Then I was appointed as the angel of music after Lucifer fell and  recently the Angel of Death. Okay don't run off and scream in terror. Yes I am the Angel of Death, but no I do not wait by your bedside for you to die. All right maybe I sometimes do, but that's not the point. I don't kill people I merely take the dearly departed souls to be judged. No matter how I put it you're still going to freak out.

Our former Angel of Death Azrael was cast out to the end for conspiring with the former prince of angels (Lucifer) so they could overthrow God, again. He is now an angel turned demon, and he was my best friend. I almost took the fall for him. All evidence pointed towards me, but Azrael was still inside there somewhere. With the belt of truth he could not lie. Azrael confessed everything. My honor was restored and he was gone. Someone had to be appointed Angel of Death. Azrael once described it as a curse. An Angel does not belong in The End, there are things down there that play with your mind. They will twist and contort you into something evil and grotesque. That's what happened to Azrael and to all other Angels of Death before him. That is what would happen to me. I was the friend of a monster and therefore just as responsible as he was for the conspiring. Though I wasn't stripped of my rank of status I was given the title Angel of Death. DO NOT TRUST US. WE WILL COME FOR YOU. DO NOT TRUST US. WE WILL TURN ON YOU. DO NOT TRUST US. WE WILL END YOU!

WELCOME TO YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!

GOOD LUCK FACING YOUR FEARS!

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“The Angel of Death had turned on us once again!” Michael shouted as he pounded his fist on the table sending particles of stone flying into the air and causing Raphael to flinch. “Normally this kind of evil takes years to form. It has only been six months and already she is already foaming at the mouth.” Michael collapsed into his marble throne. Silence met his angry outburst as the other archangels sought an answer.

“The evil in that place is growing stronger everyday as more people turn away,” Seraphiel sighed her blues eyes were dead and appeared exhausted.

“Ariel is strong. Maybe she can fight it off,” Raphael suggested. Raphael was Ariel and Michael’s brother. He would not accept that she was going dark side.

“You know she can't Raphael. The End has poisonous influences that no angel can hope to fight off. There is no hope for her. Ariel is already lost to us,” Michael replied softly.