Angels

Chapter 19- The Garden

"Damien?!" Marc shouted, grabbing the boy's shoulders. He'd taken a few minutes to recover before running back out of the forest. "Holy shit! Sam?!"

"What the hell, Marcus?!" Damien shouted, letting go of Sam and turning to shove him back.

"We didn't know it was Carter! I'm sorry I tried to protect him but-" Marcus replied.

"You should have ran!" Damien shouted.

"Holy shit your eyes!" Marc shouted, stepping back.

"Yes. I'm a fucking Angel, Marcus," Damien replied.

"But-" Marcus stammered.

"So is Sam. But he didn't know! I don't care if he was going to start an apocalypse! What the hell am I supposed to do!" Damien shouted.

"He's gone..." Marc mumbled.

"What do you mean he's- AARON!" Damien shouted.

"Who the hell is Aaron?!" Marc replied.

"They go to the garden after they leave! This is bad there aren't any guardians!" Damien shouted.

"Damien!" Marcus shouted. Damien looked up to him with teary eyes and a stressed expression. "You don't even make sense anymore!"

"I need to go to the garden!!" Damien shouted. Marcus reached out towards Damien to try to calm him down.

"The air around you is burning hot!" Marcus shouted.

Damien closed his eyes and felt himself collapse into light, transporting his body to the Garden.

It was nothing to worry about.

It was a normal thing.

Everyone went through this.

It was really happening. Wasn't it?

He didn't expect it so soon.

Damien pushed open the grand doors, the room beyond had the highest ceiling he'd ever seen, there were beautiful paintings on the walls that looked like they were windows into the most beautiful world ever.

There were giant pillars and the floor tiles were in beautiful shades of gold.

The environment was so calming but he'd never been so horrified.

At the far end of the room the floor and walls turned into a wonderful garden, with tall fruit trees full of ripe fruit, every vegetable imaginable, and the most beautiful flowers you'd ever seen.

In the garden stood a man with inhuman height, as he got closer the man turned to face him.

He was dressed in all white, a t-shirt and jeans. His feet were bare and his skin was very pale. He had dark grey, nearly black eyes, messy black hair, and a black beard.

He gave off an air of kindness and calmness.

The man smiled at him, showing two rows of perfect, white teeth.

"Hello Damien!" he greeted.

"Hi..." he replied. "Where is he?"

"Where's who?" the man asked back.

"Aaron you know who I'm talking about! Where's Sam?!" Damien shouted.

"Oh, the shadowed Angels were crowding him a few minutes ago," Aaron replied.

Damien shot forwards, propelled into the air as he raced forwards and Aaron followed him at a leisurely pace.

"What have you been up to, lately?" Aaron asked. Damien tried to get away from him and finally shot into a clearing.

"Which one is he? They're all mindless blobbed forms," Damien asked.

"Samuel has been here with me, so I could show him around," Aaron replied. Damien looked over to notice a shadowed Angel on Aaron's shoulder.

He had small wings, they matched his height but looked pathetic compared to Damien's, which were about three times Damien's size. Damien could barely make out the Sam's messy hair and the scarf through the way he moved. It was a black form with white eyes that looked just enough like Sam for Damien to believe the man.

Damien flew up and pulled Sam away from Aaron. Watching as the small shadowed Angel mindlessly dropped after him. Damien started towards the exit when Aaron spoke up.

"Damien, are you sure?" Aaron asked as the pink-haired angel stepped out of the garden. Damien paused.

"Is it true? Is he really going to start some apocalypse if I bring him back?" Damien asked.

"Perhaps," he replied.

"But how! What does it mean?!" Damien shouted.

"It wouldn't be the first," he replied. "It used to be peaceful, but then one of you made a mistake. And then it became what it is now. If he keeps going, things will get dangerous. Apocalypse is an exaggeration."

"I know but... should I bring him back?" Damien asked.

"That's up to you, Damien, do you trust him?" Aaron asked, kneeling down and looking at them from closer.

"I don't know..." Damien replied. This apocalypse was going to happen almost undeniably if Sam came back. But Damien couldn't stand the world without him.

"Come sit, relax for a while, Damien, take a break from reality," Aaron offered.

He shook his head, the room was making him too uncomfortable and he wanted to get Sam back as soon as possible. He took a deep breath and gathered his energy, teleporting out in a flash of light.