After Azael was expelled from Heavens, as a fallen angel of a highest rank, he devoted his existence to corrupt humanity. Now, even having Manhattan as his playground, his life has become lame and meaningless. It was until he met Celina Martinez, A...
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Every weekend Celina and Marcus drove up state to visit his parents. Abandoning the sober colors of the city, the landscape and fresh air offered the couple a more romantic getaway. Celina smiled to the stunning views, luscious green hills rugged in the distance where the perfectly aligned crops met an end. That morning there weren't clouds in the summer skies, like the skies she remembered from her homeland in the Caribbean, yet she loved New York, her home now.
Marcus held the woman's hand, intertwining fingers playfully when her cellphone rang. Twitching her mouth she saw it was Azael calling. Marcus saw it too. "What's wrong with that guy? Why is he insisting so much? Haven't he realized you're engaged? Give me that phone, I'm gonna tell the guy a few things!" He tried to grab the phone from her hands.
"No, wait Marcus. Please, let it be", she tried to calm her fiancé down. The phone kept ringing.
"Give me the phone Celina!", his eyes off the road.
Ahead a herd of livestock filed across the street. "No! Watch out Marcus!" Celina yelled.
Marcus pushed the breaks and maneuvered to avoid the crash. The wet road made the car spin, tires barely touching the pavement. He lost control of the vehicle and soon they were off the road. The car went on its sides to roll a few times down a hill, crashing against a giant birch tree.
Celina crawled her way out the car. Her skin ached with scratches and cuts. Wobbling to a bump on her head, she managed to stand up, her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. Noticing that Marcus hadn't got out the car yet, she made her way around the car to the driver's side. Her body shook to see the damage on that side of the car. "Marcus." She moaned her fiancé's name in hopes to receive a response. "Marcus?" The heavy lump in her throat mixed bitterly with saliva to see the man's head cocking over the driver's door. His eyes were open in blank, blood gushed out his mouth. "Marcus!" She shook him, but his head banged dead on the steering wheel. "Nooooo!" Was her bitter cry.
It breezed cold making her hair to flutter and her skin froze. Celina dropped herself to the floor, broken. "No, please God, don't take him yet with you!" In that moment the Reaper filled his sack and flapped his wings away. Celina stared with tearful eyes up to the sky, right where the angel of death made his way out taking with him Marcus soul.
A second gust of wind blew bringing the scent of writhing roses and sulfur. Celina rose up and turned to her left. There was Azael, his silver wings spreading magnificently. "Azael, is that you?" She saw him. His eyes widened in disbelief becoming aware of she was able to see him as an angel. "No, it's not possible!" Celina walked, her hand extended towards him. But before she could reach him, the demon vanished away.
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It was a week after Marcus burials and Celina prayed, more sobbing a Pater Nostre than a coherent prayer, kneeling at a cathedral in the city. Night fell and inside the church and there was no one than her. She didn't want to share her pain with anybody else. Even guilt belonged only to hers and it stung like a thousand needles to the heart with all egregious possibilities. She'd brought death to her beloved Marcus in the form of a demon to their lives. She'd known better than that.
The candles on the altar flickered to a sudden gust, a cold stream ran up her spine. The scent of flowers announced she'd got company.
At the door, Azael tried to make his way into the holy precinct, his right foot scorching as he gave a first step in. Demons weren't allowed in churches, he knew, but the woman he loved was inside.
Celina rose from the altar and walked towards Azael. Her eyes were swollen in tears and her face glowed hatred to the man at the door. A man who was not a man but a demon.
"You're a seer." There was both guilt and repentance, grieve and shame in Azael's tone.
"And you're a liar, a soul corruptor... an assassin! You've killed Marcus!" Celina left the safeness on the cathedral and confronted Azael. Filled with anger, her fists clenched, she pushed him back. "I don't fear you for I've seen many like you before. I've should have known when your presence rose goosebumps on my skin, when your eyes like amethyst dumbfounded me over. When I found amusing your foolish wooing!"
"It was not foolish, it wasn't vain wooing... I love you Celina!"
"Demons can't love! You're nothing but evil and selfishness! You're only darkness!" There was a moment of silence, Celina stepped back to put a safe distance between them. "Love you're talking? You took away from me what I loved the most. I hate you!" She bursted in crying. "Please, don't follow me Azael. I don't want to see you again", the woman said and veered away leaving a crestfallen Azael watching her go.
