How to be Human

Chapter 2 - Offers

My clouded mind spun, and I slowly sat in one of the uncomfortable wooden chairs, across from the man who had been sent to “dispose” of me. I could feel his holiness radiating like the sun’s rays; it was making me sick.

The way he seemed to glow with light was not the only indication that he was an angel. Dark hair was cropped perfectly on sunkissed skin, not a single strand was out of place, and his body was clad in the an expensive, gray, Armani suit. Everything about him screamed perfect, and everyone knows that angels are the only ones capable of reaching the coveted title.

Two cold, icy eyes locked on to mine, and I was met with a curt greeting. “Ms…Nyx, It is a pleasure to finally meet you. Your friend Michael here has told me all about you. My name is Uriel, and I will be your…handler…for the next few months,” his deep voice spoke as my heart constricted with tension.

“I’m sure…You said Uriel? As in the archangel?” I asked, attempting to keep my voice as steady as possible. However, when faced with the person who could end my life in a snap of his fingers, my throat didn’t exactly cooperate.

“That is correct,” he stated, hopefully completely oblivious to the fear that I was sure was apparent on my face. In the supernatural world, Angels were to be feared, they were the guardians of the human race, and if a different being threatened the humans, they would do anything to eliminate the threat. Archangels, the highest ranking angels, only put themselves in situations that were incredibly delicate; I had underestimated the severity of my actions, and I had a feeling I would be paying my life for them.

“Why would you be sent to deal with lil’ol me? Don’t you have some fancy angel business to attend to?” I snapped, pleased that my unruly attitude seemed to be restored. However, I was sent a warning glare from Michael, and I knew that in the presence of the great Uriel, I should make an attempt to remain as civil as possible.

“The council has requested my service, and their mission aligns with mine. I was happy to offer my…services.”

The council…in that moment, I swore that one day, I would bury every single member six feet below the cold, hard ground. They had a way of making my life miserable, for example, sending a powerful angel to “handle” me. I was one to keep a grudge, and each member had moved even higher on my list.

“Oh…you sure are helpful. Well, as wonderful as this little chat has gone, I must be off…things to do, people to eat…” I mumbled, and attempted to dart away. Unfortunately, the booming voice of a commanding angel stopped my feet in their tracks.

“Sit down Ms. Dancovich, I am not through with you yet,” Uriel spoke softly, yet intensely, like the way a mother scolds a misbehaving child in a church. Unsurprisingly, I sat immediately, the hairs on my arms standing straight up; I didn’t like to be cornered, and in this instance, I felt like mouse surrounded by a starving cat.

“Michael, your presence is no longer needed, I have things that I must discuss with Nyx, alone,” Uriel commanded. Those ice cold eyes flicked to Michael’s uneasy face, giving me a moment to compose myself.

“Then I shall excuse myself, take care of yourself Nyx,” Michael conceded, looking at me one last time. I nodded slowly, telling him that I would be fine; however, I didn’t know quite yet if I was lying to him.

“Now that we have a bit of privacy, let us get down to business. Your behavior over the last hundred years has been atrocious, murdering innocent humans, engaging in killing sprees, it is a miracle that you have not been executed yet.”

“In my defense, I always warn the humans first; it’s not my fault if they don’t listen,” I defended. Those annoyingly cold eyes warned me to hold my tongue, and I wasn’t nearly brave enough to disobey.