Absolution

14: Butterfly

Azrael

No matter how hard I try to wipe the blood from the wound on my cheeks, it is still flowing like a waterfall.

I don't know if Hecate is dead but Ose isn't done yet, he actually have the audacity to attack me again in full force.

My grim reaper form's stripped away easily from his attack earlier.

So he has this enough strength to fight an archangel? I wonder what drives him to be this formidable.

He is glaring at me with too much hatred, he didn't even paying attention to his bloody hand while he is fingers wrapped around his cane tightly.

I don't have to wait for him to attack me again so I charge at him and we collided, I sent him flying to a nearby wall.

I sprinted towards him and I punched his face hard, his blood splatters on my face. I punch him again, hearing a distant crunch of a bone but it doesn't stop me from my determination to kill him.

I bring my knee to his stomach and I slam my elbow on his nape, the pitiful creature fell on the ground grunting.

I grabbed him by the roots of his hair and I hurl his face on the mud. I have been longing to do this since his accomplice hurt Cassiel, my Cassiel. So they will pay in blood.

They will pay it with their deaths.

I pulled out my knife from my belt and I was about to chop Ose's head off when an invisible force stops me from doing so. Making my hand suspend in the air and I grit my teeth to fight the force.

Hecate is standing again and her one arm is outstretched in my direction while pointing a shaking finger. It is obvious that her power is coming from that finger, the more I resist it the more my arm is getting numb.

I cried out in agony when Ose rammed his cane on my toes, not to mention his cane has a blade at the end.

So I pulled away from him with my bleeding toe and the demon stands up staggering using his cane to support his weight.

He do really love his cane, no?

And his bloody cane has a blade, I sounded like a wildcat hissing because of the contact of infernal blade on my skin.

The wound is making a sizzling sound while a small steam is leaking from the lesion.

Great. My foot is being sizzled by a white haired demon. Such a nice masterpiece for an Angel of Death.

In my peripheral vision, Hecate collapsed on the ground while  the huge gash on her stomach is still bleeding.

So it's gonna be me and Ose now, I would be lying if I say I am not surprised to see Ose's wounds being healed one by one, leaving his skin without any mark of scars.

He saw my reaction and he smirked at my direction haughtily "Surprised, Azrael? You know I must thank you too, if not because of you I wouldn't discover this kind of technique."

I frown "What do you mean?"

"Black Plague. Seville Spain. 1647." I am still frowning to what he said.

"What?"

"Shut up! Don't pretend not to remember the details I gave to you." he hissed.

I shrug nonchalantly "I am sorry not so sorry but I cannot remember those people that is meant to be dead."

That's true, I don't have a photographic memory to remember all the names of the people who are listed in the Book of the Dead. The people whose 'thread' was meant to be severed.

Ose took dangerous steps towards me, baring his teeth in anguish "I really hate you, no scratch that I loathe you, Azrael."

I didn't move any muscle and anticipating for his next action.

What's happening right now is like a Butterfly Effect between Ose and I.

Being an Angel of Death, it is inevitable for me to take souls and bring them up to Heaven. Whether they are innocent or not, Kushiel will be the one who will punish them.

Messing up with people's lives are like a natural thing to me. But not all the time, I even feel the guilt of hearing someone's soul pleading for a second chance sometimes.

Yet, Ose doesn't seem to understand that my job is not an easy task.

It is not my fault to be the Angel of Death.

And how should I know that it is his family who were the victim?
I am not obliged to know all of their information and yet the result of everything became like the wings of a butterfly.

It can be a small breeze in a certain area but it could be a tornado in another place.

Unpredictable and devastating just like when Ose's cane hit me in my face making me stumble backwards.

I spit the blood from my mouth and glared at Ose who charged at me with a battle cry and throwing his weight against my body.

We fell on the ground and he punched me right on the nose. I think I see some stars and Cassiel's smiling face.

Cassiel!

I catched Ose's fist and headbatted him, the demon reeled backwards and I rise up quickly, and I  kicked him hard on the stomach.

He cried out in pain but it doesn't stop me from hurting him vehemently.

All of my anger, exhaustion, and agony I feel in my system fuels me a violent energy to inflict pain.

I picked him up by the collar and slammed him hard on the ground.

I repeat the same action all over again and after a few seconds the demon is lying unmoving.

When I was about to pull out my knife from its sheath an excruciating pain came from my back.

I fell on the ground with one knee and turned to see who stabbed ne.

At first, I thought it was Lucifer but more likely he looks like his replica with his mismatched golden eyes and mischevious smirking face.

"I came here as a reinforcement for Ose and Hecate. Nice to meet you, Azrael. I am Zerachiel."

Shit. I'm good as dead then.
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A/N: After a few days of losing my will to continue updating this and self-pitying because depression is a bitch. I still got a spark of motivation to write even though I am SOOOOO busy in my work. Before anything else, Happy Mother's Day tho it's late.

Well, Zerachiel is here. He is pretty vital in Desiderium but he will play a huge role in Nevermore soon.

Absolution takes place after Ephemeral, Desiderium, and Nevermore(tba if I should continue this).

Anyways, I gotta update the other stories soon if I got a time. Probably Friday night here in my place or Saturdays and Sundays or Mondays. It depends.

Ciao!