True Confessions of the Angel of Death

Azrael's Memories

When I opened my eyes, I found myself looking at myself. Past me was getting on Wes's bike to go find Xavier. I Looked around, but no one seemed to be able to see me. The scene changed and I found myself in the cemetery where Jake and his followers had gathered. I saw my self, shaking hands with Jake, that twisted smile on his face. I watched my body fall to the ground as Bethany screamed and Xavier tried to get to me and Maghen. The next was of me and Jake before prom. He was handing me the hoop earrings, my family standing ridged, but a smile on my face. After was my meeting Bethany, Gabriel, and Ivy after their decent. I saw the summer morning and myself waiting as they made there way down.

These memories seemed to be getting further and further apart. I saw the wars of the 1900's, the Civil War, the French Revolution, the New England Witch Trials . By this point, I was back in the middle ages. A dark time. Many of the reapers were out dealing with the Crusades, but I covered most of Europe, taking care of the black plague. I saw myself walking through medieval towns, an emotionless look on my face as I reaped millions of souls. I walked through the towns, not even bothering to put away my scythe, my long black hooded cloak dragging the ground behind me as I moved from person to person. I saw the cold look in my eyes as I reaped men, women, children that died from the plague as well as the general brutality of the time. No wonder people feared death...What had made me that way?

Jake's POV

I made my way back to Azrael's room. It had been a few hours since dinner and I couldn't get the look that had been on her face out of my head. She had looked so upset at the thought of losing her wings. I got it. I'd lost mine from being here...from lack of use... I swore I would never let her lose them. Not down here. Not because of me. I remembered her wings when I first met her. They were a beautiful shade of light silver; she looked so pure and delicate. The last time I'd gotten a good look at them, they were black and strong, her eyes filled with and inner fire, making her look dangerous. She'd never been more attractive to me then she had in that moment.

They had been spread in defense of her mortal friend...Maggie...Mary...Meg... Something like that. While I hadn't added her to my followers, I did find a very interesting bit of information by asking her out. She had one of Azrael's feathers. It was no small matter for an angel to give up a feather. It meant the owner was under their protection and had their trust. I would kill to get even close to getting one for myself. I hated that little mortal for it. And then there was Bethany and her little boyfriend. What made them a "special case"? I knew more about our worlds than that pathetic little human could ever hope to understand.

I walked into Azrael's room, Tucker sitting guard in the corner, right where I left him. Azrael was curled up in bed, breathing softly. I turned and glared at him. "Get out." He stood and limped out of the room, closing the door behind him. Good boy. I quietly made my way over to her, sitting on the edge of her bed. Her eyelashes moved against her cheeks as her eyes twitched. She was dreaming...I couldn't help wonder what about. I moved her dark curled hair away from her back. I'd taken special care to make sure that the majority of her wardrobe was backless so she'd be comfortable.

She was in a dark blue nightgown, the neckline lined in lace. I touched her back, between her wings, gently. They were retracted, giving her back the appearance of being tattooed. Anyone who looked close enough or knew better would know that wasn't the case. The outline of her wings was slightly risen, like how veins looked and felt on a wrist. I felt them twitch under my cold touch. Here, I could control how I affected her. I didn't have to burn her alabaster skin, just for the smallest touch anymore. Her wings felt stiff under her skin...Just spreading them wasn't enough. She needed to fly, and soon.

I reluctantly stood up and with one last glance at her, human-yet beautiful, sleeping form, left her room. I knew she hated it here, and probably me for all I'd done...But maybe one day she'd see I had to do what I did. I had to get her before she left that sleepy little town and was lost to me for another two and a half million years. If only she knew what all I had done for her. How much I'd given up so that we could be together. Of course I could never tell her. She'd liked the way I was well enough when she thought I was human. That was a good thing because I couldn't remember how to act any differently.