Coffee. The delicious, intoxicating homely aroma of coffee consumed my nostrils.
I wish he was here with me though. He's so interesting. Weird but interesting.
I looked up as the loud, annoying bell rang on the door of the cafe. I saw, to my happiness, the tall, slim yet slighy muscular, build of Ben Atchuckia walk through the pink door.
"Hello Amancia!" He shouted, to my shock, as he waited in the never ending que for a table. "Come join me." I demanded of him, to my disbelief.
We started talking about school (yay!!) And how he feels about being the new kid on campus.
"Well it's difficult i gue..." he suddenly stopped and appeared in front of me with the sound of a faint flapping.
I see all the patreons in the cafe start walking up to us. Thoughts are racing through my head: why is he so worried? How did he get there?
"We want the girl. Leave now angel or be destroyed." The seemingly kind, plump waitress said with a deep, inhuman growl. A long black dagger with a gold tip, the blade seemed to be around half a metre long, flew down from the sleeve of her orange polka dot uniform.
Ben extended his right arm and the dagger soared out of the waitress' hand and into his chest, exactly where his heart is. I scream at the sight but then he pulls it out and laughs. A deep, sincere, laugh.
"How? What are you?" The waitress asked, fear oozing from her voice.
"Does this help?" He replied as he raised his hand and clicked his fingers. As he did this all of the patreons screamed as their mouth opened and different colours of smoke were ejected from their bodies and vanished.
"I am sorry Amancia. You deserve better than this but i must keep you safe." He pressed his fingers to my forehead and everything went black.
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The Tales Of An Fallen Archangel
Viễn tưởngAn Archangel goes to a school to investigate the disappearance of many of his younger angel brethren but finds more than he expected. Extreme violence.
