The Devil's Call.

Chapter 25 | Cloud

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Chapter 25 | Cloud

"Tell me one more time why I can't go down to hell and beat Cronas' ass?" I growled.

"Cloud," Abaddon sighed most likely tired from explaining over and over, "You cannot because one, you don't have a body. It's in the Abyss, and because he will only be sent to the Abyss in which he will most likely easily get out."

"Why can't we just get my body?" I groaned.

Azul stretched her hand over to cover mine, "Daughter it's not that simple. The very fact that you weren't caught in there is troubling in it's own accord. The guard of the Abyss is a fallen with a deep grudge, and to get your body you'd need to have Enirr's permission."

"Who is Enirr?" I was confused.

She sighed, "The one and only Grim Reaper. Enirr was once the angel of balance. He guarded over the souls of bodies that perished, the place called the Abyss. Then he fell, and when he did he locked himself away into the Abyss. To rule over it in solitude. Very sad but, he still does his job affectively so Michael let him be."

"So I just need to ask him to give my body back?" I asked ignoring his details.

She glanced over at Abaddon who cleared his throat, "You would also need his scythe. That is the only weapon that would give Cronas what he deserves."

"Which is?" I pressed.

Her eyes watched me carefully, "That weapon is the only one that sends a soul into a state of rebirth, and against an angel it is the only weapon that can completely erase their existence."

My mouth must have fell open, and if I had a heart I know it would have stopped.

Such as weapon...How could such a thing even exist? Or better yet, why allow a fallen angel to wield such a weapon? My gut curled and something told me I was missing a key part of this whole story.

Something was wrong.

"How do we get it then?" I asked quietly.

Azul glanced over at Abaddon who then spoke, "You need to die."

I blinked at him a laugh bubbling up and out of my throat, "That's really funny."

However, they didn't seem to share my laughter and soon mine died out, "Why? When is enough enough? When do I finally get to rest and just be with my family? Every time I get over an obstacle the conquences just get fucking worse! I'm tired of it, I'm so fucking tired."

Azul grabbed me, hugging me close, "I'm sorry daughter. This is all my fault. I'm sorry."

I wish I could cry, I wish I could fucking sob my eyes out and let myself sink into a state of depression. However, I wasn't even allowed that. It seemed I wasn't allowed anything, only a constant state of suffering.

But, that seemed to only fuel me.

I wanted to make a future where my children didn't do the same.

"Fine. What do I do?" I sighed.

Azul smiled at me, leaning closely then, in a blur of silver something hard and cold was slammed through my chest. My mouth fell open and I gasped quietly. Pain riveted through my body like a burning cold river. I stumbled, my hands grabbing onto Azul's shoulders as I looked down.

"You have to die," Azul said softly, her hands holding onto the dagger that had just ran me through.

I didn't have enough time to even look back up at her before the glory which had been keeping me alive, now dissolved into nothing. And then, at the hands of my mother, I died.