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Chapter 21.5 ~ Matthew route (Uzaeriel) ~ Sometimes a prayer will do

Despite it was late, Erik did not return home at Saturday night when he was done at the club. Ezequiel still had not returned or answered any of his messages and he was really starting to worry. He left work earlier, keeping it in the safe hands of his staff. He parked his car in a parking lot and found himself in front of two heavy wooden doors from a church. ''I hope you allow me in your house, God.'' Erik whispered under his breath and entered. Hoping that [___] was right about how to contact him. Ezequiel being a Half Angel he hoped that being in a church would somehow help. He had visited churches before for sightseeing always finding it funny how a Demon, a Succubus of all races was able to enter and leave as he pleased. He found the church to be as good as empty. Not surprised it being this hour. Only an elderly priest was present tending to some candles. The priest looked at Erik, greeting and welcoming him. ''Welcome son, in God's house. What brings you here.'' he asked. ''I worry for a friend. I was hoping a prayer would hopefully bring him strength or guidence.'' Erik answered. ''Then you have come to the right place.'' The priest said. Erik cast him a smile and walked closer towards the altar. Never had he prayed before in a church. Not in this fashion anyway. He remembered what I said and took a deep breath before folding his hands and spoke the prayer in his softest of whispers. ''Angel of Heaven. I pray to you in my hour of need. I worry for the one that carries the name Ezequiel. I hope this prayer reaches his ears. I hope that he is alright. He hides his pain well but he looks so lonely. Tell him that... he is not alone. He works hard to help others but hopefully he does not forget himself with this either. And God If it is not to much to ask of a Demon... look after Ezequiel for me and his sister. May she recognise him again soon. In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen.'' he took a deep breath and waited for a moment. A thump made him look backwards though where he saw a figure wearing a black hood on the ground with what seemed to be bloody wings. The priest still present, dropped his metal candle lighter and backed off against a wall. ''Holy Mary....'' the priest muttered. The figure tried to get up but seemed to injured to do so. Erik stood up, cautiously and approached only realizing soon that the figure was none other than Ezequiel. ''Ezequiel!'' Erik called and hurried towards him. Erik carefully turned the Angel on his side, noticing that other than being covered in blood he hoped did not all belonged to him, that there were plants tightly in his fist. ''Who did this to you..'' Erik asked. ''Angry souls...'' Ezequiel admitted. ''Angry souls?'' Erik asked in disbelief and helped Ezequiel on his feet. ''Clearly you've never been to purgatory.'' Erik got back as a reply. The priest witnessed the scene briefly not sure what was happening or what he should do and looked at the door where he wanted to go towards but with a wave of his free hand Ezequiel bolted the door. ''I apologize priest... but the rules forbid I let you walk out of here after seeing me. Can you sanctify water?'' Ezequiel asked and the priest nodded. ''Could you please get some of it and a spare piece of cloth?'' The priest nodded to the request and clumsily got to work. ''Purgatory? How and why?'' Erik asked and let Ezequiel sit down on one of the benches. ''Why, because I needed this for the ritual...'' Ezequiel replied and placed the plants he had in his hand next to him. ''But Purgatory is the home of dead Demons and Warlocks... I did not think anyone alive could go in or out.'' Erik said. ''Well, I am a descendant from an Angel of Death. I can go in and out as I please. And with so many of the souls there having died directly or indirectly by the hands of the Demonlord, they are bound to be angry. Others are confused and do not know they are dead yet but still want to cling to sources of life.'' ''So they came after you.'' Erik said and Ezequiel nodded. ''At the least I have everything I need. I should be able to perform the ritual in a day or two. I need to rest up first. Getting this Spirit Sage took me longer than I thought. The Angel who put Mika under the spell might interfere with me and I need to be strong enough to take the Angel on if I have to...'' he was however interrupted by Erik. ''Ezequiel... my brothers and I can fight the Angel would it be necessary. How can you do a ritual and fight at the same time to begin with anyway. Leave the fighting to my brothers and me...'' he sighed. ''You and your brothers never fought an Angel before. It will be difficult and dangerous.'' Ezequiel noted making Erik scoff. ''And going to purgatory was a walk in the park? I was worried you know? At the least you could have told me where you were headed... I even could have went along. '' ''Was not going to happen. I know your lineage Erik. I was chased for being an essence of life. Imagine what they would do to one of the sons from the Demonlord.'' Ezequiel replied. ''Still, at the least you would not have been alone.'' Erik said.