Army of Sin - Season 2 - The Gathering

Episode XX - Execution Order

Fredial opened his eyes to find himself in a room awash in the purest white light as far as the eye could see. Seated across from him were three Archangels in huge throne-like chairs with gold trimming. Each Archangel wore a gold band with a black line running through the centre; an elegant touch against the black tunics they wore. He was unsure if he would ever get used to it – the raw pulse of power that was an Archangel; composed and regal mixed in with lightning quick speed and power. He eagerly awaited the day he became an Archangel, a six-winged being charged with protecting an aspect of Creation. Right now however, the reason behind his summons was nothing close to good.

“Good day Archangels,” he greeted, head bowed as he knelt.

“Greetings young one,” the most senior Archangel greeted, “You know why you have been called to this room, yes?”

“Yes, Archangel Gabriel.”

“Come, come, stand Fredial,” the Archangels to the furthest left spoke.

“Show me,” the most muscular of the three spoke – the Archangel Davial.

Unbuttoning his golden trimmed white tunic, Fredial spread the material to expose the angry brand of a ‘G’ just over his sternum.

The Archangel to the centre heaved a sigh, her silver eyes boring into the younger angel standing before the execution council. Oh, brother how I miss thee, she thought to herself, knowing that Michael was more than equipped to make the necessary decision.

“Can you do what is required of you?”

Fredial’s voice cracked even as he did his best to hold her gaze, “Yes Archangel.”

The Archangel to the left of Gabriel came to his feet in a fluid motion as he crossed over to where the younger angel’s face caved. Still in his seat, the Archangel Davial folded his arms even as his eyes softened. We should relieve him of that obligation.

You would deny him the opportunity to prove himself? We should trust his judgement.

As you wish, Davial replied, in turn trusting the judgement of one of the most senior beings.

“You can do this yes?” Cama’el asked, his arms holding the younger Angel by the shoulders. Not waiting for a response, he turned and returned to his seat.

“If you encounter any difficulties, you will request assistance. Is that clear?” Davial asked.

“Yes Archangel,” Fredial replied, drawing a long blade of crackling light out of thin air; once more stoic in demeanour.

“Go,” Gabriel waved her hand, breaking the summons as Fredial returned to his physical body, “Not even a Power yet and already called upon for an execution order,” Gabriel murmured before also returning to her physical body.

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Gigi wrung her hands in a small towel as she turned away from the sink; the sound of gusting wind reaching her ears. Her spine tensed as she caught the look in the Angel’s eyes. His wings were spread as he crouched atop thin railing, a blank look on his face. Jerking his head upward, he lept backwards off the railing before shooting upwards in one beat of his wings.

Salim cursed beneath his breath as the windows rattled, “Is the rain coming hayati?”

“No,” Gigi replied as she picked up their sleeping son, stopping long enough for a toe-curling kiss. The tightness in her chest eased slightly as her other half started at her with a deep, low-lidded stare of hunger.