“Sure you are.” I said to this angel very sarcastically. This probably wasn’t the best thing but I was sick of the lies told to me.
“Be careful on what you say” said Rick
“No it is okay. I understand why you do not want to believe, I am not Gabriel but I disguised myself as him so you would understand. I pretend to be my brother when I met your mom, when you saw me, and in the dream.” said the archangel
“Why would I not understand?” I inquired
“Because some Idiot made a story that I am not allowed to have children so if people knew you would be thought of as a unallowed child and killed.”
“Okay but why tell me now?”
“Rick, can I talk to him alone?”
“Of course.” said Rick, then he walked out the door.
“Michael. I am telling you now because you are angry and you have a gift that I thought was impossible for a mortal to have.”
“You mean this.” I said. Then I made a finger gun and shot a random cup on a table. It flew into a wall and got stuck.
“Yes, do you know what that is?”
“No.”
“It is the power of me.”
“Okay, so what is that?”
“It is light. Kinda like holy water, it hurts the enemy but not the good guys. If that makes sense.”
“So it hurts evil but doesn't affect good?” I was confused
“Exactly.”
“So is that the only reason you are here?”
“No I am here to tell you that the other object needed is the ring of Solomon.”
“The ring that controls spirits? Will it control Abaddon?” I asked now extremely intrigued in what he had to say.
“Yes that ring. But, no, you cannot control him with it. You can kill him with it though.”
“I can?”
“Yes if you are wearing the ring and hurt Abaddon, he cannot he heal from it.”
“So can you give it to me?”
“No.”
“Why not?” I sounded like a little kid not getting what he didn’t get what he wanted.
“Because no angel can touch it.”
“Can you tell me where it is?”
“Nope, but when you get the sword, it will lead you to it.”
“Okay, is there anything else you want to tell me?”
“No, except I have a surprise for you after the funeral.” He winked then vanished.
“Well thanks, Dad.” I said sarcastically to myself. I walk to my cabin in silence thinking about my new life. The changes that have happened. From being a nobody to a hero who failed his mission. I got changed into a pair of dark denim skinny jeans (I hated them) and a brand new silver shirt. I walked to the lake where everyone was waiting for the funeral to start. There were pictures of George everywhere and on the shore of the lake was an urn sitting on a high table. On one side next to the urn was a oak podium, one the other were George’s swords.
YOU ARE READING
The ending to peace.
Teen FictionThere are many mysteries of the old testament. Such as the monsters, sorcerers, and magic, existing. Most people think they were just figure of speeches, but they were very wrong. The only thing protecting the mortals, were half-humans, half- Angels...
