Angels Blade

Chapter 11

Damn these white halls with these damn white walls. Damn these tile floors and these marble columns. Damn this whole damn building. I've been walking for hours and I haven't found anything remotely close to an exit. It hadn't taken me long to get out of that tiny room Ava and Riley had locked me in. Here's something you probably didn't know: Needle daggers are great for picking locks. Still that didn't seem to matter anymore because even though I managed to get out of that room it was going to be impossible to leave the building.

I turned the corner and passed a group of lower rank angels. They stopped and stared at me while cowering against the wall but made no motion to stop me. The first couple people I had met had been confused as to why there was a human hear and had tried to stop me. That didn't end well for them. Now I had my black wings out and the sight of them seemed to scare people off because now it didn't matter how many people saw me, no one dared come close.

I turned another corner and this time the hall split into two corridors each with gold lined archways. I took the one on the left and came to a golden doorway. It was a remarkably large and grande entrance with regal and intricate designs decorated the border. I pushed open the door and slowly stepped into a large oval room with a domed ceiling and, here's the weird part, no walls. Where walls should have been were instead just open space sky. Without even glancing around the room I immediately walked over to the open sky and looked down. Upon doing so all hope for escape was immediately lost as I saw a thick sheet a clouds below me and in front of me I could see the curve of the earth where day turned to night. I looked over my shoulder at my black wings. They had slowly become grander over time but were still rather scrawny and were missing patches of feathers. Even if I knew how to fly I didn't think I would get far with these chicken wings.

I let out a huge sigh and sank to the floor, leaning over the edge of the world as I allowed my feet to dangle over the clouds. As I sighed I heard a small noise similar to a laugh and turned around. At the far edge of the room was a modestly big silver throne on which sat a wrinkled man. The man reminded me bit of Maddy in a way. He was old small and wrinkled with a balding head and a thick beard of silver whiskers. He wore a long grey robe which was wrapped around his front by a golden cord yet despite his elderly appearance he did not give off the impression of someone frail and instead appeared both strong and intimidating. The old man was staring at me with these deep blue eyes that were so dark and clouded that I could've sworn that those small orbs carried within them the weight of the world.

The man motioned for me to come forward with one hand and I did so without questioning him. When I got closer I noticed something truly ghastly that had gone unnoticed previously. This man had no legs. His robe did a good job of covering up their absence but it was apparent that they weren't there.

The throne was seated at the top of a series of step and I stopped at the bottom step. He motioned for me to come closer but I shook my head and instead sat down on the floor in front of the bottom step. My wings spread out behind me as I rested my hands in my lap and looked up at him warily.

"You don't have to be scared." He said with a sigh. His voice was off putting for it sounded like it belonged to a man half his age and seemed to echo throughout the room as if it was coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I don't know you." Was all I could think to say as my tongue felt tied in front of the man. It was insane how much distrust I felt towards this stranger while at the same time I respected him tremendously.

"That may be true but I know who you are."

"Speak your case."

"You are the rumoured Angel of Death, am I right?"