Death's Angel

Chapter 9

"What's….in that room?" Flynt asked.

"And why would you even go in there if don't know who's it is?" Annan looked at me frustrated.

"Why are you guys even walking around right now?"

"Because we can walk anywhere we can because we're bored. What we were really trying to do is find you and tell you that god issued another storm coming. Apparently, Death and Satan wanted another meeting. Do you want to hang out in my room?" Flynt asked.

"You have a TV and a smuggled ps4 from the earth. Of course! Besides your apartment is really neat and tidy." I say excitedly 

"Are you saying something about me?!" Annah sounded offended.

"No, I'm not. Look I don't care where we go because I love hanging out with you guys." I say as we slowly walk away from the door. As soon as they get ahead I walk with them. I look behind me at the door. Where is the Angel that the room belongs to? 

  Later that night when everyone is asleep except for me. It just started raining on earth and the clouds are dark. I hear the meeting going on.

"Will you please just give me back what's mine? You know I hate begging but I really want it back." I hear a cold and deep voice that gives me chills.

"God, you're really being a dick towards someone who's been trying to persuade me into thinking you're a good guy." I hear the raspy deep voice.

"Well, it's finders, keepers, losers, weepers. You know the rules." God says annoyingly.

  I hear a slam of a first on the desk that makes a thundering sound.

"WILL YOU STOP ACTING LIKE A CHILDISH DICK FOR ONCE AND STOP STEALING SOULS THAT DON'T BELONG TO YOU." 

"Calm down Death, you don't want to wake up the angels." The raspy voice says in a hushed voice. Death breathes in then breathed out.

"Can you stop being a childish dick? This is why my mother hated you. We're already at war. I'm letting you know now, this is the last plea for what I want that's rightful mine. Are you really going to war and put your angels in danger?" Death is trying is best to hold back his anger.

"Remember who created you Death. I can easily take you out of existence. I can also take your powers away too. You're such an ugly abomination that your parents left you for de-" 

    I hear something get knocked over and punching sounds. The thunder starts rolling in stronger with each punch. I hear shuffling around and the angel guards. I hear Death huffing.

"You have no power over me you piece of shit." I hear him spit. "Not so fucking perfect. I don't need to put fear and rules into my people for them to love me. Nor do I care if they do. You're such an insecure God. If only the angels knew what a true monster you are for abusing his own powers and people. You've made a lot of innocent people feel like shit. When I get what is rightfully mine and my dad's stuff back...I'll make sure you suffer what you did."

"You shouldn't have fucked with what Death loves." 

   Then I hear the guards escort the 2 Gods out of heaven. I slowly fall asleep. I have the strangest dream again. This time I'm lying next to death looking into his and he's looking back. I'm in a big room that's full of black decorations. The room is really fit for a king. It's loaded with everything. I feel like this would be a castle on the outside. There's a balcony right next to the bed. The doors are open with a warm breeze coming through. The moon is shining on us. I notice I'm wearing a black silk dress. He's wearing a grey tank top and sweat pants.
   He's starting to touch my lips softly. I start feeling things I've never felt before. Like a weird sensation throughout my body. I feel my face heat up then I sit up in a defensive manner. 

"What are you doing?!" I felt so vulnerable. He chuckles.

"You're just so gorgeous sometimes I can't help but touch."

   My face heats up even more and my heartbeats faster. I feel so excited and angry that this is all a dream. Then I have a sudden urge to hug him. I hugged him tightly and nuzzled his chest and bury my head into his chest. He runs his hand through my hair. I love how he smells too.
   I look up at him and he dozes off. I notice he's wearing a golden earring. I run my hand through his hair. It's so soft. I can't get attached to him. If god found out I was having these dreams he would rip my Angel wings off. I rub his sigil. I knew I remembered this sigil from somewhere. I hold his hand. 
   He's that cute little boy in those paintings and photos. I wonder why that room is there. I was so lost in thought I didn't realize I felt liquid on his hand. I look at our hands and it's mixed with golden and black liquid. The sun slowly rises then I wake up. Was that all….really just a Dream?