Three Ghosts for Anastasia (Angels & Grim Reapers BOOK I)

Chapter 14: Birthday at the Ghost Club

Anastasia

I curled my feet under the blanket and looked at the sitting man across me; Marco had sat at the chair of my desk and he was holding his scythe, in the form of his key strap.

We returned from the university with my ghosts exhausted and me with the curiosity of Feith's existence. I couldn't comprehend the existence of something else with so much power, apart from Death Inc.

"So, when are you going to talk? We need some answers! Answers Marco!" Perseus snarled and Kachina with Haimei quickly closed his mouth.

Marco glared at them; he was concerned after all; well, it wouldn't mind to distract him a little. I took my pillow and aimed for his head and I watched it as it gloriously hit his black hood, pulling it down, revealing his black hair.

"Anastasia, do you have a death wish?"

"Ehm...no." and I smiled innocently.

He put his palm on his jaw and stared at me for a while.

"So?"

"So?"

"Don't play dump Marco."

He grinned and closed his eyes.

"There are four Divisions; From the First, to the Fourth, the sequence is the following; Protectors, Gladiators, Healers, and Inspectors. Each one works as the name implies in order to secure the lives of the mortals; they gain their power through the light in the hearts of the people, the ultimate holy beings." Marco said seriously and I tried to imprint the information.

"Ok, so Feith is one of the Inspectors; for what reason is he inspecting me?"

"To determinate if you are good or bad."

I found it hilarious; ok I had broken Mom's vase and almost burnt my father's notes when I was small, but that didn't make me evil. I looked at Kachina; she was thinking too Marco's words but Haimei was looking at Persea.

"Marco who are they? All these Divisions you are referring to?" Perseus asked and I looked at the Grim Reaper.

He looked sad, and his breathing became heavy. The key strap shined a little and for a moment the temperature fell drastically. Marco glared at my ghosts and then he looked back at me.

I held my hands and rubbed my feet; even with the blanket I was feeling cold, but Marco's sad eyes were making me even more worried. I locked my eyes on him and we stared at each other for a while.

"Angels..."

"WHAT?" the spirits said with one voice and I jumped from my bed.

"Tell me you are joking Marco!"

"No...they are angels." He repeated with no emotion.

"But I thought that angels had wings, halos, and such! Every civilization has at least one image of a flying being! But Feith didn't have anything...you know...holy in him."

"Because he is an Inspector; the Fourth and lowest Division; they decide if the mortal is good or bad and then it's the role of the Protectors."

"The Protectors...you mean like guardian angels?"

Marco laughed out loud but it was not from happiness.

"Yes, something like that..."

I got up and slowly stepped towards him. Marco looked at me and I sighed.

"If Feith is an Inspector, he can't do anything to me right?"

"Unless he wants the wrath of Death Inc. descent upon him. Since you discovered that your file was stolen from them, I will inform the Headquarters."