End of Days

Visions

Key One: Visions:

Two more months to go. Lavi could feel it. How long until Ami was due?

Lately, things haven't been going so well for him. The angel didn't feel too easy. He could bring himself to look at his pregnant girlfriend. She already knew the truth now.

"My child is half-angel?" she asked. Lavi sighed.

"Yes," he said. It hurt for him to admit that. The desperate look on her face didn't make it any better. Ami was rubbing on her belly.

"Am I going to die?" she asked. Lavi lifted his head.

"What?" he asked. Ami narrowed her eyes at him.

"Am I going to die or not?" she asked. "For once in your life, tell me the truth!" Lavi clenched his fists at his sides. He gritted his teeth.

"I don't know!" he said. "It might happen!"

"Might?!"

"You could die or you could go insane!"

Ami's eyes shot wide. "Are you serious?!"

Lavi lowered his head. "I wished I wasn't." He couldn't remember how the rest of the conversation went. There was a whole lot of screaming. Ami was angry, that was for sure. She probably hated him now.

"How could you do this to me?! You ruined my life!" she yelled. What could he say? The angel did in a way ruin her life. He ruined everyone's lives with this.

"What should do, old man?" Lavi asked.

"There isn't much you can you," Bookman pointed out. There was no scorn in his voice, though. It sounded more like pity. Lavi looked up at him.

"You can't be serious," he said.

"I'm so sorry," Bookman said. The younger angel shook his head. This wasn't happening. But he knew it was. His stomach turned at the thought.

Two more months. And then what? This child was going to go away to a loving family. And then what? Would he be allowed to go back to Heaven? Was he going to be put on trial? Would he turn fallen? And what about Ami? Which would be worse- death or madness?

Lavi grabbed the sides of his head. He wanted to scream but no sound came out. He could hear Stacy making sounds of pity at him.

The angel gritted his teeth.

"Shut up! I don't need your sympathy!" Lavi turned to see no one there. His body trembled.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Tears welled up in his eyes.

The nights were so much worse. Lavi doesn't sleep anymore. He doesn't want to. They will taunt him there too. The visions of the end are ruthless. He knew that he's already doomed them both. This child would be the symbol of their destruction.

But that wasn't the only thing, was it?

This child will bring more ruin to the world. He's seen it. A young man clad in silver with his sword drawn. He had to be about twenty years old. He ran forward with a silent battle cry. The young man always ran through Lavi like an apparition. The angel turned his head for a look.

A young man stood in gold. He too had his sword drawn. The man in silver leapt up with his sword in the air. The man in gold blocked it with his blade. The clank and bright lights seemed to erase the bamboo forest around them. Lavi shielded his eyes.

The visions grew worse from there.

Japan was already dead. The rest of Asia would follow. Smoke, fire, and plague. Countless number of deaths. More coming to die. Each country would die one by one.

He stood in the middle of a dying world.

"Hello?"

No answer. His stomach dropped. Cold prickles ran up his skin. The smell of death made him reel. He feel to his knees, vomiting. Tears filled his eyes.

Then came the wails. Soft like a crying baby at first. Lavi opened his eyes. He looked around. Pitch black surrounded him. Wailing slowly got louder. The angel covered his ears. The sounds grew louder in his head.

"Stop it! Stop it please!"

Heat prickled at his skin. He felt his throat closing up. Lavi felt like throwing up again. He could feel claws scraping down his back. Lavi froze with his eyes wide. A hot breath touched his ear. He wanted to turn around but his body wouldn't allow him.

Four words floated through his ear, leaning him chilled even after he would wake up.

"Your world is dead."

Lavi froze as he slowly shook his head.

No. This couldn't be right. The angel had to know the truth.

"Tell me the truth, Panda!" Lavi demanded the next morning. Bookman turned to him. The younger angel had a desperate look in his eyes.

"Are you sure you want to know the truth?" Bookman asked. Lavi slowly nodded. The angel sighed again.

"Yes," he said.

"What do you mean?" Lavi asked. Bookman looked away.

"That child will speed up the ruin of man," he said. Lavi slowly shook his head.

"No..." he said. Bookman patted him on the shoulder. The younger angel looked up at him as tears welled up in his eye.

"There has to be a way to stop this," he said. "This is my son!"

"No!" the older angel shouted. "He is not son! That child will bring ruin to us all! Do not get attached to it!"

"I will not let you kill him!" Lavi shouted. Bookman's grip tightened on his shoulder. The younger angel let out a loud gasp.

"Old man!" he cried. "You're hurting me!" Bookman finally let him go. He turned and walked out of the room.

"Old man!" Lavi yelled after him. The door closed after the older angel.

Meanwhile, Ami lay on his bed. They were fighting again. She didn't want to know what they were fighting about. The mother-to-be turned over onto her side and covered her head with her pillow. The baby kicked inside of her womb. She just wanted this child to be out as soon as possible. The girl shut her eyes as tight as she could.

"I just want my life back," she said to herself.

That doesn't look like that will happen any time soon. Or ever.