End of Days

Ami

Key Three: Ami:

The news about the family in Manchester disturbed Ami. How could a man do that to his own family? She rested her hands on her stomach. This happened in another country but it still filled her with dread.

"It's already starting," Bookman said. The girl jerked her head upwards. Bookman stood in the doorway of her bedroom. Ami rolled her eyes.

"Don't do that," she complained. "It's creepy. When did you even get up here?" Bookman took a drag of his cigarette. Ami wrinkled her nose.

"Could you please not do that?" she asked. "I'm pregnant. That's not good for the baby." He glanced up at her. She frowned back at him.

"What were you talking about earlier?" she asked.

"Hm?" he asked.

"What were you talking about?" Ami asked again. "What's already starting?" Bookman flicked out his cigarette.

"The End of Days," he said. She tilted her head.

"Huh?" the mother-to-be asked.

"The world is ending, girl," Bookman said. "Man in Manchester is the first sign."

"What are you talking about? How can you be so sure? He could've just snapped from work and took it out on his family."

"And how are you sure of that?"

Ami kind of shrugged. "It happens."

"Not in this case."

"What are you saying?"

Bookman had a serious look on his face. "Demonic possession." The mother-to-be gave him a strange look.

"You can't be serious," she said. "Come on! There's no such thing." The old angel gave her a disapproving look.

"You do know what Lavi and I are, right?" he asked.

"Yeah..." Ami said.

"And you believe that angels are real, right?" the older angel asked.

"I do now," she said. Bookman took another drag.

"So why would demons sound odd to you?" he asked. Ami shrugged and shook her head.

"I don't know," she said. "I don't want to think about it." The mother-to-be grabbed the sides of her head.

"You don't have that luxury anymore," Bookman said. She stared at him with big eyes.

"What do you mean?" Ami asked. He pointed to her belly.

"You have an abomination," the old angel said. "That child will doom us all." She backed into her bed.

"What?!" she asked. Her eyes widened with shock. Bookman took out the butt of his cigarette and snubbed it out.

"I'm sorry to tell you this," he said. "But you have to know the truth. Do you know what you have?"

"Yes," Ami said. "It's my child. It's Lavi's child."

"No!" the older angel roared. His voice shook the room. Ami stared at him. Bookman took a breath.

"He will not think of this child as his own," he said. "And neither will you. Your child is an abomination to this world. It will lead to the ruin of humanity." Ami covered her ears.

"No! No!" she cried. She sank to the floor with tears in her eyes.

"Old man!" someone yelled from the hall. Bookman turned his head. Lavi stood behind him with an angry look on his face. Bookman showed no emotion.

"What are you doing?!" Lavi asked. "You're upsetting her!" The older angel turned his body towards him.

"I only told her the truth," he said. "Did you really think that she wouldn't find any of this out?" Lavi gritted his teeth.

"Old man!" he shouted. He stormed past Bookman and walked into the room. The older angel frowned.

"You can't hide from the truth," he said. "You are both going to see it. It's already started." Lavi turned his head. The color drained from his face.

"You can't mean..." he said. The door closed behind him. Lavi turned to the mother of his child. Ami looked up at him with worried eyes.

"Is it true?" she asked.

"What?" Lavi asked, blinking.

"Is this child evil?" the girl asked. "Tell me the truth." The angel lowered his eye. He pulled her to his chest. Ami pushed him off.

"No!" she shouted.

"Ami..." the angel said. The mother-to-be looked up at him, shaking her head with tears in her eyes.

"No!" she shouted again. "Just... stay away from me!" Her words ached right in his chest.

"Ami, please..." Lavi said.

"Get out!" she cried. "Just get out!"

"Ami..."

"Get out!"

Lavi opened his mouth but nothing came out. He sighed and pushed himself to his feet. Ami glared as he walked out of her room. He closed the door behind him. The mother-to-be broke down crying.

Lavi made his way back to the hall. Bookman stood, watching him. His student whipped his head around, glaring.

"Why did you do that?" he asked.

"She had to know the truth," the older angel said.

"She's already been through enough!"

"And she will go through more."

Lavi gritted his teeth. It hurt that Bookman was right. He sat down on the floor like a spoiled child. The angel clicked his tongue. His mentor lit up his cigarette.