"What..?" I whispered.
In dismay, I starred at the eyes that were cold and serious. The beautiful angel opened her mouth again. A serene voice did not come from her lips. She screamed. "You filthy angels are not the angels that belong in heaven! Join the demons in hell!"
Taking a long breath, she rose up into the air and spread her hands out. Beginning to stare directly at me, fear resonated in my chest. Slowly, a white blinding light formed a large ball in her hands. It shifted into a shape of a bow, and an arrow appeared in her other hand.
Anne dashed right into me, pushing me off my balance. What is happening? Were we not going to enter the Light?
"Damn you, Jandove! Diminish from the sights of all angels at once! You filthy d..."
I was only able to hear half of her sentence before my consciousness faded...
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Note: As it may appear so, any connections of this story to any other story is complete coincidence. Any reference or appearance of promotion of religion is not intended.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.