Action Angels 소설 & 이야기

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

Just them, manipulating everyone and everything just the way they want it all to be. He pulled me closer. 'You want a God, Casey? Well then, they're your gods. Them. The Angels. And they're the only gods this world has ever had.'

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

Two angels stood at the silver edge of a heavenly cloud staring down at the mortal world down below. Their faces were clouded with remorse. Their gazes focused on a group gangly teenagers, each in a separate part of the globe. They all differed in races and ages but somehow were connected to each other even with the distance between them. "It's starting soon..." a husky male voice said. His voice vibrated like a thousand drums and echoed through the emptiness of the sky. He was the angel Michael. He was an angel of nature and temperance.

- I say “We’re here” - she squeezes my hand. We pay the van driver and we walk to the door. “Hi, Angel” - I say placing a soft kiss on the cheek of the bouncer. “Hey Beth, just the two of you today?” - he asks “Stacey is calling her brother, he’s meeting us here” - I say “Haven’t seen him yet” - he tells me and I smile. “Hi, Angel” - Stace says giving Angel a little hug.

It was just his thing. Angels also did dirty jobs. Ohh yes, in every good, there had to be a bad egg to spoil the crate but even the bad Angels never came here. Instead they sent their slaves - humans - or better still, if they had demon allies, they sent them to do their dirty works for them, because sending a human in here was only asking for death, their blood was intoxicating and they could be easily identified, demons and Angels could easily smell out a human.

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

"It's okay...he knows." I looked around at my surrounding. The chapel is very simple but what was interesting was the stained glass at the altar. There were angels but no cross or any image of God or Mother Mary. The angels looked so alive that they frightened me. I turned at the priest, who was watching me with curious eyes. "What do you think of our chapel, Samantha?" The priest gently smiled at me. "Strange..." I said automatically. "We have a different religion. We believe in God, but we also worship angels. We are what they call Angels Children. Our purpose was to serve the angels. We deliver their messages and act on their behalf if necessary."

Jeffery was silent for a while and then. "Bring him back to life and what? Introduce him to who you are? A ruthless mafia? A man who owns a network of people who speak and walk DEATH. What would you do to him? Talk to him about all beautiful butterflies and flowers just to shove the thorns of reality down his throat.

Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure. Maybe I'll call him Michael, it'll be my own secret name for him. I doubt we would meet again; just like Mabel said, he probably ended up in M&T's by accident, but I knew it'd take a while for his memory to leave my mind. If only... Nah, there's no way.