The Devil's Heir 9 (An Archangel's Dreams)
A dream that revealed something in the past... a shocking revelation... a small doubt....
I'm sorry for taking such a long time. my semesters were on, plus I was doing a project too. i dropped it for the 5 novels I'm writing now. thanks for the patience.
9. AN ARCHANGEL'S DREAMS:
Rihette shook Evan's shoulder roughly, "Wake up! Please Evan..."
He stirred a bit and then said in a ragged whisper, "Let them take me... I'll be fine." She nodded, all sorts of mad thoughts washing her. Evan allowed the ravens to open the door for him. Not waiting for Rihette, he slipped into the darkness, literally disappearing with it; a few ravens carrying his stuff upstairs. Rihette walked down the path leading to the palace like place. Her heart sank when she saw the devil talking to Evan. He was sitting with his hands in his lap. Rihette looked at the wall clock, it was almost seven, and she could go to sleep soon. Gulping down her fear, she brushed a hand over Evan's gelled hair and said, "I'll wait upstairs... see ya later."
Evan nodded and continued talking to his uncle- the devil. Rihette knew she had placed a contact charm on Evan. If anyone would touch him, she would automatically be next to him. It was one of the most practiced tricks she knew.
Rihette flumped into the couch in Evan's room. She wondered how Evan must have felt when she first met him; as an archangel and as the human. Thinking about that she fell asleep. Not knowing that her dreams were guided by her thoughts... or that a special someone had picked her up and bundled her in a soft blanket on the equally cozy bed.
Evan took one glance at the sleeping angel he had wanted to talk to, and folded his knees to fit in the couch as he too fell asleep.
Rihette saw herself riding a unicorn (unicorn...?) She could feel the rain, but there was no rain. Someone was talking to her, "Even I could have done that! Not like you were worth it or something... still, they should have called me...."
She saw herself saying, "What makes you think you of all angels can talk to me like that?"
The same person replied, "I have my reasons... you like it or not." Saying that he went away. She shrugged and continued riding into the rain. She reached a temple like place and jumped down. It was then that she noticed her more than odd attire- a knee length boot of some exotically soft material, a velvety black full sleeved dress which was nothing short of a military fancy dress. She felt the weight of an arrow carrier on her back. Clutching an arrows end, she pulled it out. Immediately a light but sizable bow materialized in her other hand. She held the bow straight and shot one single arrow towards a tree. Rihette was amazed to see herself shoot like that. She raced to the tree to see a baby angel chomping on an apple. Her arrow lay next to the baby. He was cute... she said instinctively, "How did you get that apple?"
Stuttering in babyish tones he said, "An angel shot it down for me..."
Laughing aloud she asked the baby, "What is your name?"
But the baby was no longer there, instead she found herself standing in the Reflection's end. A king sat there over a throne made of sand over a sea. She immediately knew who He was- The Creator. She bowed low and said after rising up, "I have finished my mission... do you have anything for me?"
"How are you today, angel of mortality..."
She heard the door open just then. The same man walked in. He looked excruciatingly familiar, black hair, extremely well built. That sharp nose, steady chin, handsome mandible.... Hey stop! She thought, you are in front of the Creator... leave him to imagination for later.
"Ah! There you are my son, you were able to overcome your ego... at last let me add. Now then my dear archangels... let me leave this to you both... listen to him... that is what I have for you."
Throwing a very spiteful look at the man, she bowed respectfully, "I'll do as you want me to... with whomever you want me to go with."
As they were leaving the place, the King yelled form his slowly sinking throne, "Hark! Kindly introduce yourselves before going on."
Rihette saw herself turn to the man, continuously noticing his features, which she hadn't thought of before. He said, "I'm the archangel of vitality, the leader of all archangels."
Rihette said a smile wishing to play on her lips but silenced by the hatred she felt for that man, "I too am an archangel and no one leads me..."
"I have no rule over you because you are the archangel of transience; the only one that has control over humanity and death; my only challenge."
She felt pride surge through her. So! She was the archangel of transience. She concentrated on the scene in front of her eyes once again, "What makes you say that?"
He laughed, perfect white teeth shone in the morning light. She felt like touching his cheek but held herself back. What was happening to her? Had she gone mad? No... she was probably falling in what humanity called love; for the first time. Who was this guy?
She saw herself see many scenes in a flashback slowly.
She was arguing with her partner- the archangel of vitality. He had longer hair, they were in some garden and a fair was going on... (Oh! The people could not see them). Next she saw them back-to-back fighting black smoky warriors- sadly familiar. She saw the same ground empty. There was lots of blood around them. It was their blood mingling in the mud with the broken arrows and pieces of strange metal weapons lying around. She gazed at the man she had fallen in love with. It couldn't have been any other person. Her heart skipped a beat as she walked closer to get a better look. The archangel sighed as he held the lifeless body of his partner. He placed a platinum sword over her body and saw the blood cover it fully, deeply, hungrily. Rihette looked on wide eyed... as she saw him bring her back from eminent death by using his powers. She saw them stand before the same God and swear to do all they could to abolish the name of the Devil who had the power to...
"Rihette! Rihette?" Evan was yelling his head out. Rihette heaved a sigh and said with her eyes closed, "What's the matter with you? I was having such a nice dream...." She bolted out of bed the next second and whispered as if shaken to the core, "It was you, wasn't it? You were my partner... remember? The angel of vitality?"
9. AN ARCHANGEL'S DREAMS:
Rihette shook Evan's shoulder roughly, "Wake up! Please Evan..."
He stirred a bit and then said in a ragged whisper, "Let them take me... I'll be fine." She nodded, all sorts of mad thoughts washing her. Evan allowed the ravens to open the door for him. Not waiting for Rihette, he slipped into the darkness, literally disappearing with it; a few ravens carrying his stuff upstairs. Rihette walked down the path leading to the palace like place. Her heart sank when she saw the devil talking to Evan. He was sitting with his hands in his lap. Rihette looked at the wall clock, it was almost seven, and she could go to sleep soon. Gulping down her fear, she brushed a hand over Evan's gelled hair and said, "I'll wait upstairs... see ya later."
Evan nodded and continued talking to his uncle- the devil. Rihette knew she had placed a contact charm on Evan. If anyone would touch him, she would automatically be next to him. It was one of the most practiced tricks she knew.
Rihette flumped into the couch in Evan's room. She wondered how Evan must have felt when she first met him; as an archangel and as the human. Thinking about that she fell asleep. Not knowing that her dreams were guided by her thoughts... or that a special someone had picked her up and bundled her in a soft blanket on the equally cozy bed.
Evan took one glance at the sleeping angel he had wanted to talk to, and folded his knees to fit in the couch as he too fell asleep.
Rihette saw herself riding a unicorn (unicorn...?) She could feel the rain, but there was no rain. Someone was talking to her, "Even I could have done that! Not like you were worth it or something... still, they should have called me...."
She saw herself saying, "What makes you think you of all angels can talk to me like that?"
The same person replied, "I have my reasons... you like it or not." Saying that he went away. She shrugged and continued riding into the rain. She reached a temple like place and jumped down. It was then that she noticed her more than odd attire- a knee length boot of some exotically soft material, a velvety black full sleeved dress which was nothing short of a military fancy dress. She felt the weight of an arrow carrier on her back. Clutching an arrows end, she pulled it out. Immediately a light but sizable bow materialized in her other hand. She held the bow straight and shot one single arrow towards a tree. Rihette was amazed to see herself shoot like that. She raced to the tree to see a baby angel chomping on an apple. Her arrow lay next to the baby. He was cute... she said instinctively, "How did you get that apple?"
Stuttering in babyish tones he said, "An angel shot it down for me..."
Laughing aloud she asked the baby, "What is your name?"
But the baby was no longer there, instead she found herself standing in the Reflection's end. A king sat there over a throne made of sand over a sea. She immediately knew who He was- The Creator. She bowed low and said after rising up, "I have finished my mission... do you have anything for me?"
"How are you today, angel of mortality..."
She heard the door open just then. The same man walked in. He looked excruciatingly familiar, black hair, extremely well built. That sharp nose, steady chin, handsome mandible.... Hey stop! She thought, you are in front of the Creator... leave him to imagination for later.
"Ah! There you are my son, you were able to overcome your ego... at last let me add. Now then my dear archangels... let me leave this to you both... listen to him... that is what I have for you."
Throwing a very spiteful look at the man, she bowed respectfully, "I'll do as you want me to... with whomever you want me to go with."
As they were leaving the place, the King yelled form his slowly sinking throne, "Hark! Kindly introduce yourselves before going on."
Rihette saw herself turn to the man, continuously noticing his features, which she hadn't thought of before. He said, "I'm the archangel of vitality, the leader of all archangels."
Rihette said a smile wishing to play on her lips but silenced by the hatred she felt for that man, "I too am an archangel and no one leads me..."
"I have no rule over you because you are the archangel of transience; the only one that has control over humanity and death; my only challenge."
She felt pride surge through her. So! She was the archangel of transience. She concentrated on the scene in front of her eyes once again, "What makes you say that?"
He laughed, perfect white teeth shone in the morning light. She felt like touching his cheek but held herself back. What was happening to her? Had she gone mad? No... she was probably falling in what humanity called love; for the first time. Who was this guy?
She saw herself see many scenes in a flashback slowly.
She was arguing with her partner- the archangel of vitality. He had longer hair, they were in some garden and a fair was going on... (Oh! The people could not see them). Next she saw them back-to-back fighting black smoky warriors- sadly familiar. She saw the same ground empty. There was lots of blood around them. It was their blood mingling in the mud with the broken arrows and pieces of strange metal weapons lying around. She gazed at the man she had fallen in love with. It couldn't have been any other person. Her heart skipped a beat as she walked closer to get a better look. The archangel sighed as he held the lifeless body of his partner. He placed a platinum sword over her body and saw the blood cover it fully, deeply, hungrily. Rihette looked on wide eyed... as she saw him bring her back from eminent death by using his powers. She saw them stand before the same God and swear to do all they could to abolish the name of the Devil who had the power to...
"Rihette! Rihette?" Evan was yelling his head out. Rihette heaved a sigh and said with her eyes closed, "What's the matter with you? I was having such a nice dream...." She bolted out of bed the next second and whispered as if shaken to the core, "It was you, wasn't it? You were my partner... remember? The angel of vitality?"
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