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Angel of Death
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Paranormal/Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,253
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited
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Angel of Death
Written by Raven of Darkness Shadows
One
Placing a hand against the glass of the window, he watched longingly at the loving family. He just wanted to be alive like them, just one more time. But no… Frowning, he stepped through the wall, the elderly man looking up at him immediately as his relatives quietly talked. The man whispered to his loved ones, “I love you… thank you…” As they began to cry, begging him to cling onto life, the boy walked forward, his fingers lingering over the man’s forehead. After a moment, he pulled the man’s soul of his shell, the now powerless body empty of the most important valuables. “I’m sorry,” the boy whispered to the man.
“If you apologized for every life you took,” the man said to him, getting his attention, “then you would be in much worse shape. I knew my time was near. Thank you… for letting me be with them…” And he faded away, off to see the Angel of Life about a rebirth. The youth looked down at the depressed family once more. Being the Angel of Death was so cruel. Making families like this one so sad when their loved ones pass on was so painful for him, and he hated it, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He left the room, flying off to the next house in the area that required his assistance. This time, though, tears came to his eyes. It was just a small child, being held in her mother’s arms as the woman wept, praying for her daughter’s health to return. The child was already so far gone, though, watching Leias as he came closer. The little girl whimpered, trying to hide in her mother’s embrace. “I’m so sorry,” Leias whispered, reaching forward, and releasing the girl’s soul. “I hope… that you will be reborn soon…”
It continued on and on like that for the rest of the night, and into the next day. He continued releasing them to see the Angel of Life until the Goddess allowed him a break, having her beloved take over for him. For his time off, Leias went to visit his grave.
There were flowers there, resting on the tombstone and all around it. When he was alive, he was a musician, still gaining popularity after his first concert. He never did have a third one. The Goddess’ beloved had chosen him as the new Angel of Death, and so for it to work he had to be dead. The murder was so sudden, though, so harsh and bloody. He never thought that he would be stabbed so many times, and as a result, he bled to death in the grass at the park.
It was the kind of death he would never even wish on his own enemies. He was all alone at the time. There was no one there to comfort him, to show him their love. He felt so alone during his last few moments, his tears mixing in with his blood. His body wasn’t found until the next day…
He ran his hand over the stone. It felt very cold under his touch. Kneeling down, he tried smelling the flowers. Their scent was such a sweet mixture. It reminded him… of being alive.
A couple hours passed before he left, and that was only because he had to get back to his duties. The painful cycle started again, and he continued to hate what he had to do, and that hatred was spreading through him, causing him to also hate himself.
Being the Angel of Death was definitely not the best job in the world. Once again, he had to see the tearful faces of loved ones. Once again, he had to snatch away the ill, the dying. Once again, he cursed the day that he had accepted the role of grim reaper…
***
Eventually, his “job” took him to a hospital, where he spooked many patients. This was the worst place ever for him. This is where some souls of the fallen remained, where some gathered. Many have died in buildings like this, and many were about to die in buildings like this one today.
He crept through the rooms, freeing the souls of the weakened, the ones that would never make a recovery. Afterwards, he went to the next hospital, and the next after that, and the next after that. The repetitiveness of it all was beginning to wear him out. Death… and more death… everywhere he turned. Some were relieved to see him; others cried out in fear.
Leias cried with them, too… All he could do for them was make it as painless as possible. A quick tug on the soul, and out they came. After the soul was free of the physical shell it was trapped in, they faded away to see the Angel of Life. Leias never even had time to comfort the victims before they left him, and their family.
As he was about to leave the fourth hospital, he sensed another near-death victim quickly coming his way. He looked down the hall to see a group of doctors and nurses rushing a patient to the ER. It looked like the boy couldn’t be more than eighteen years of age. Sighing sadly, Leias followed them, watching as they tried working on the teen. The young angel looked at the teen’s face, meeting his eyes. Those eyes stared back at him, almost too calmly. “I don’t want to kill you,” Leias whispered, getting even closer to the boy. There was something different about him, something… unique. Looking at the wounds, Leias noticed that this poor teen had been stabbed, and they looked to be rather serious. “If only I had her powers…” The room filled with noise as the doctors and nurses did what they could to try and save him, frantically using all the knowledge they had. “Please, Goddess… Don’t take this one. You can lengthen my sentence, just please don’t make me take him…”
Getting no reply, Leias looked down at him again, that still body… until it was jolted by electricity, their only trick left to get his heart working again. Reaching for the boy, he hesitated. He wanted to wait just a little bit longer. Just a little bit more…
… And the boy survived.
Written by Raven of Darkness Shadows
One
Placing a hand against the glass of the window, he watched longingly at the loving family. He just wanted to be alive like them, just one more time. But no… Frowning, he stepped through the wall, the elderly man looking up at him immediately as his relatives quietly talked. The man whispered to his loved ones, “I love you… thank you…” As they began to cry, begging him to cling onto life, the boy walked forward, his fingers lingering over the man’s forehead. After a moment, he pulled the man’s soul of his shell, the now powerless body empty of the most important valuables. “I’m sorry,” the boy whispered to the man.
“If you apologized for every life you took,” the man said to him, getting his attention, “then you would be in much worse shape. I knew my time was near. Thank you… for letting me be with them…” And he faded away, off to see the Angel of Life about a rebirth. The youth looked down at the depressed family once more. Being the Angel of Death was so cruel. Making families like this one so sad when their loved ones pass on was so painful for him, and he hated it, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He left the room, flying off to the next house in the area that required his assistance. This time, though, tears came to his eyes. It was just a small child, being held in her mother’s arms as the woman wept, praying for her daughter’s health to return. The child was already so far gone, though, watching Leias as he came closer. The little girl whimpered, trying to hide in her mother’s embrace. “I’m so sorry,” Leias whispered, reaching forward, and releasing the girl’s soul. “I hope… that you will be reborn soon…”
It continued on and on like that for the rest of the night, and into the next day. He continued releasing them to see the Angel of Life until the Goddess allowed him a break, having her beloved take over for him. For his time off, Leias went to visit his grave.
There were flowers there, resting on the tombstone and all around it. When he was alive, he was a musician, still gaining popularity after his first concert. He never did have a third one. The Goddess’ beloved had chosen him as the new Angel of Death, and so for it to work he had to be dead. The murder was so sudden, though, so harsh and bloody. He never thought that he would be stabbed so many times, and as a result, he bled to death in the grass at the park.
It was the kind of death he would never even wish on his own enemies. He was all alone at the time. There was no one there to comfort him, to show him their love. He felt so alone during his last few moments, his tears mixing in with his blood. His body wasn’t found until the next day…
He ran his hand over the stone. It felt very cold under his touch. Kneeling down, he tried smelling the flowers. Their scent was such a sweet mixture. It reminded him… of being alive.
A couple hours passed before he left, and that was only because he had to get back to his duties. The painful cycle started again, and he continued to hate what he had to do, and that hatred was spreading through him, causing him to also hate himself.
Being the Angel of Death was definitely not the best job in the world. Once again, he had to see the tearful faces of loved ones. Once again, he had to snatch away the ill, the dying. Once again, he cursed the day that he had accepted the role of grim reaper…
***
Eventually, his “job” took him to a hospital, where he spooked many patients. This was the worst place ever for him. This is where some souls of the fallen remained, where some gathered. Many have died in buildings like this, and many were about to die in buildings like this one today.
He crept through the rooms, freeing the souls of the weakened, the ones that would never make a recovery. Afterwards, he went to the next hospital, and the next after that, and the next after that. The repetitiveness of it all was beginning to wear him out. Death… and more death… everywhere he turned. Some were relieved to see him; others cried out in fear.
Leias cried with them, too… All he could do for them was make it as painless as possible. A quick tug on the soul, and out they came. After the soul was free of the physical shell it was trapped in, they faded away to see the Angel of Life. Leias never even had time to comfort the victims before they left him, and their family.
As he was about to leave the fourth hospital, he sensed another near-death victim quickly coming his way. He looked down the hall to see a group of doctors and nurses rushing a patient to the ER. It looked like the boy couldn’t be more than eighteen years of age. Sighing sadly, Leias followed them, watching as they tried working on the teen. The young angel looked at the teen’s face, meeting his eyes. Those eyes stared back at him, almost too calmly. “I don’t want to kill you,” Leias whispered, getting even closer to the boy. There was something different about him, something… unique. Looking at the wounds, Leias noticed that this poor teen had been stabbed, and they looked to be rather serious. “If only I had her powers…” The room filled with noise as the doctors and nurses did what they could to try and save him, frantically using all the knowledge they had. “Please, Goddess… Don’t take this one. You can lengthen my sentence, just please don’t make me take him…”
Getting no reply, Leias looked down at him again, that still body… until it was jolted by electricity, their only trick left to get his heart working again. Reaching for the boy, he hesitated. He wanted to wait just a little bit longer. Just a little bit more…
… And the boy survived.