The Archangel of Death - Chapter 270
270: Father?
270: Father?
Chapter 270 Knock knock.
Gabriel knocked on Andrew’s door but there was no response.
He had been coming here for ten days now but there had been no response.
The last Gabriel saw Andrew was at Julie’s funeral where he had dead eyes, a red bracelet in his hand that belonged to Julie.
Gabriel couldn’t feel any happiness at saving billions of lives when he saw his brother like that.
He couldn’t help but think he should have chosen differently.
Still, he would have arrived at the same decision because he couldn’t let Celina rampage in the world again.
She was a monster he couldn’t let the world bear again.
The damage would have been too great for the world to bear.
And if by any small chance, she could have had the chance to rebuild her soul to distribute it across space and time again, then the ghost of Celina would have eternally become a truth Gabriel knew he would never be able to get rid of.
Still, he couldn’t see his brother like that.
There wasn’t even hate in his eyes.
“I just want to say,” Gabriel said to the closed door, knowing that Andrew could hear him, “I’m sorry.” I’m sorry.
A phrase he had said every day, again and again, followed by no excuse of any kind.
He had killed Julie, there was no excuse for that.
Gabriel had taken something from Andrew, there was no denying that.
So explaining to him only made him feel like he hadn’t done anything wrong.
But he had done something wrong.
“You’ve done nothing wrong.” Aliya didn’t agree with him as he thought so.
But Gabriel simply smiled, a smile of a lost man.
“I did.
I did something wrong.” Gabriel said.
“No, you didn’t.
You saved a lot of people, possibly all of them.” Aliya tried to reason but Gabriel wasn’t listening to her.
“I’ve never killed an innocent person.
Even in wars, I never killed soldiers who were just trying to follow orders.
But the girl I killed that day wasn’t Celina.
It was Julie, who died trying to save billions.
An innocent girl.
And the one who killed that innocent girl was me.” Gabriel said while he stared at the night sky.
“Please,” Aliya pleaded, “Don’t think that.” Gabriel smiled as the words left his mouth, “It’s too late.
I already know that.
The first kill in forever at my hands was that of an innocent.
The people I vowed never to kill.” Aliya couldn’t offer any more words of comfort.
Gabriel was far too gone for that.
All she could do was wait until Gabriel got over it.
“I’m going to a fragment for some time.
Tell Dad to not disturb me.” Gabriel said his piece, stood up, and left, while all Aliya could do was look at his retreating back, wondering if she should stop him or not but she didn’t have the courage to do so.
~ He was wandering through a strange land, a place that wasn’t anything noteworthy.
He didn’t know why but he felt compelled to go there.
A small village full of huts.
Twelve huts and a slightly bigger one in the middle of all huts.
The number of people he counted was nothing more than twenty.
Among all of them, he saw a young boy, shriveled to the point he could be called a mummy.
He was all skin and bones literally.
The rest of the villagers weren’t in good condition as well but that boy was alone which told a story of its own.
He made his way to the young boy who raised his eyes with great effort to just look at him.
The boy saw the expensive white attire of the man which even the royalty might not have, a sword that looked so mighty it looked like it was crafted from the bright moon.
And something else on his back.
Something strange.
A weapon of some type, a weapon the boy couldn’t recognize because he had never seen it ever before but also the kind he couldn’t just take his eyes off of it no matter what.
“It’s called a ‘Scythe’.” He spoke, letting the boy know the name of the weapon on his back.
The boy looked at it, no change in his dead expression before he lowered his head again.
“I’m curious.” He said as he knelt in front of the boy, “Everyone so far has begged me for food, but you haven’t.
Why?” The boy didn’t reply.
He couldn’t reply.
He didn’t have the strength to reply anyway.
The death was close and he was just waiting for it, quietly.
He didn’t want hope or anything at the moment.
Nothing was of any use to him.
And he didn’t desire anything at the moment.
He was ready to accept food.
And especially, he wouldn’t give the satisfaction of begging and then despair when denied of it to a rich man.
He could tell what the eyes of the boy were saying even though they were dead.
He smirked and stood up.
He stepped a little back, he saw the eyes of the villagers fixed on him when he waved his hand.
And as he did, all kinds of cuisines, food, and many more appeared out of thin air as if he had willed something to be created by his mind.
“Go ahead,” The man said before he turned to the sky and shouted, “Eat!!!” The villagers launched themselves on the food.
There was so much of it that they didn’t even need to fight over it.
He then turned to the boy whose eyes finally showed something instead of death.
Whose eyes finally shined.
He said, “Go ahead.
It’s within reach.
Eat it.” The boy didn’t have the strength to move.
But still, he managed to crawl to the food and without picking it up, still on the ground on his stomach, he grabbed a loaf of soft bread between his teeth and took a bite.
But that wasn’t his last bite.
He ate.
He ate like his life depended on it.
Not just him.
But the entire village ate like there was no tomorrow.
And maybe there wasn’t for them or there wouldn’t have been one had he not shown up, guided to that place just by his gut.
Food that was enough to feed a city was gone in a few hours as the people never stopped eating.
He moved to the side and once everyone was done eating, he said, “Come here now.
Time for your treatment.” The villagers, thinking he had more food made their way to him but instead, he raised his hand at them and said, “Be free of everything that kills you.” One of the villagers didn’t have an arm, one didn’t have legs, and one had a hole on one side of his stomach but still was alive somehow.
All of those wounds and limbs began to regenerate.
Not just them, those who were sick, ill, or just malnourished gained their former physique.
As if their earlier condition was a dream, they all turned into beautiful clean, and whole people.
“Go-go..” One of the villagers was about to yell something according to his belief when he stopped them.
He stood up and said, “From now on, never call me anything other than one thing only, call me ‘Archangel’.” Not long after, the sounds of ‘Archangel’ began to sound in the night sky, but no one could hear them for miles because there was nothing but a deep forest around.
“And you, my people, will be the foundation of the kingdom of angels.
No power in this world would be able to stand against us.
No power would be able to defy us.
We will become absolute.
We will become eternal.
We will become ‘Angels’!!!!” He continued to scream and yell, he continued to let the people know who he was and they, like soldiers, followed and shouted every word that came out of his mouth.
It was then that the small boy who was now looking so handsome he could be considered royalty shook his robe.
He turned to look at the boy who was looking him in the eyes.
Now that the boy was fully cured, he could tell he looked to be about five years old.
“What?” He asked.
“I do not want to call you ‘Archangel’.” The boy said.
“Why not?
Do you not believe me?” He asked curiously.
The boy shook his head that that wasn’t the case.
He smiled and said, “I wish to call you father.” And when he heard that, he was frozen stiff in place because a feeling he had never had before welled up in his heart.
The feeling of fulfillment.
~ Andrew was sitting in his room, his eyes still dead as he held the bracelet in his hand that was shining.
He couldn’t tell what the shining meant but he could tell that there was a sound coming from it.
At first, he thought he was crazy until the voice cleared up and he heard who the voice belonged to.
“Andrew, I’m not dead.” And that voice belonged to none other than Julie.
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