Shosana looked around the lushly decorated room and felt only fear, finding no comfort in the mural that had been painted on the ceiling depicting baby angels in play; it was just a reminder of what she couldn’t have. They were going to kill her, of that she was certain the look in the angel with wings as dark as night, the one the others had looked to; Seth, he’d had a strange look in his eyes when he had locked her in this room yesterday. Most likely her death.
When the door began to open Shosana stood up, better to meet her death standing, or perhaps it was better to sit, she hadn’t died before. A babble of laughter escaped her throat just as the dark angel stepped into the room. He gave her a piercing look that had Shosana taking a step back.
They stared at each other for a long time, she wanted to look away from what was no doubt the homicidal look in his eyes, but she would be damned if she didn’t look into the eyes of her killer.
“You shouldn’t exist.” He said in the language of Angels, a language you couldn’t learn but had to be born knowing.
“And yet here I stand,” Shosana replied defiantly.
Seth narrowed his eyes and Shosana felt a moment of unadulterated fear but only for a moment before she felt angry, with herself with the angels, she had been running for so long, afraid her entire existence, now she was caught, there was nothing to fear anymore.
She straightened and took a step forward under the watchful eyes of the dark angel.
“The Archangels have not yet passed judgment on whether you can continue your existence; you will wait here until –”
He spoke of her death so casually.
“And how long will that take?” She interrupted her voice wavering as she met his gaze.
He just watched her unblinking, such anger in his gaze.