“So let me get this straight you didn’t go home with or even get his number?” Sedra asked leaning forward from her position on the floor.
The girls had gathered at Sedra’s house to help sort out her ever expanding wardrobe, but it had as usual turned into a gossip session. They were all sat in various parts of Sedra’s beautifully decorated bedroom.
Angie smiled, feeling confident at how well she had hit it off with Donato. Her happiness and new found confidence was less to do with him and more to do with how she saw herself.
“Yeah, I left the bar alone, since Jamie went home with someone,” Angie said.
“I get it,” Savy said with a smile, “you finally learnt how to flirt without being tipsy or drunk first.”
Angie laughed, “basically yeah.”
“Basically?” Jamie said with a laugh, “you lot should have seen her, when I came back from the bathroom she was talking to two different guys at once. I’ve never been prouder of you Angie,” Jamie raised her cup filled with her favourite smoothie in the air and the other girls followed.
“To Angie, better late than never!” Sedra said.
Angie laughed along with them, then turned to Sedra.
“So where are you taking me?”
They all laughed.
Shosana couldn’t breathe, the air was so thin this high up, and his hand was still around her neck. She felt so mortal, so weak in the face of the power he had just displayed and she felt herself passing out, but she held onto her consciousness by sheer force of will, she wouldn’t pass out before she actually died.
“Do it. I’m going to die anyway!” She gritted out.
Again surprise on his face, followed by confusion and she felt a moment of darkness before they were back in her room.
“Release her,” a voice from the door said.
Shosana was released so fast that she barely had time to find her footing and almost ended up toppling over.
To her complete surprise she saw Seth drop to his knees as he turned his head to the left. Shosana followed his gaze and saw nine individuals cloaked in darkness. Darkness was the only word she could think of because like the sun she couldn’t seem to make direct eye contact with them. The power they wore like a second skin was too much for her mortal eyes to bear; even the higher angel was having trouble keeping his gaze on them. Shosana felt her knees buckle of their own accord as though her body knew she was in the presence of true power.
The nine made their way forward.
‘Archangels,’ Shosana thought to herself, oddly she didn’t feel afraid, despite the power radiating off the nine in waves, she could only stare in wonderment as she watched the Archangels advance.
Shosana mouth dropped open as one of the archangels took a step forward separating from the group slightly. A hood lowered seemingly by magic and the face that was revealed had Shosana taking a step forward even as she gasped.
“My daughter,” the Archangel who had the same strange shade of violet eyes that Shosana had clearly inherited said and she reached out a hand, but before she could close the distance the other archangels surrounded the woman again.
Shosana looked for her mother in the group unable to differentiate one from the other.
“You may live Shosana, half-breed angel, daughter of one of the nine.” The Archangels said as one, then they turned to Seth, who gained his feet in one fluid motion. “Higher Angel Seth, you are charged with training Shosana.”
“The nine have spoken,” The Archangels said as one.
“So their will shall be carried out,” Seth replied quietly inclining his head.
Before Shosana could voice a complaint the Archangels disappeared. She stood rooted to the spot until Seth walked forward.
He stared at her for a long moment then nodded towards the door before walking out.
Shosana followed the Higher Angel into Heaven.
“Have you…have you come to tell your story?” She asked uncertainly, “you know what I am?”
“Yes, and I also know who you are, a woman who keeps her identity a secret even from friends, fear not, your secrets are still your own to tell, should you ever feel a need.” He paused as he heard her exhale, “shall I begin?”
“Are you sure about this?” She asked genuinely concerned.
Zachary smiled. “Yes, and even if I was not, your presence alone would compel the truth from my lips.” He felt her confusion and conscious of the fact that she had probably never met or even spoken to another angel before he elaborated. “All angels have similar abilities, healing, speed, and strength but there are a gifted few who have more, such as yourself, you can compel the truth from people with your mere presence alone. Not everyone who walks through these doors always has the intention of telling you the truth, like the Ganzarian, their keen instincts is not an ability many Ganzarian admit to.”
“I…erm, I did not know this.” She said on a shaky voice.
“Now you do,” he said softly.
Zachary cleared his throat.
“My name,” he began at a normal volume in the universal language, “I am an angel, yes, I hear some of you ask, it is me, the angel that has fallen, swiftly, steeply into love with a being that is not of my kind,” Zachary paused again, he could hear the elevated heartbeats of the six members of staff that worked at the confessionary and he wondered if he should continue.
“I did not mean to, what I mean to say is that I did not purposely fall. I felt, like all angels do, myself immune to such mortal emotions. I had several hundred charges I looked after, good mortals for the most part, it was my job. Of course I had favourites, mortals I would spend more time with, talk to even, but I reasoned that a few of them had no one else to listen to their sorrow, and it worked once unburdened it made it easier for them to make friends of their own kind. But,” Zachary paused as he smiled remembering the surprise and even discontent he had felt when he realised what had happened, “I did not realise my heart had been keeping secrets, that it had singled out one of these mortals I called my favourites and had chosen her to be the object of my very existence.”
Jared heard his Mum’s footsteps.
“J?” She shouted.
Not wanting to be found in the basement, or what he liked to call his lair, Jared climbed upstairs and stepped through the hidden door and into his bedroom.
She walked into his room looking a little stricken.
“There has been a power cut of some sort, the whole road has blacked out.” She said.
Jared just stared at her for a few moments, then he ran outside.
It wasn’t just the whole road, he looked around as neighbours came out of their homes, Jared took out his phone, no signal. He jogged down the road, then another, and another. He had been jogging for fifteen minutes before he spotted some light. He had plunged almost all of Camden into darkness, with his command.