Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 7

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“You can’t just keep me here!” Shosana said trying to appear angry, despite how much her voice was shaking. He was going to kill her; she could almost taste her death in the air as his wings unfurled before snapping back again as if his patience was starting to slip.

“You can’t keep me here!” She repeated when the murderous look in his eyes had subsided a fraction, “it’s against the Universal code,”

“You mean the codes we helped write?” There was a deadly edge to his voice, his gaze if possible growing even more intense.

“So,” she cleared her throat, “do as I say not as I do.”

He blinked and looked almost startled, she felt a little surprised herself, she was talking back to a higher angel; it felt so surreal that the need to laugh almost overcame her.

“You should have care in the way you address me,” he said it softly, the words almost a caress, if you discounted what he had said and the look in his eyes.

“Or what?” she said unable and unwilling to not have her say despite knowing that her death had been guaranteed by her birth, “I’m dead either way, you say your archangels are discussing my death, more like the method in which I will die and –” Her voice was cut off by a strong hand around her throat. His wings spread, filling the room with darkness, with such power, that she was rendered speechless and reminded too late that she was speaking to no ordinary angel. A higher angel, one clearly trained in combat, one who could kill her with less than a thought, one who could – they were airborne.

Flying up through the mural on the ceiling, they kept climbing higher and higher. Shosana felt a moment of awe as she glimpsed Heavens skyline before they flew even higher, and came to a stop when her only view was distance planets and Havens nine moons.

“Maybe I should drop you, since your life is so worthless.”

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Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 6

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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.