Angel's Tale by Oriel
Rated: PG-13 for language, partial nudity and violence
Disclaimer: Refer to first chapter since it's still unchanged. Of course, Bashia is my OC.
Random comments: I've been busy and rewrote this chapter about three times. It's still not perfect but the best I can do. Lots of blah blah, not much action yet. Sorry about that. I've got to develop the plot. ^_^; Well enjoy and keep reviewing.
" ": dialogue
/ /: thoughts
* *: flashbacks
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Chapter 6 - Blind Faith
Mikael rushed into his mansion, cursing viciously beneath his breath. The guards standing on each side of the door stepped back as they saw him approach. The Great Power was reputed throughout the Heavens to get extremely violent at times and for the damnedest reasons or none at all. Either way, they just knew better than to get in his way when he already seemed to be pissed.
As he finally reached his bedroom, he threw himself on top of his large bed. He held a silver box against himself with a certain nostalgia. With the greatest care, he rested it down onto a fluffy, black silk cushion before him and lifted a slender hand to reach inside his shirt, pulling out a small silver chain that dangled loosely around his neck. At the tip of it, a small key reflected the dim light of the fire in the fireplace.
/ Aniki... /
The red-head placed the key into the lock of the box with a surprising gentleness and turned it with the flick of his wrist until a soft click was heard. He lifted the lid with a certain apprehension, his heart beating faster inside his chest as a pile of crippled, torn pieces of paper was revealed to him. On very top of the pile laid the picture of two young angels: one with black hair was barely a teenager; the other one with red hair was still a kid. Both were smiling, radiant in their child-like innocence.
/ Why did you stop smiling? /
He stared at the picture for a moment and then put it aside, still ever so carefully. He reached into the box again and picked up a handful of envelopes and sheets of paper, holding them cautiously for fear that they would disintegrate under his touch. Words were scribbled on them, the handwriting obviously one of a child.
They were letters.
Hundreds of letters, each containing the secret of his very weaknesses. Hundreds of letters he has addressed to his beloved brother. Hundreds of letters whom Lucifiel had never received, nor had he ever head about.
They were untold secrets of denied love and unconditional admiration.
The very secret of his heart and soul.
/ Secret letters you will never read. /
With a loud sigh, Mikael put everything back into the metallic box, locked it and placed it on the bedside table with the same great care. With a loud sigh, he then allowed himself to fall back onto his bed, burying his head into a pillow to muffle the sound of his cries and wipe away the shameful tears as they fell.
/ I'll find her so you can smile again. /
He wanted to deliver his brother from the curse of the angel Bashia with all his heart but the truth was that he had absolutely no idea where to start. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. He clenched his fist and punched a pillow with all the strength his boiling anger inspired him. As a result, the air is filled with downy feathers that float about, showering him completely.
"Dammit!"
He let out another choked breath as he remembered how Rafael and Alexiel had scolded him all the way home, calling him foolish for believing his brother's story. They claimed that surely it was some kind of evil plot, a trap set to lure the gullible archangel of the flames into serving the Dark Lord of Hell for whatever reason he had in mind.
But Mikael trusted his older twin brother completely. He felt has though he had absolutely no reason not to.
"How can they say that about him? They don't know him like I do."
They had laughed in his face when he had said that he would find her even without their help if need be. Now he just couldn't help but take this offence as yet another challenge to his dignity.
"I'll show them how wrong they were to patronise me so."
He wiped his tears with the back of his hand and sniffled a couple of times. It was once again time for him to hide his fragile interior behind the cold facade. He then turned over to lay onto his back, closing his eyes and pinching the arch of his nose between his thumb and index finger, thus appearing to be deep in his thoughts.
/ Ok Mikael, there just has to be a way to find this angel... She's a eight-winged angel being, caught in the wheels of human reincarnation. She must therefore give off a good amount of astral power just like... /
His amber eyes suddenly grew wide open and shone again with hope. Mikael sat up in his bed, his face etched with utmost satisfaction.
"Bingo!"
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Heaven's Archives contained the largest source of information in the whole Creation. Incredible amounts of data were stored there, whether in printed, electronic or holographic forms. The information was so accurate and unbiased that it contained even the Dark Scriptures such as the Book of Doom, Hell's equivalent of the Holy Bible. Angels used the carefully organised data to aid in their studies or their missions.
Mikael penetrated into the main hall of the building. The chamber was almost deserted with the exception of the caretakers of the records and a few scholars. He therefore made his way completely to the back so that he wouldn't be bothered during his searches. After all, if anyone knew he was doing this for his brother, he could be accused of high treason to Heaven.
The red-head slumped down onto a large, wooden chair set in front of a computer interface. He then cracked the knuckles on each of his hands and wiggled his fingers over the keyboard before starting to type, requesting for all data concerning the strongest source of energy. He bit his bottom lip nervously as he waited for the computer to perform the search throughout the Great Angelic Database. After a few seconds, a message finally flickered on the screen.
-- Searched Database for "Assiah, greatest power source". Showing results 1 - 20 of about 1,970,043. --
"Shit..."
Mikael frowned and ran his hand through his hair in complete desperation. He didn't expect the search would end up with such a great number of possibilities. With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. His mind raced frantically to find a solution to his new dilemma.
/ What can I do now? Checking up on each of these beings could take me millenniums and I'd probably never find her anyway. /
His thoughts were disturbed when he felt the weight of a hand upon his shoulder. The red-head jumped up with alarm, eyes wide open in fear to have been caught. His hand quickly reached for the keyboard and closed the search window. He cursed himself mentally for not being more on his guards, the events from earlier that day should have served him as a lesson.
Mikael slowly turned his head towards the presence he felt in his back. As his gaze met with the familiar face, he bounced off his chair and exploded, flailing his arms in the air.
"Ugh! You! What are you doing here?!"