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Seven
The man sitting across from me was most certainly not what I expected.
The angel sitting across from me was most certainly not what I expected.
Having decided that there weren't the correct facilities in which to make a great cup of tea, I had the pleasure of soon finding myself comfortably on a deck overlooking a river in the middle of great forest, nowhere that I recognised. The man, the angel sat there sipping something that smelt like jasmine but something else. My cup remained untouched. "How did you meet my mother?" I asked him, breaking the silence.
He smiled, as if in a dream. "Her soul drew me to her," he informed me. "She was perched in the middle of a street in London just drawing the people as they went by, not a care in the world."
"My mother drew?" I asked him. "No she didn't. In fact she never had us pursue any art subjects of any kind. She didn't want to."
"She stopped when I left," he informed me. He stood up and walked back inside, he stayed there for a few minutes and then he came back outside holding a sketch book. Michael sat the book in front of me so I opened it, the first picture on the page was of him. Everything was black and white except for his wings-those mother had coloured in a lovely, vivid green colour. Some of the faces behind him were twisted, demonic but some were pure whilst others were simply human. "Your mother had what you would call the Sight. She could see everything underneath the face of humanity."
I flicked through the pages, looking at various pictures of the angel before eventually coming to one of Talia and I after we were born. There was also an actual picture of him holding us. "Why did you leave?" I asked him. "When did you leave?"
"Talia and you were elven months old," he answered. "Your mother and I came to the agreement that I needed to leave because you were distracting me from my duties. I would have given my grace up for you and your sister but your mother said you needed protection and if I did that I couldn't protect you. I paid her a visit once a year on February 17th. That was the day we met."
I remembered how mum would simply vanish for a whole twenty-four hours and come back like nothing had happened and with a huge smile on her face. Well that was until she met Andrew. After that she never went again. "And when she married Andrew?"
"She had my blessing," Michael nodded. "You may keep the book."
"Thank you," I smiled. "So what about me? Huh? A half breed angel-I'm a Nephilim aren't I? This is why I can do what I do without consequence. Understand Enochian. Will I ever die?" I suddenly asked him. "I mean Talia is dead-"
"Your sister passed the veil of this world before she came into her birthright," Michael spoke. "You, my daughter, have come into your birthright and soon you will have what no other human will ever hope to have. Wings and a connection to heaven. Demons hunt you because if they have this connection to heaven then they can walk up to the gates themselves and waltz on inside."
"But Talia used magic," I frowned.
"Your birthright is your first successful use of the Enochian language," Michael explained. "You mastered this at fifteen. And as for your question about never dying-well I cannot answer that because I don't know."
"So what now?" I asked him.
Michael cleared his throat. "John Constantine works for heaven to redeem his soul. I suggest you stay with him to perfect your angelic side. Nephilim rarely make it past puberty for a reason. You and Leonardo di Vinci should count yourselves lucky to have lived as long as you have."
"Is Leonardo di Vinci still alive?" I questioned.
Michael just laughed. "Perhaps you should find out yourself." He stood up. "I must return to the Host. When you wish to leave just step off the porch and you will find yourself back with the others." He came around the table and kissed my head. "Your mother asked me to tell you that she is so proud of you. And would have this no other way. If you need me-call."
"Do you want your sword back?" I wondered. "I mean I wouldn't even call it a sword but more the Holy Butter-Knife."
"If you speak the weapons name," Michael suggested, "you will find the sword you seek. And I have many weapons forged in the armoury of god. Good luck, Tessa. Try not to be too hard on your sister. She pays her penance for her sins."
I sat back and watched him disappear in a flurry of feathers. I sat there for a while, drinking my tea before I went inside to explore. Expecting a cabin just as woodsy as the outside, I was surprised to find myself standing in the middle of a serene clearing, bookshelves built into the trees that shed pink blossoms on the slightest breeze. Any furniture was made out of the trees and the earth. What caught my attention was a stone pool in the middle of the room covered in glowing white lights. With a shrug, I crossed the clearing and waved the lights away. The rim around the pool was carved with Enochian that translated into Vision Pool. "Gee that doesn't sound creepy and ominous," I frowned.
The surface of the pool rippled and the image of a man and a woman speaking in the middle of the street appeared. I couldn't hear what they were saying but the woman seemed pretty angry at the man. The water rippled again and it showed the same woman and the same man in an interrogation room. More scenes past, gradually reducing it to just the woman alone. I laughed. "Right. Vision Pool indeed." Stepping back I looked around, it was beautiful in here but it made me feel like I didn't belong here. I bit my tongue and wandered back outside the cabin to finish my tea. Draining the cup I stepped off the deck to soon find myself back inside that creepy bunker.
"What's the verdict?" John asked me.
"My father told me that I need to stay and learn how to perfect myself," I shrugged. I sat down on an empty couch to flick through the book. "You're stuck with me, Johnny boy."
A business card fell on my lap as John spoke to me.
I picked it up and almost gasped when I saw the name on the card.
Leonardo Vincent
Proprietor of ancient antiques
Starling City, USA
I shrugged and pocketed the card. Guess I was off to Starling City.