Chapter 17

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Metatron sat on the bright ground up in heaven. All around him, there were stone tablets which he had made for his father. Some of them were stacked on top of each other in different piles though most of them were simply spread out everywhere. God kept changing his mind about what he wanted to make into an actual prophecy and what he didn't want to have written down and therefore, Metatron was slightly annoyed at the moment. When the voice of his father boomed down to him again, he couldn't resist rolling his eyes at the order. Once again, his father had regretted one of the many prophecies he wanted to have out there and Metatron quickly started to search through the tablets after the one that He didn't want anymore. When he found it, he read it through ones, thinking that it was rather good and elaborate.

It was about a little, human child having the grace of an archangel in her which would help her become the destroyer of all Evil. He wondered why God didn't want this prophecy anymore as he knew for a fact that his father wanted something that could, someday, close Hell if the people in the future did what they were supposed to do correctly.

When he threw the tablet onto the pile that was going to be destroyed, another command was thrown down to him. Though, this time it was a new thing for him to write down, something that always made him happy since writing was something he quite enjoyed. Quickly binding some molecules together in order to create a stone tablet, he placed the tablet on the ground in front of him and started to carve in the next prophecy about a spell that could close Hell… and a spell that could close Heaven.

Eleanor

It had been three years. Three years of a simple and normal life. There were no monsters, no ghosts and no demons. There was just Eleanor and Lily. Just the two of them at home. Eleanor had a job, a normal job, which she went to from time to time. She was a singer at a bar and luckily, she knew the man that owned the bar and she could easily bring Lily with her whenever she did have to work.

During the days, she cleaned up, played with her daughter or wrote songs. Even though her house was small, she had a spare room which she used for her instruments and hobbies. It was the room that was used the most.

It was a Sunday morning and Eleanor was sitting in the kitchen, preparing some strawberries for a pie she was going to make for her and her daughter. Through the kitchen window, she could see some of the neighbors walking towards the church. Most of them were older people and some of them had asked for her and Lily to come with them some day. Though, Eleanor had declined since she didn't see a reason to go to church. After all, there were no angels. She had seen demons in her life, but never any angels. They didn't exist to her and so, she felt like it was a waste of her time to go to church if she didn't believe.

A knock on the door was heard which surprised her since she hadn't seen anyone walk towards her front door through the kitchen window. Quickly, she dried her hands on the apron that she was wearing and walked towards the front door, seeing her daughter sitting in the couch still, not even having heard the knock on the door as her entire focus was on the TV.

When she opened the door, she was met with the sight of someone she hadn't expected at all.

The old lady from the house a little down the road was standing on her porch. Whenever she had to go to the store, she would walk or drive past this old lady's house though she had never really met her.

"Hello, dear," she said.

"Hello, Mrs Smith," said Eleanor with a smile on her face.

"I know we've never really met but I just wanted to ask if you wanted to keep an eye on our house for a while since me and my husband are going to go visit the grandchildren for a week," said Mrs Smith, a soft smile on her lips.

"Of course I could do that," said Eleanor, smiling widely as the old lady handed her a spare key to her house.

"Just leave whatever letters we get on the kitchen table, dear," said the lady before turning and walking away.

Eleanor closed the door, smiling slightly as she hung the key amongst the rest of the keys beside her coat. She had a normal life now. She was a normal person. No hunter. No killer.

Just a mum.

She walked over to Lily and sat down next to her, embracing her daughter in a hug. There was nothing in the world that she wanted right now, nothing she missed… Although the strange case of missing people that was happening in her town a few blocks away had tingled her hunter-feelings, she had dismissed it and simply added some extra salt around the windows to make her feel better about herself.

Had she looked out of the window at that moment, had she gone to the kitchen instead of hugged her daughter and looked out through the window there, she would've seen a black car driving past her house.

A black Impala.

That's it guys...

That was the last chapter of this story. Now, I wouldn't say it's the best ending I've ever written in my entire life, but as you all already know, I lost all inspiration for this story... I'm sorry about that but I do hope that those of you that did read this enjoyed it. I'd appreciate a little bit of feedback. Something negative and something positive. So I can learn to become better :)

I do hope no one was disappointed or confused by the ending. If that was the case, that maybe you didn't understand it or something like that, just let me know and I'll explain it to you :) 'Cause, as I said, I lost inspiration for this so some things may have been badly written... hehe...

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