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Heaven's Halo
by
KingJustin1019
Chapter 2
Octavia was watching her father, standing in the foyer of the manor. It all started when she heard the servants moving about. Her father was all dressed up and one of his servants was down there with him.
"Sir, you can't be serious about this," the servant said. "You can't trust the word of some stranger, especially one who claims to be—"
"I have no choice in the matter. He said he wanted to talk to me and only me alone," Stolas spoke in a serious manner. "I need everyone out of here when he comes. If he sees anyone else here, especially Octavia, who knows what he might do from there?"
"But sir, it could be a trap!"
"I know that already," Stolas said. "I have even considered the possibility of this meeting being a trap."
He pulled out a pistol. He checked if the pistol was loaded, pulling the receiver back to reveal a bullet in the chamber before locking it into place.
"I asked one of the guards to lend me a gun just in case he does anything rash," Stolas said. "Not a word of this gets out to the outside. I don't want a single whisper leaving here, understand?"
"Yes, sire,"
A secret meeting? A loaded gun? Octavia wanted to know what was going on. She rushed down the stairs, getting her father's attention.
"Dad, what is going on?" Octavia asked.
Stolas looked at her and puts the gun away. He looked concerned and had both hands on her shoulders.
"Via, listen to me," Stolas said. "Go to your room and stay in there until it is safe to come out."
"Not until I know what's going on," Octavia retorted. "I demand an answer."
"I want you back in your room, where it's safe and-"
A white flash of light blinded her momentarily. She squinted her eyes and put her hands in front of her as the near-blinding lights came. She could hear the sound of singing and... church bells?
"Take her and go!" Stolas said. "Take her to the dining room!"
One of the servants grabbed Octavia's hand and ran off, pulling Octavia away from her father as he turned around to face the lights.
Stolas watched as the crack expanded into a portal. He kept his eyes focused on the portal. He watched as he heard footsteps. He saw a humanoid, bird-like figure that looked almost similar to him, albeit with several differences Stolas could point out.
The tail looked longer than his and seemed more elegant. multiple feathers were dangling from the top of the figure's head. As the figure was walking through, he was beginning to see the stranger more clearly. The figure was dressed in a white uniform with epaulets and an aiguillette. It didn't look anything like what an Exterminator would wear at all. Then there was that hat with the crown on it.
There was a halo above the stranger's head.
'An angel came to see me?' Stolas thought. 'Is this why he wanted no one but me present? To avoid gaining any attention in Hell?'
The only time that angels were ever allowed to be in Heaven was during Extermination Day which comes at the end of every year. Once that day passes, no angel is to dare set foot in Hell ever again until the next Extermination. Any angel that breaks this law would risk suffering a fate worse than death, be it at the hands of Lucifer and Hell's nobility or otherwise.
This angel was smart in setting this meeting up. No one would be any the wiser, should everything pan out the way this angel wants it.
He saw the angel's eyes, meeting his, and as he got closer, Stolas got to see his face.
A face that paralyzed Stolas in an instant upon recognition. His pupils shrunk into dots. His beak opened slightly.
'That face...' He thought. 'It cannot be...'
He recognized that face anywhere, even if the feathers and the features looked slightly off from how he remembered them.
It was the face of his dead older brother.
"Orobas?" Stolas asked. "Is... is that you?"
The angel pulled out a trinket from a pocket. It was a star-shaped locket, one that Stolas remembered when they were just kids. He gasped as he recognized it.
"I've been keeping you waiting, haven't I, Stolas?" The angel said. "It feels good to be back home again. I was getting homesick."
Stolas felt a storm of emotions blowing right over a dam as tears fell down his eyes. He rushed over to the angel and hugged him tightly. Stolas began to cry. The angel returned the hug, comforting the sobbing prince.
'It's been too long, my brother,' Forfax thought. 'Far too long...'
"Oh, brother... you're alive! You're alive! Oh, thank Satan, you're alive!" Stolas cried, pouring his guts out. "Orobas! Orobas! Oh, Orobas! My brother! My older brother! Father said you were dead along with our mother! Oh, brother! Oh, my dear brother! I thought I would never see you ever again! I thought I lost you forever! Big brother! Big brother!"
"That's it, brother, let it all out," Forfax said. "And please, it's Forfax now, ok?"
He could hear Stolas sobbing again.
"S-Sure, brother..." Stolas said.
The two let each other go. Stolas began to wipe the tears off his face and pulled a tissue out so he could blow his nose into it. Forfax felt like he had a lot to say to his brother.
"I'm sorry for leaving you alone for so long," Forfax said. "It must have been rough for you when I was gone, right?"
He started to feel nauseous. He forget that he hadn't been in Hell for years. This must be what newly arrived sinners have felt when they fell to Hell.
'Blasted Hell-sickness...' Forfax thought. 'This is not good for my gizzard...'
"How did you make it out of there alive?" Stolas asked. "I thought you had died with our mother."
Forfax did have to explain that, but not with this Hell-sickness that was plaguing him.
"Is it ok if I take a seat at the stairs?" Forfax asked.
"Oh! Uh sure, let me help—"
"No, I can walk—"
Forfax felt his knee give out. Stolas caught him and got him over by the stairs. He sat Forfax down at the stairs and gave him some space.
"So, what was that question again?" Forfax asked. "How did I make it out of there in one piece?"
"Yes—wait, what about—"
"Your imp boyfriend? He's fine," Forfax said. "And his coworkers are fine as well. They're just being put in a jail cell."
"A jail cell?" Stolas asked calmly.
"They had guns, Stolas," Forfax said. "That and just they tried to blow the heads off of my subordinates."
"Hmph," Stolas scoffed. "Wait, how do you know that me and Blitzy are—oh... oh... the phone call."
Forfax chuckled at that. His brother still lacked a sense of timing. That much was certain.
"Though, I have to ask, what exactly did you see in him?" Forfax asked. "I can see that he has that devil-may-care attitude that makes him attractable, but he seemed to care a lot more about that "Loona" Hellhound of his."
"That 'Loona' you're talking about is actually his adoptive daughter," Stolas said. "He told me himself."
Forfax looked stunned for a moment.
"Oh... his adoptive... daughter... I see... I... uh..."
"Admit it, you didn't know he had one," Stolas said.
Forfax was silent.
"I'll take that silence as your admission of it," Stolas said. "Now what about my question?"
"Ah yes, I almost forgot," Forfax said. "To make a long story short, after I died, I was... well... reborn."
Stolas looked at him with skepticism. "Reborn? As an angel?"
"Yes... that's one way to put it," Forfax said. "At first, I was living a completely different life up until I turned 18, which was when all of my memories came rushing back into me."
He could remember that day well. On that day, all of his memories of his past life came surging back into his head. It was a horrific experience for one to suddenly remember how they died. To remember the terror and the pain that came with death is a truly horrifying thing.
"I became so horrified by my last moments slipping into my head that I fainted," Forfax said. "That's when he spoke to me."
"Who?" Stolas asked.
Forfax looked Stolas in the eyes. "God. It was God who spoke to me."
Stolas' pupils shrunk. He looked at him with disbelief. "You're kidding..."
"I wish I was." He retorts.
Heaven
Blitzo was in a jail cell with Moxxie and Millie. He couldn't believe that he was in Heaven, albeit under less fortunate circumstances. He never knew what Heaven looked like, nor did he care about what Heaven would like, but seeing Heaven for the first time made him completely ignore the situation he was in.
It was a beautiful, seemingly calm and tranquil place. The skies were blue and the land was green with grass. Cities were built on islands that stood on the clouds, some of them were even floating in the air. Angels were flying about through these cities, some were using their wings and some were using floating cars to get around. He had never seen anything like this in Hell.
Again, it merely distracted him from the elephant in the room.
All the weapons he and his crew had were taken away along with the cellphones. He and his employees were locked up behind bars and they had no idea what was going to happen to any of them.
Blitzo was feeling anxious about all of this, yet he was trying to keep himself from looking like he wanted to claw his way out through the bars. Moxxie looked at Blitzo with judgment in his eyes, even with Millie trying to keep him calm. She was concerned for Moxxie. They all heard footsteps coming down the hall. They looked to the door as the footsteps were drawing near.
Blitzo saw Pale Snake coming through the door. The snake angel looked at Blitzo with a friendly look on his face. He stopped in front of the cell. Blitzo could only scowl at him. If anything, that face was no different from an insult to injury.
"I was told that I would have to interview you during your interrogation," Pale Snake said.
"Interrogate me?" Blitzo asked. "You sound like a police officer."
"Actually, I'd like to think of myself as a police detective," Snake said. "A police officer goes on patrol and assists a police detective while he or she is investigating a crime."
"Nerd," Blitzo calls out. "I didn't do anything wrong aside from "illegally" entering the human world."
"But you pulled a gun on me..." Snake said.
"After the fact that you hit me with a blunt arrow to the face," Blitzo said. "And how do I know you assholes aren't going to straight up torture me?!"
"We don't torture people here in H.A.L.O!" Snake said. "We don't even have any torture devices here!"
"You... don't have torture devices?" Blitzo asked.
"Dude, this is Heaven, not Hell. We don't employ medieval torture devices," Snake said. "I thought that was Hell's thing."
"Well, there is this one thing—"
"Shut up Mox," Blitzo interrupts Moxxie.
Another angel came in, wearing a device on the wrist. The angel inserts the device through a hole and twists his wrist to the right. The gate opens up and the angel whipped out a gun. It looked like a pistol with wings on the top of the barrel, forming a sight. Blitzo got up on his feet and walked out, gun firmly pressed against his back. The door closed and became locked. Snake and Blitzo began walking down the hall and left the room.
"So, mind telling me something before you start interviewing me?" Blitzo asked.
Snake looked at Blitzo. "Go right ahead," he said.
"Alright..." Blitzo said. "Why is Heaven allowing you guys to go to Earth?"
"Because our duty demands it, or so I've heard," Snake said. "Usually, us angels in the Third Choir have different roles to play outside of being God's messengers. Some of us are tasked to be a human's guardian angel. Some of us are angels of death who collect the souls of the dead and guide them to the afterlife. We are honor-bound to serve mankind while never interfering with their daily lives."
"So you guys have a sense of duty to all those humans down there?" Blitzo asked. "Including some of the scumbags down there?"
"Not every human is a worthless scumbag," Snake said.
"Not every human is a blessed saint," Blitzo said.
"Hey, Emmy!" A female voice caught their ears.
Standing next to a door leading to the supposed interrogation room was a feminine humanoid spider with four legs. She had a halos with a pink gem over her head. The humanoid spider had long hair that was so big that a hairband was needed to hold it. She had white fur covering her body. Her chest seemed big, yet firmly held in place in a suit that had double shoulder pads. She wore striped gloves on the lower pair of hands that stuck out. She approached Snake and spread her arms out, with an extra pair of arms coming out. She hugged the reptilian angel and picked him up, squeezing him in her arms.
"M-Molly! We're at work right now!" Snake said.
"Oh, my lovely little pipe snake, I missed you," She had a southern-Italian accent in her voice. "I just can't help myself whenever I'm around you, sugar."
Blitzo looked at the spider chick, feeling as though she looks almost like someone he's heard about. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he could tell that she reminds him of someone who looks almost like her. That fluffy chest, her magenta-colored eyes... no, it can't be. That's impossible he thought to himself.
"Who's Spider-Woman over here?" Blitzo asked.
"She's—" Snake was silenced with a finger hovering over his lips.
She looked at Blitzo.
"The name's Molly Ragno, but you can call me Molly," she said. "You must be that little imp that my caro serpente caught."
"The name is Blitzo, the "o" is silent," Blitzo said.
"And I've been tasked with interrogating him," Snake said.
"Already?" Molly asked. "Well then, in that case, I'll let you get right to it."
She puts him down and opens the room. Blitzo went into the room, hearing footsteps behind him as he entered the room.
"So I'm an uncle already?" Forfax asked.
"Yup, I had a daughter just seventeen years ago," Stolas said. "I named her after Mother."
"Octavia..." Forfax said. "A splendid, beautiful name..."
He felt proud of being an uncle. He couldn't help but chuckle.
"Well, you're not the only one who's become a father," Forfax said.
"What? Wait, you're a father?" Stolas asked.
"And I'm happily married to the most beautiful Avian in all of Heaven," Forfax said.
"Avian? Wait, I thought we Goetians were the only Avians in existence," Stolas said.
"That's what father would want us to believe," Forfax said. "Heaven has Goetians up there."
"Huh... well, you are proof of it," Stolas said. "Now, about my new sister-in-law and niece..."
"Ah yes, my beloved Beatrice and my darling Amelia," Forfax said. "Beatrice is a talented seamstress and is quite the dancer herself. She certainly pulled the moves on me, if you get what I mean."
"You always have good luck when it comes to women," Stolas said.
"Luck has nothing to do with being a smooth operator," Forfax said. "Besides, she was coming onto me."
The two brothers laughed. It felt so long ago since Forfax laughed with his brother.
"Now as for Amelia, I've been teaching her many things that come with inheriting my position," Forfax said. "Of course, I make sure to be a good father, even when duty calls."
"Ha ha... I see..." Stolas said, before looking down. "You know, I feel rather envious of you..."
"Hm?"
"You got to live the good life," Stolas said. "But me? I didn't get the luxury of it..."
Forfax could feel something was wrong with his brother. He didn't bother trying to find out what was up with Stolas because he knew the cause all too well.
"Has father been giving you a rough time since I died along with our mother?" Forfax asked.
Stolas looked at Forfax. Forfax saw sadness in his brother's eyes. Stolas gulped and took a deep breath.
"My marriage was arranged," Stolas said. "I was simply tasked with giving him a precautionary heir to the Goetian Family. Octavia is that heir. I've been raising her for seventeen years straight, trying to prepare her for the day she truly becomes a princess and takes my place. Stella and I... we... we had a divorce..."
Forfax's eyes widened.
"Stolas..." Forfax said.
"She... she would always yell at me whenever she got angry and I... I just couldn't take it anymore..." Stolas said. "The abuse, the constant yelling, I... I just couldn't take it anymore... I... I..."
Forfax went over to his brother, standing up slowly. He puts his hand on his shoulder.
"Stolas... I... I'm sorry..." Forfax said. "I—"
"I never asked to be married to someone I couldn't love!" Stolas snapped. "I hardly even knew her before we even got married! Father didn't care about my feelings! To him, I was just some... replacement! A political asset and nothing more! I never asked for any of this! All I wanted was to be loved..."
His brother broke down in tears. Forfax looked at his brother with a sympathetic look.
"Love..." Forfax said. "You were better off without it, brother..."
"Huh?" Stolas looked up at Forfax.
"You cannot love someone who would never love you, and you cannot love someone without feeling the pain that love brings," Forfax said. "That is the many truths of the universe."
Stolas wiped his tears. Forfax looked around the place. It felt different now that his father wasn't here.
He then spotted a pair of pink eyes staring at him.
"Young lady, I know you're there," Forfax said.
"!"
He saw the eyes moving. Coming out from the shadow was someone who looked almost like his daughter, only with Stolas's owl-like features.
"Octavia! What are you—?!"
"It's alright, brother, I knew she wouldn't resist," Forfax said. "That being said, you should try to break some of her bad habits. They're making her less ladylike."
The owl girl named Octavia stood there, looking at Forfax, who could only smile at her.
"Your father and I were having a bout of conversation, that's all," Forfax said. "Now come, my niece, I think it's time we get to know each other as family, don't you think?"
Emile was looking at Blitzo. Molly was standing next to Emile.
"Alright, state your name for the record," Emile said, having a notepad ready for him to write in.
"Blitzø," The imp responded.
"Alright then, Blitzø, I want you to answer my questions as best as possible, meaning no vague answers or lies, got it?" Emile asked.
"Whatever gets me out of this room fast enough," Blitzo said.
Emile had a lot of questions for this guy alright. He took a deep breath and started off with a simple question.
"Why did you and a married couple go to the mortal realm and why did you bring your guns with you?" Emile asked.
"Because I had nothing better to do," Blitzo said. "I figured that if I went hunting for animals on Earth, maybe it could distract me."
Emile couldn't believe this guy. He basically lied to him in his face and was cool about it.
"Well that's funny," Emile said. "I never thought a guy in a suit could come up with a half-decent lie."
The imp scoffs at him. "Really? A half-decent lie? I told you exactly what a friend of mine, his wife, and I were doing. How is that a lie?"
"Because my partner caught you mentioning a client," Emile said. "You didn't come up to the human world out of boredom, you came to the human world because someone hired you for a job."
The imp looked down at the table before looking at Emile.
"Shit... alright, you got me on that one," Blitzo said. "I was asked to do a hit on a target by one of my clients."
"So you're an assassin," Emile said. "I'm guessing your target was in the living world, so it was only natural that you had to go there."
"Exactly," Blitzo said. "I run a business where all the sinners in Hell get a chance at finishing some unfinished business they had on Earth."
"And that included revenge?" Emile asked.
"Yup," Blitzo said. "I help settle their grudges on Earth and they pay me in cash."
"So it's all about the money..." Emile said.
"That's nothing compared to what my family used to do," Molly said. "My family used to smuggle booze across the country during Prohibition before we ended up going to peddling dope after Prohibition ended. You can bet there were some hefty turf wars going on because of it."
The imp looked at Molly with surprise.
"How the hell did you get into Heaven?" Blitzo asked.
"Because I've been a very good girl when I was alive," Molly said. "My brothers were all about the mob life. Me? Not so much. I usually just sing and dance for people."
"Ok, that's enough, onto the next question," Emile said.
So, the imp is a part-time assassin. He looked at the effects of the imps in the evidence room with his partner and found a business card with an acronym that spells I.M.P. He needed to know more about this I.M.P.
"What does I.M.P. stand for?" Emile asked.
"Immediate Murder Professionals," Blitzo said. "I already registered the name under copyright laws, so don't even try to rip me off."
Emile looked at Molly. She looked back at him. They then looked at Blitzo.
"So that makes you the boss?" Emile asked.
"And I am one helluva boss!" Blitzo said with a smile.
Molly giggled while Emile burst out laughing.
"Aha! So you angels do like my puns!" Blitzo said.
"Ok! Ok... let's just get back on track..." Emile said as he stopped laughing. He cleared his throat. "Now, Mr. Blitzo, what you've been doing is wrong and you shouldn't do it, because here in HALO, we do not mess around when demons are up on the surface killing people left and right like it's The Purge."
"Oh really, so I'm not allowed to just kill people who may or could be complete assholes?" Blitzo asked. "Besides, where's your proof? How can you prove that I've killed someone?"
Octavia took a moment to take it all in. An angel who turned out to be her father's dead brother and the fact that she had an aunt and a cousin in Heaven boggled her mind a bit. She needed a moment to relax. She took a sip of some refreshing tea to calm her nerves. She looked at her uncle, who was smiling at her. She still couldn't believe how much her uncle resembled her father from the shape of his head, the length of his beak, and how tall he was. Of course, he was a peacock, much like her mother's brother, but he gave off a vibe that made her seem at peace.
"You know, I never thought I'd have any relatives up in Heaven, nor did I think that you, an angel, would be so... kind," Octavia said. "From what I learned, I always thought you angels hated demons and slaughter them without mercy when Extermination Day comes."
"Well, I can see why you'd think that," Forfax said. "But I assure you, not every angel is like that."
"Really?" Octavia asked.
Forfax took a sip.
"Honey, my wife is one of the best seamstresses in all the universe," Forfax said. "And when she was your age, she was on a roll when she was a fashion model."
He sighed with contentment.
"Oh, Beatrice... how I loved her voice and the way she looked in those wonderfully designed dresses~," Forfax said. "When I fell for her, I fell hard! It was as if I were Satan falling from Heaven like lightning! I became madly in love with her! It was as if she woke something in me! Her eyes were like that of Neptune! Every time we held each other, I swore that I was flying at the speed of light! When we went on our honeymoon, I was like a howling demon in the night, I let out every bit of passion on her, and then—"
"Alright! Alright! I get it! I get it!" Octavia said, covering her face with one hand and waving her other arm around. "I do not want a picture like that in my head!"
"H-Huh?" Forfax asked. "W-What was I doing?"
"You were ranting about your wife," Stolas said. "And your honeymoon."
Forfax quickly recomposed himself.
"Ahem! My apologies, I get really passionate whenever I think about my wife," Forfax said. "Please forgive me..."
"So what about your daughter?" Stolas asked her brother, smiling. "Does she also call you daddy?"
"DAD!" Octavia screamed. "GROSS!"
"I didn't mean it that way!" Stolas said. "Brother, tell her I didn't mean it like that!"
Forfax couldn't help but chuckle.
"Oh, Tavi, don't be like that, I'm sure your father didn't mean it that way," Forfax said. "My daughter was like you when you were young."
"Oh... ok," Octavia said. "And what else is my cousin like?"
"Well... she takes after her mother when it comes to being a seamstress and she is really interested in magic," Forfax said. "She was like God's best gift to me. I have never been such a proud father in my life."
His eyes glowed for a moment.
"Well, it would seem my wife is getting worried about me," Forfax said, getting up. "It's been nice to finally meet you again, brother, and it's been a pleasure to meet you, Octavia."
"Wait, you're leaving?" Octavia asked, looking sad. "So soon?"
"I'm an angel, sweetie, I'm not supposed to be in hell, remember?" Forfax asked. "Besides, it's not a good idea to leave a loved one worried for more than you have already,"
He opened a portal and walked through it.
"I'll see you later," Forfax said, before the portal closed.
Octavia couldn't help but be impressed by Forfax.
"Dad, do you think he'll come back to visit us?" Octavia asked.
"Hm... honestly, I don't know," Stolas said. "He has his duties and I have mine. Though, it wouldn't kill him to come and visit us again once in a while."
Her father looked so happy.
"So you couldn't charge him of anything outside of illegal access into the living realm with guns in hand..." Forfax said.
"Yes," Emile said, looking sad. "I..."
"It doesn't matter," Forfax said. "You did your best. That's all that matters. Besides, after what you and Ezekiel just did, they'll have to lie low for some time."
"Right..." Emile said, sighing.
Forfax gave Emile a little pat on the shoulder.
"Cheer up boyo," Forfax said. "You can't work at your best without a smile."
Emile perked right up and looked at Forfax with glee.
"Thanks, dad—I mean—sir!" Emile panicked for a moment. "I uh... just remembered that I uh... gotta go home and uh... water the plants!"
"You don't have any plants at home," Forfax reminded him. "Plus... uh... I don't mind you calling me—"
"Gotta go!" Emile said, turning straight toward the door.
"Hold it, young man," Forfax said. "I do have a job for you, Ezekiel, and Molly."
Emile looked at Forfax, this time, with curiosity.
"What job?" He asked.
Forfax took a deep breath before pulling out a photo of a woman with blonde hair, red eyes, and wearing a red suit along with red cheek marks on her face.
"Do you know who this is?" Forfax asked.