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Heaven's Halo
by
KingJustin1019
Chapter 4
Emile, Ezekiel, and Molly were standing in a cathedral. Standing before them were Forfax and the archangel Gabriel, who was standing tall and looked at the trio with his eyes full of silent fury. Emile was shaking like a leaf. Molly's eyes counted as sweat fell from her brow. Ezekiel lowered his head. Forfax sighed.
"You three should be glad that Lucifer had not caught onto your presence in Hell," Gabriel said. "Because if he did, we wouldn't be having this conversation right here."
Not one of the three dared to speak up. Not while Gabriel was in a bad mood.
"You three went down into Hell without my approval and then made a blessing in Hell," Gabriel said, now turning his gaze upon Forfax. "And you, Forfax, ordered them to do so."
"I-If I may, um... l-lord Gabriel—"
Gabriel slammed his hands on the table and got up from behind his desk.
"Do any of you understand the consequences of your actions?!" Gabriel yelled.
Molly dropped to her knees and started rocking back and forth while Emile's shaking intensified. Ezekiel bowed his head before Gabriel. Forfax sighed and looked to Gabriel with shame in his heart.
"Just what were you all thinking?!" Gabriel said. "In case any of you hadn't noticed, the tensions between Heaven and Hell are already stressed enough as it is! The last thing we want is to give the King of Hell the impression that what happened last night is a prelude to all-out war!"
Gabriel grabbed his forehead.
"Damnit... I should have just quit when I had the chance..." Gabriel sighed. "Ugh..."
He sat back down.
"You three can go... I don't have time for this..." Gabriel said. "For now, you three are off the hook, but if something like this ever happens again, just know that I have Deerie on speed dial."
The trio gulped at the mention of Deerie. Any angel would shit themselves if they ever heard the name Deerie. Even Lucifer would cower in fear at the very mention of her. Every angel that has ever reported to Deerie would come out looking fine for one second and then be found curled up into a corner with the fear of God in their eyes the next. She may look like an innocent little angelic version of Bambi, but beneath that appearance is a sadistic monster who probably gets off to torturing her fellow angels. The trio quickly rushed out. Forfax was about to leave, but Gabriel spoke.
"Not you, Forfax," Gabriel said. "I'm afraid we must talk about this."
Forfax looked at Gabriel.
"Tell me, was this your idea?" Gabriel asked. "And I ask nothing but the truth from you."
Forfax knew this was going to be a long day. He sighed and looked at Gabriel.
"Truth be told, the idea came from Lord Raphael, Lord Jophiel, and Lady Zadkiel," Forfax said. "They took it to Prince Michael and he supported the idea before sending me the order."
Gabriel stayed silent. He looked at a jar filled with black coffee. He took the jar and took a few sips from it before putting it back down.
"So... Z and Raph were the ones who came up with that idea," Gabriel said. "The Seraphim would lose their heads if they caught onto this."
"They were using secure channels to minimize the risk of a leak," Forfax said.
Gabriel sighed. Forfax understood what Gabriel is going through. This job that he was given takes quite a toll on the archangel. Lord Gabriel was entrusted with the duty of watching over mankind, which was not an easy job and required that he continues to commit to it. This, coupled with the fact that he is in charge of Vilon, has left him under duress. The Seraphim weren't exactly doing Gabriel any favors either by watching him. Their true loyalties lay within God.
Forfax formed H.A.L.O as a means of keeping an eye on humanity while lightening the burden put on Gabriel. Of course, Forfax knew that things aren't always that simple, especially when some of his agents end up doing something that might even add more stress to Gabriel. That and relations between Heaven and Hell are already straining enough as it is. If Lucifer gets mad about something, things could get ugly.
"Lucifer won't like the fact that his only daughter is receiving help from us," Gabriel said. "Are you sure this was the best course of action?"
Forfax hesitated for a moment before giving his answer.
"I'm sure of it," Forfax said.
"Blitzo?" Charlie uttered.
"Charlie?" The imp asked.
Blitzo got out of the casket and looked at Charlie. It had been quite some time since he had seen her. The last time he did see her was that little advertising bit about her hotel. He looked at the supposed hotel that was standing behind her. The place looked a bit run-down from the outside. He looked at Charlie, trying to come up with something to say to her.
"So... uh... long time no see, Charlie," Blitzo said. "You... uh... haven't changed a bit, aside from the fact that you're a little taller than I remember."
"And you've been getting bigger lately..." Charlie said.
He heard another casket being cracked open. He turned to see Moxxie rise out of it.
"Why did they have to shoot us out of a cannon?" Moxxie asked. "Millie? Are you ok?"
The last casket opened and Millie got up. She was holding her head.
"Yeah, I'm still here Moxxie..." Millie said.
Charlie looked at the two imps. "Are they your friends?"
"No, they're my employees," Blitzo said. "And they're married."
He hopped out of the casket, holding a mug in his hand. The other two imps came out of the coffins and walked over to Charlie.
"M and M, meet—"
"Princess Charlie Morningstar..." Moxxie responded. "Oh crumbs... uh... h-hello, your majesty! T-The name's Moxxie!"
"Howdy there, your highness," Millie said.
"You don't have to be so formal with me," Charlie said. "You can just call me Charlie."
"You didn't even let me finish..." Blitzo grumbled.
Charlie felt her heart skip a beat. She hadn't seen Blitzo for a long time. She hugged the imp.
"It's good to finally see you again, Blitzo," Charlie said.
"Eh, don't push it, princess," Blitzo said. "At least you're doing just fine."
"Um... sir?" Moxxie spoke up. "Is that building what I think it is?"
"Huh?" Blitzo asked.
"You know, from that live broadcast about the..." Moxxie looked at Milly. "What was it called again?"
"I think it was the Happy Hotel, right?" Milly asked.
"Oh! You saw that?!" Charlie said with excitement, hugging Blitzo tightly.
Blitzo felt his spine bending and his lungs being crushed. He was having trouble breathing.
"Charlie! Can't... breathe! Can't breathe!" Blitzo said.
Charlie gasps and releases him. He began to breathe deeply, gasping for air.
"Blitzo... I'm so sorry, I—"
"No... I'm fine... just... give me a sec..."
Blitzo sat down and looked at the hotel.
'So that's the Happy Hotel Charlie was talking about on that broadcast...' Blitzo thought. "So... did you get any guests yet or something?"
Charlie scratches the back of her head before sighing and crouching. She had a sad look on her face, arms crossing each other as she held herself.
"No... just a few patrons and staff..." Charlie said. "And that broadcast didn't go so well..."
Blitzo became increasingly concerned for her. He had to say something to cheer her up. One such thing popped into his head.
"You still got the best singing voice I've ever heard," Blitzo said. "Sure, there's Verosika Mayday, but I doubt she'd hold a candle to you if you got into the idol business."
Charlie looked at Blitzo and blushed. She looked away, looking bashful.
"S-Stop it... y-you can't be serious..." Charlie said. "I mean, me? An idol?"
"Hey, don't be like that," Blitzo said. "I'm serious. You'd make a killing in the idol business. It might even help you fund the hotel."
Charlie looked back at Blitzo and smiled.
"You always know what to say to cheer me up, don't you?" Charlie asked.
"Maybe I'm reading your mind or something," Blitzo said.
The door opened and Vaggie came outside.
"Hon, you've been out for an hour and..." Vaggie looked at the three imps, who were all looking at her. "Charlie, why are there imps and coffins and why is one of them holding a mug?"
Blitzo looked at the mug in his hand. It was filled with the same foam substance found inside the coffin. Charlie got up and looked at Vaggie.
"It's a long story, Vaggie," Charlie said. "Come on, Blitzo, let me show you around the place!"
Blitzo got up and started to walk with her.
"Sir, shouldn't we focus on getting back home?" Moxxie asked. "I mean, Loona must be—"
"Don't worry, I'll give her a call..." Blitzo paused. "As soon as I check my phone."
He began to check his pockets.
Emile had come back to his apartment with Molly and Ezekiel in tow. The boy sat on the couch with Molly sitting next to him. Ezekiel sat down on a chair and sighed.
"I didn't think we'd get chewed out by lord Gabriel..." Emile said. "He really can be scary when you make him angry..."
"That's nothing compared to Camael," Ezekiel said. "If you get her mad, she'll make do more than a hundred pushups."
Emile shivered upon hearing that. Training under Camael was anything but enjoyable. So many pushups... so many laps... so many sit-ups... so much exercise... it was like Hell. He could remember meeting Lady Camael for the first time when he went under training to become part of the Heavenly Host.
Emile stood before a woman wearing white-gold-red chainmail armor with six wings coming out of her back. She had a sword in her hand. The blade in question was pointing down to the ground. Standing next to her was a soldier wearing white-red armor. The woman had eyes that were as red as her flamboyant red hair.
"It's him Lady Camael. One of the recruits who made it through selection," The soldier said. "Go easy on him, it's his first time here being here."
"Right..." Camael responded. "Life name: Emile Hogarth, Death name: Pale Snake... a rather dumb as hell death name, but I guess I can't be picky with you recruits."
She puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Welcome to the Heavenly Host, that is if you make it through boot camp alive in just one month without breaking," Camael said. "Just so you know, some of my combat instructors and I are not going to pull any punches on your training, so you better be prepared for what's coming in these four weeks of training. We are going to make a man out of you, assuming you don't break within those four weeks that is."
"I still remember when Camael put me under all that training..." Emile said. "Now I know how my father, his father, and his father before felt when they went through boot camp."
He thought back to his father, who was a war veteran in Vietnam. His father was drafted into the army during that time. His father had been put through rigorous training at boot camp. It was no secret to Emile that his whole family (at least his father's side of the family) had fought in numerous wars. His grandfather served the Marines during WWII, fighting the Japanese in Okinawa and surviving the deadly Battle of Sugar Loaf Hill. His great-grandfather survived in the trenches of WWI. Some of his ancestors fought on the side of the Union during the Civil War and he had another ancestor who fought under the command of George Washington in the American Revolutionary War. Emile wasn't interested in being a soldier as his father was. He wanted to be like his mother, a psychiatrist. Now here he was, here in Heaven as a member of the most potent fighting force in the known universe. Ironic, he thought to himself. He was technically a soldier, a spy, and a police officer rolled up together.
"Oh yeah, I keep forgetting that your whole family has fought for Uncle Sam," Molly said.
"Except my mom has never fought in any wars whatsoever," Emile said. "She's a psychiatrist, remember?"
"Oh, yeah, that too," Molly said. "Still, I'm glad we got to see my brother again."
"Yeah..." Emile said.
His thoughts went back to his mother, who is still alive down on Earth. He hadn't seen her in a while. He wondered just how she was doing down there. Hopefully, she was moving on, pulling herself back together piece by piece. He knew things would never be the same again, especially after that fateful day he died during a school shooting.
He could remember the day he died like it was only yesterday. It happened right at the end of his freshman year.
The shooter was from a different class. He could remember that the shooter had been bullied up until his final moments. He tried to talk the shooter down, hoping to reason with the shooter. He knew it was a terrible idea, but he wasn't just going to sit there and do nothing about it. He knew that this wasn't some cold-blooded killer. This was a person who had been through hell. He could remember just how much the shooter's hands were shaking as he was holding the gun. After a lengthy bout of conversation, the shooter was starting to loosen up.
If only he had more time before the police showed up and started coming in with guns in hand.
The shooter immediately turned to the police, raising the gun at the officers. Without even thinking, he threw himself in front of the gun as the trigger was pulled. The bullet went right into his chest and punctured his heart. He felt the bullet coming in hot and the smell of gunpowder went up his nose. He felt the bullet smash through one of his ribs, along with a burning sensation right where he was shot.
That was that and the rest was simply history from there. He died from a point-blank gunshot wound and nothing could be done about it.
When he had come down to Earth to find his mom, he saw her crying over his grave, which had been surrounded by flowers that his high school friends brought. He felt the sadness and the pain in her heart just a few meters away from the congregation of people who were attending his funeral. The sight of his grieving mother nearly broke him. She was once a woman who was so full of life and happiness. He silently said his goodbyes and went back to Heaven.
Hell
Blitzo was with Charlie, looking at Pentagram City from the balcony in her private room. It was a beautiful sight. It almost made him forget the natural chaos and carnage that goes around in Hell. He looked up at her as she looked at him.
"You know, I might not get tired of this sight," Blitzo said.
"Yeah, me too," Charlie said. "How long has it been since we were together like this?"
"I dunno, I lost count," Blitzo said. "I still can't believe that you're still going through with this whole redemption thing."
"Yeah, especially after that... disaster of a live broadcast..." Charlie said, looking a bit sad.
"Hey, don't think about it," Blitzo said. "Katie Killjoy can go fuck herself. She's just in it for the ratings."
"So you say..." Charlie said.
Blitzo looked out at the city again.
"You know, it feels good to be with you again," Blitzo said. "So... you like girls now?"
"Huh? Oh, you mean Vaggie?" Charlie asked. "Well... I'm bisexual."
Blitzo smirked. "Of course, how could I forget? You were engaged to Seviathan."
"Yeah, and you punched him in the face hard," Charlie said. "And you went at him at full throttle."
"I didn't like how he was treating you," Blitzo said. "Then again, I never liked him at all."
The two laughed together. They stopped and looked at each other before heading back inside the room. Charlie looked down, frowning.
"Is... is it true?" Charlie asked. "That you're the CEO of I.M.P?"
"Ah, you heard about me already?" Blitzo asked. "Why are you asking?"
Charlie looked at Blitzo, this time, with sadness in her eyes. Blitzo felt a stinging sensation in his chest.
"I'm glad you got to see what Earth is like, but going there to kill people..." Charlie trails off. "I can understand that you need money, but you don't have to kill people..."
Blitzo sighed. He should have Charlie would be against what he's been doing.
"Look, there are sinners in Hell who want to settle the score with those who fucked them over in the past," Blitzo said. "And yeah, I'm well aware of the fact that Hell is overpopulated, and what I'm doing is only adding more fuel to the fire."
Charlie sighed.
"I can't blame you if it's about money, but you could have at least come to me first, we could have worked something out..." Charlie said. "Anyway, how did you get up to the living world in the first place?"
"Well, let's just say I made a business arrangement with Stolas—"
Charlie gasps. "You met my uncle Stolas?!" She was smiling.
"Stolas is your uncle?!" Blitzo asked. "He never said anything about—yes, we met when we were kids."
"Wow..." Charlie said. "So you two were childhood friends, that's... oh my god..."
"Yeah, I know, right?" Blitzo asked. "Oh... shit."
"What?" Charlie asked.
"Loony..." Blitzo said. "I forgot to tell her that I came back!"
"Wait, who's Loony?" Charlie asked.
"My adoptive daughter, now do you have a phone I can use?" Blitzo asked. "I'll explain everything later."
Emile was taking a shower. He needed some time to reflect. His thoughts took him back to the interrogation he had with the imp.
"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?"
"I have proof," Emile said, bringing up a couple of newspaper clippings and putting them down on the table. On the clippings were photos of a house being burnt down and a photo of an entire family and a headline talking about a fire that went down in Los Angeles and a corpse of someone who looked like Brennon Ragers and much more. He then put down a file on the table.
"An entire family burnt down in their own home, a dead actor, and a fire in LA..." Emile said before opening the file. "You wouldn't have had anything to do with all that, would you?"
"I... uh... um..."
"See this picture here? That's you, right there, isn't it?"
The imp was sweating bullets.
He had the imp cornered, but without sufficient evidence to officially charge the imp for several counts of murder and arson, he resorted to charging the imp for illegal possession of firearms in the mortal realm (demons are not allowed to bring any guns from Hell to Earth), illegally entering the mortal realm, and resisting arrest. The trial was a swift one with angel Raguel acting as the judge. The imp, having been found guilty of all three charges, would have gotten thrown in prison if there weren't more pressing issues that the Heavenly Judicial Court had to attend to that day. Raguel gave the imp a very stern warning that if he shows up to this court ever again, he would face a life or death sentence.
He shifted his thoughts away from the interrogation and began to think of something else, something that would get his mind off it.
Like Molly, the spider girl that he first fell in love with while he was in Heaven. The girl was formerly a member of New York's notorious crime family that existed since Prohibition, the Ragno Family, run by the late—now living in Hell—Henroin "Henry" Ragno. Despite being the daughter of a notorious crime boss, she was surprisingly a very sweet and kind person. She was a talented singer and an incredible dancer who knew how to attract an audience. She was a kind-hearted girl who cared about others a whole lot and had a smile that needed to be protected, no matter the cost. But as cute as her bubbly personality was, there was more to her than her personality. She had an undeniably beautiful body with voluptuous curves that make her look incredibly sexy and her wings only served to make her even more attractive than she was back when she was alive in the 40s.
He first saw her at a club in Paradiso City called "Eve's Garden." It was rather ironic that the place was named after Eve and the Garden of Eden, as the former was expelled from the latter alongside Adam after consuming the fruit of knowledge. Eve's Garden was situated in Paradise Square, the beating heart of Paradiso City. The club attracted mostly Saints who were either in the mood for some food or wanted to blow off some steam and relax. He remembered going there out of curiosity after seeing a flyer for the club. He brought Amelia with him to see the club and got some food and drinks.
Then the show began.
He saw Molly coming out on stage wearing a glittery pink-white vintage-style dress with red lipstick, pink dance shoes, long hair, black eyeliner, pink powdered cheeks, white mascara, and a thin tobacco pipe.
The song that Molly sang that day was Fly Me to the Moon, written by Bart Howard and performed by Frank Sinatra.
Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
And let me see what spring is like
On a-Jupiter and Mars
When she sang the lyrics to the song as a piano was playing, her feet, her legs, her arms, and her torso moved to the beat of the music and she danced like no one has ever danced before. He felt so attracted to the spider girl as she advanced toward the audience. Molly's presence at the time had a profound effect on most of the male angels that were present, leaving several girls jealous of her. He watched as she continued to sing and dance.
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling, kiss me
Her dancing was so enticing. She did not hold back on displaying her beauty while dancing. She was showing off her long legs, and her extravagant hair, showing her back to the audience, her eyes gazed into the hearts of men as they looked at her in awe. Emile felt a swirl of emotions in his heart. It almost reminded him of that one scene in Who Framed Roger Rabbit when Jessica Rabbit first showed up on the silver screen. She was singing that famous blues song called "Why Don't You Do Right?" in a supper club much like the one Emile and Amelia were in that fateful day. Back when he was alive, he watched that movie while his babysitter wasn't looking. He was so captivated by that scene, or rather, captivated by Jessica Rabbit herself. The way her character was designed, the way her voice sounds whenever she speaks or sings, the way she moves with such confidence and passion, and all that undeniably magnificent charm of hers. It was no surprise that Jessica Rabbit was such an iconic sex symbol. Her entire persona is practically why the titular character of the movie, Rodger Rabbit, was so infatuated (and obsessed) with her. Men wished there was a woman like her and women wished to be like her.
There he was, practically living out that entire scene in Heaven.
Fill my heart with song
And let me sing forevermore
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
It wasn't until she had gotten so close to him that he realized just how utterly beautiful this woman was. He felt her fingers on his chin, her eyes locked with his, slowly getting up, causing him to stand up as she sang the third verse of the song.
In other words, please be true
He felt her breath on his lips as the scent of her cherry-scented perfume went into his nostrils, pulling him into a near-hypnotic trance.
In other words, in other words
And then she let him sit back down on his seat, gazing straight into Molly's eyes as she said the last three words of the song.
I love you
His train of thought was suddenly interrupted when he heard the door open and turned around to see none other than Amelia standing by the door.
She was wearing something casual to make herself inconspicuous whenever she was leaving Forfax's manor to see him.
"A-Amelia?" Emile asked. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, uh... Ahem," Amelia said. "I was just coming to see you three after you got back and..."
"Amelia, wait! He's still taking a shower!" Molly came in as Amelia stepped inside.
As Amelia walked in she looked at his naked body, only for her eyes to shrink into dots before her tail feathers stood straight up and the four angel wings on her back completely spread themselves out. Her jaw dropped as the color of her feathers started to turn pale. Molly had a hand over her lips as she looked at him with wide eyes.
He was confused at first, seeing them stare at his legs. He looked down...
Only for his eyes to become wide like dinner plates at the sight of a 'holy lance' in between his legs.
'Oh no...' Emile thought as his wings moved swiftly to cover it.
Ezekiel barged in, demanding what was going on. Upon seeing Emile covering himself with wings, Ezekiel became quickly suspicious and parted the wings...
"OH, YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"
Lucifer was alone in a room. To say he looked displeased would be the understatement of the century. Behind that cold, seemingly emotionless face was anger, and lots of it. He knows what had happened in his domain and he did not like it in the slightest. Heaven has crossed the line and he demanded an explanation from the one person he thought was the one most responsible for this transgression.
He heard a door opening ever so slightly, catching a slight breeze. He turned around to see Lilith, his wife, the Queen of all Succubi, and his Queen, standing behind the door with concern in her eyes. He knew why she would be worried about him if he was in this room. No one else but he and Lilith knew about this part of the castle that sits in Lu Lu World. It is a secret underground chamber that is to only be used for special occasions. It hadn't been used for over two centuries.
"Are you sure about this, Lucifer?" Lilith asked.
"Yes, I'm positively sure about this," Lucifer said. "They have crossed the line, Lilith. I must do this.
Lilith nodded, "Just don't take too long. You know how much I worry about you when you get this serious."
He smiled, showing his teeth.
"I'll be back before you know it," Lucifer said confidently.
She closed the door. He took a deep breath. His eyes glowed a blinding white light as a blue circle of light formed in front of him.
"MICHAEL!"