Snippet #2318879

"Your eyes are my admonishment. They remind me of blood. So, please don't look at me..."

A fleeting smile that had been burned to ashes from the canvass of life. Tears fell to the ground in abhorrent denial. He had always wondered why he did not do anything to prevent it. If he had moved or if he had only spoke, perhaps the outcome would have been different from the grand design of fate. Perhaps, he would have still be watching those gentle eyes staring into the vast weaves of time. Yes, how he loved those obvious yet impossible notions. However, he would never experience that ever again as blood tainted his hands. Whose blood was on his hands? He could not remember. Or did he chose not to recall for his sanity? Whatever it may be, he just wanted it all to be washed away by the falling rain. The freezing coldness that numbed his senses without discrimination.

"You should just die. If you die, everything will be better!"

The ironic twist of that statement was something he would not refute. It was a perfect suggestion. This was the probable cause that he was now lying on the soaked earth while his blood combined with the liquid from the skies. His heart was slowly fading from its rhythmic tempo. The breath that filtered from his nose and mouth was becoming a burden to his lungs. His warmth was being robbed by the crying weather while on his chest the symbol of his despised existence protruded proudly. Yet, the small blade was taken from its sheathe which was his body. A renewed flow filtered from the now unplugged hole. The rush of death quickened its touch on him. Somehow, it was a pleasant feeling to know that rest would come upon him. He welcomed it as a reprieve from this tiring life. So, let the demise come to him without fail.

"Did you want to die? Too bad, this isn't the afterlife."

How ridiculously disappointing. The end did not bestow him the blessing of peace. So, he must move on. In this world which he feels no affinity with, he remained in a never-ending loop. It annoys him that he had to blame the one who deemed to be his savior. He should have been left to rot and be food to the worms. His existence should have been just a figment of the imagination. Yet, it did not happen as he had desired. Life was utterly a villain in disguise.

"Come on! Don't be a wuss. You'll never know. May be you're alive because..."

Being alive meant something? How overrated. People tend to give meaning to everything even to the simplest of gestures. It was moronic in his opinion. Perhaps, it was the other way around. In any case, the continuation of that sentence was a puzzle piece to him. The exact words that was spoken to him was overlapping with something else. A memory of another, the story of another that mattered the most for now. Yes, someone who was needed or could just be a disposable piece to those above and below.

"It had been a long time my friend."

The one who had spoken was the Gatekeeper of Paradiso. Soft spoken and a gentle presence to those who would be judged whether to enter or to be dismissed to the whims of reincarnation, this was the Gatekeeper's function in the elaborate system that was slowly crumbling from an unknown source.

"Not long enough as it seems, Kiy."

This brought a smile to Kiy's face who seemed to be define the hue known as blue. As for him, he had an idea for the reason of such a summon. It also did not go unnoticed by him the presence of other Angelic Essences that had been called upon to do one thing which was to clean up house. The influx of Wraiths and Spirits was getting out of hand and this threatens the delicate balance of the souls. Somehow, he could careless about such transition. It could be a good change for the monotonous ways of the world.

"You have changed. Do you regret?"

The question lingered in the cosmos that was in the space of Paradiso. However, it was answered soon enough with a rather confident and unyielding tone.

"No."

Upon hearing the answer, Kiy's smile became wider and had a warm expression on his face. The Archangel who showed much promise was sent to the realm of men without an ounce of complaint. Perhaps, it was for the better. It was then the Gatekeeper decided to discuss the matter at hand.

"I called you here because we've been charged with a very important task. If you haven't noticed already, there are Spirits and Wraiths escaping Inferno at an increasing rate. We don't know exactly what has caused this, but we need to help stop it as soon as possible.

"Our Commander has charged you all to awaken fully in the human host you've taken and head to the Order of Exorcists. As Angels, you cannot Purge a Spirit or Wraith from a human's body, thus you need the help of the Exorcist.

"Inferno is also sending their Demon's to meet with the Exorcists as well. The Demon's are the only ones who can seal the breaks in their gate. They will need help as well to exorcise the Spirits and Wraiths.

"If you cannot get the entity to return to Inferno, then you must destroy it. Only an Angel can do this, the Demons can help you to fight it and even immobilize it. However, they cannot destroy them. Be careful, these Spirits and Wraiths are tricky and can be deadly.

"Now head to Resmyrd, where the catacombs for the Order of Exorcists lay. There you will meet your future companions. I bid you luck in this endeavor."

Then a flash of bright light returned him to the reality of things, a couple of books carried in his arm and a book in his other hand as it was being placed in its respective shelf at the local library. Yes, this was the human vessel he had the opportunity to assimilate himself with. The seals on his powers had been removed to extend his essence to awaken powers to aid the erasure of Wraiths and Spirits in this realm of men.

An expected surprise and confusion were present on his host's face. The books that was being carried fell to the ground. Fortunately, the library was still closed and the opening time has yet to come. In an effort to appease his vessel, they both conversed within the privacy of the consciousness. Thousands of questions and grievances were thrown at him by the human vessel. However, he had only answered one question and that was enough for the human.

"This time, you can finally die."

With that, the human consciousness that had resisted him so passionately dissipated. Acceptance flooded through the stagnant space of their minds. It was then the Angelic Essence was able to fully merge himself to the human host without resistance. The next time those eyes opened, there was now a more defiant tinge in those blood red eyes.

"It is now time for a new job."

After saying that, the doors to the library were opened. Sound of bells chimed which was used as a sort of alarm. He could only judge it as his employer who was a middle-aged man around his fifties. Noticing his presence, the elderly man greeting him with a pleasant smile.

"Good morning, Sangre."

Sangre picked up the books that littered the ground before answering the greeting. "I quit. I despise perverted old men."

Placing the books in its proper sections, Sangre then walked passed the rather shocked man who did not expect those words. He had known for sometime the lecherous looks being given to him the subtle passes of lustful implications. However, he ignored for there was nothing better to do until now. The only sound that rang through the library was the ringing of bells and closing of the doors. Once outside, he had only one destination in mind.

"Next stop, Resmyrd."