Snippet #2816078

@St.Valentine

Gabriel followed only up to the entrance of the crypt, for he was not allowed access any further. The energies that swirled beneath were too dark and heavy in contrast to his ethereal light. His brows furrowed as if willing the boy to see of lives past.

”You will watch over him, promise me, angel,” boomed Adacio’s voice, tremoring in pain as he lowered himself into the tomb. “You promise me.”

Gabriel stood alongside Assaciel who was cradling a tiny, quiet bundle, writhing in a golden fleeced blanket. He motioned for them to come closer, raising a quivering hand to the baby’s head, but immediately recoiling as a blinding light erupted between them like a lightning strike.

“You’ve fallen, Adacio,” Gabriel said solemnly, his eyes casting to the ground. “You know that he cannot he touched by your hands. His Nephilim blood protects him.”

Adacio scowled, his grey eyes misting with sadness. His once white hair started to turn inky black, and the ethereal glow that had graced his features quickly began fading.

“Promise me,” Adacio repeated. “Only his blood, his hands, and his voice can open this crypt. If he perishes, then so shall I.”

As he began to chant, the light in the crypt faded, swallowed instead by pitch black shadows erupting from each crevice. A thin gold line etched itself along the Nephilim boy’s heart, and with one final roar of agony that reverberated through the walls, Adacio was consumed by the darkness of his sealed tomb.

“I promise.” Gabriel answered.

The angel’s eyes flashed with the memory. His lips began to mouth the words of an ancient language he knew was sleeping inside the boy.

“The answer is in your heart, boy,” he whispered, his wings spreading wide as the ground rumbled beneath them. “Awaken. Awaken. Nephilim, awaken!”