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Snow forest- Part 2
Calhoun took a step towards her, staring into her brown eyes, "I want to show you something. You will understand it. I promise."
They then continued to walk until they reached the lake that felt familiar to Madeline as if she had been here before. But at the same time, she thought she had never come visit this town or anywhere near it.
Calhoun let go of her hand, he started to walk towards the edge of the lake. Bending down, he started to remove the snow away from the ground, and it made her wonder what he wanted to show her.
Madeline stepped closer to him, and she saw Calhoun continue to dig his hand into the snow until he finally pulled out mud. She found his behaviour to be rather strange, "What are you looking for?" she asked him.
Calhoun then finally took out black ashes from the ground before letting it blow away with the wind. "Do you know what this is, Madeline?"
"Dust?"
Hearing her response, he chuckled, "Yes, you are right. Dust of the woman whom I once loved and thought she was mine." Hearing this was enough to have Madeline's head ring like the church bell and she quickly took many steps away from him. He looked up at her with a smirk on his face.
"Darian," whispered Madeline and the demon didn't make an effort to stand up. He continued to hold the appearance of Calhoun, looking at her with vengeful eyes.
"I see that you know me, but we haven't met before. I am Darian, the first level demon, the superior one," said Darian. He continued to dig his hand in the mud to pull out more black ashes and throw it on the white snow.
"I know you. Enough that you impersonated an archangel to convince me to kill myself," Madeline's wings quickly spread out from her back. This time they were white in colour and not covered in blood as they had taken a complete form. When she readied her hand, an icicle appeared in her hand, and she looked at him apprehensively.
Darian looked excited by the sight of her wings, and when his eyes fell on her hand, he chuckled. "It looks like you received your mother's ability, or did she pass it to you before she died? You should not believe what others say about me, and you should hear it from me directly, Madeline. I know you are a smart woman, unlike your mother, who didn't heed to my orders."
Madeline gritted her teeth, "If you are planning to take over the world and go against Heaven, you will never succeed in it. It would only be right that you beg for forgiveness now rather than be destroyed."
Darian who had impersonated Calhoun, his face and body slowly started to transform into the face that she had seen in Astrate's memories when she had visited Hell last night.
The man's eyes turned pitch black.
"Did you think I am like those mere demons who have no abilities and ambition?" asked Darian. His finger moved in a circular motion on the surface of the muddy ground. "I am one of the very first demons, and I was born to rule this place. I have been living in shadows and watching you and the people near you. Did you think I wouldn't have an elaborate plan?"
Madeline softly gulped, her feet moving backwards while her eyes didn't leave the sight of the demon who was still sitting in the same spot.
"The Devil is busy with things going on in Hell because of the chaos I have unleashed by freeing the prisoners. If you are thinking that Calhoun will come to save you, he will not be finding you anytime soon. I have enough time to kill and take your soul with me," chuckled Darian, "Oh, and about that Salvette Mortem."
"What did you do to it?" Madeline's eyes narrowed at him.
"Don't worry about it. I made sure that it is following my servant who is impersonating as you. My servant will keep it busy and away from us," smiled Darian. He got up from the ground, facing Madeline. "I have been waiting for years. Your mother betrayed me quite badly, something I didn't foresee. I should have known that something like that would happen. For a demon, she had a weak heart."
"It is because of you that she is dead," whispered Madeline, "I don't think you know how to let go of things."
Darian shook his head, "You are right," and he took a step forward. Madeline's hold on the icicle tightened, and her heart started to race out of worry because she didn't know what this demon was capable of. "You know, I loved Marina, and somewhere she loved me too, but the angel screwed up everything."
"Did you resurrect Astrate?" Madeline demanded from Darian.
"It was just her appearance that was projecting with my anger," responded Darian. "That time, I didn't know that you had an alliance with the Devil. If he wasn't there, I would have cut out your heart."
"You would have cut out my sister's heart," Madeline knew it wasn't the time to correct him, but for a demon who claimed to be the oldest of demons and a knowledgeable one, the execution of his plan was terrible, and this was what gave Madeline hope that she would be fine.
"It doesn't matter anymore. Your mother died, knowing I would hunt her and the child growing inside her. Paschar was the person I was waiting for, but instead, he changed her heart and Marina fell in love with him. She dodged our questions, changing towns and villages so that it would be hard to track them down. Not to forget, Paschar's relationship with a demoness was not permitted in Heaven," explained Darian. Suddenly he disappeared from his place and he appeared in front of her.
Before Madeline had the opportunity to stick the icicle into the demon's heart, Darian had caught hold of her head, and he smashed it to the nearest tree.
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Snow forest- Part 3
Madeline tried to fight back, but the demon as he had said earlier, was a level one demon and his strength was enormous. She felt her head turn dizzy and spin because of the collision, while feeling something wet and warm drip down from the side of her head.
"I have planned it for years, but the only thing I didn't expect was the Devil having a grandchild, less a child," Darian sneered at that thought, "That is enough to tell how unfit he is to rule Hell. Let me cut your heart now," he said, raising his hand and readying to push it through her chest.
Before Darian could push his hand through Madeline's chest to grab her heart, an icicle made its way through his palm that ripped his hand. The demon groaned in pain, and Madeline quickly brought another icicle in her hand before pushing it through his chest where his heart was.
When she tried to fly away from the place using her wings, she couldn't do it. No matter how much her wings flapped in speed, she was unable to lift herself from the ground. She heard the laughter of the demon that echoed in the forest.
"When are the people from the living world ever going to learn and listen to what is told to them?" asked Darian with a tired sigh. He placed his hand on the icicle that Madeline had pushed into his chest a few seconds ago. "I don't have a heart for you to kill me. I thought you would know at least that much. Your wings won't work here. None of that angelic trash abilities. I have cleaned this part of the land."
"Yet, I see dirt," muttered Madeline under her breath. Darian's eyes narrowed at her words while a smile came to settle on his lips.
"You were such a good girl, Madeline. Just like your mother, sweet and innocent. What happened to you? You happen to be speaking a lot when you should know that it will only make me want not just to rip your heart but also your head off the body," stated Darian.
Madeline glared at Darian, "It must be my husband's influence."
"I guessed."
Madeline didn't make use of close-range when it came to attacking the demon, instead she turned the nearby snow into icicles that flew at Darian, allowing the space increase between them.
It had been quite some time since they left the High House's quarters, and Calhoun by now might have known she was missing, thought Madeline to herself. It was only a matter of time Calhoun would be here. But at the same time, if Darian had placed a spell here so that no one would interrupt them, Madeline understood that she would have to deal with him all by herself and kill him.
While Madeline was thinking about it, Darian, who was far away, appeared right behind her. Before he could grab her, Madeline had created a thick wall of ice, stopping him for a moment and allowing her to escape from him.
In the High House quarters, Calhoun realized Darian had abducted Madeline, and he gritted his teeth in anger. He should have known that the demon was waiting for an opportunity to take Madeline away from him. Closing his eyes, he tried to locate her, but she was nowhere in the town. Picking her scent that was faintly in the air, his wings quickly sprouted from his back.
He didn't bother to find an open space to leave. Instead, he used the window where Madeline had been standing next to.
When a loud crash was heard outside the meeting room, Helena, who was inside the room frowned. She stepped outside and saw the broken window and glass pieces on the ground.
"What happened here?" Helena demanded the young man who stood with his eyes wide.
"M-Milady, King Calhoun has wings!" replied the young man and Helena's eyes narrowed.
"Seriously. Calhoun could have used the door instead of breaking the glass," she walked towards the window, seeing the King was nowhere in the sky and had disappeared from there. With a loud sigh, she turned back to look at the young man, "Get this cleaned right this instant!" and she walked back inside the room.
Back in the isolated forest, Madeline didn't know how long she would be able to keep herself away from the demon. He had unexplainable abilities that were hard to keep up with.
"Are you going to sacrifice and make use of me like the other demons?" asked Madeline, trying to drag the time between them.
But Darian saw through Madeline's plan, and he didn't indulge himself in the small talk. His face started to morph itself back to Calhoun's face, turning Madeline uncomfortable.
Within a moment, Darian caught hold of Madeline's neck, and he pushed her down on the snow ground.
"I will make the sacrifice quick, and you don't have to feel sad. I am sure you will find more peace by being killed by a person who looks the same as your husband," chuckled Darian. Madeline tried to get up, but Darian's hands held her in an iron grip, and she couldn't move her hands or legs. "Since the very beginning, everything has been planned, and I have been waiting for you."
"You are digging your own grave," Madeline said with difficulty. He readied his hand for the second time, and his hand transformed into a sharp blade-like knife.
Looking down at Madeline, Darian smiled, "Even if not today, we were fated to meet each other in the future so that I can kill you, Madeline. After all, you are Marina and that bastard angel's daughter."
The icicles that appeared behind Darian disintegrated to dust as if the demon's power was multiplying. Madeline tried racing her mind on what to do. She was not just an angel but also a demon! If Darian had nullified her angelic powers, her demon ability was still working that came from her mother.
Darian didn't wait, and he pushed his hand into her chest, and Madeline screamed in agony feeling her flesh being torn, and it started to bleed as the sharp blade of hand went deeper into her chest.
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Gone- Part 1
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Madeline felt the sharp blade-like hand pierce through her flesh as if it was ripping her chest apart beneath which her heart continued to beat. She tried to use the icicles that she could manifest by using the snow on the ground.
But when Madeline sent the icicle flying at him, Darian caught hold of it with ease, and with one crush of his hand, the icicle turned to nothing but white dust.
"There were many demons who belonged to the first level which we call it to be the superior level. But very few made it through as once the Devil ascended the throne, he sent out an order to capture all the level one demons and were thrown to the pits of Hell so that the demons would scorch and extinguish them from the underworld," said Darian. He pushed his hand further into her chest and more blood started to spilt out from Madeline's chest to drip down on the white ground, turning it red.
Madeline flinched in pain, unable to think of a spell. She had never felt any blade or hand in her chest trying to get hold of her heart. She slowly tried to inhale air. Her one hand was on the ground, grabbing the snow, while the other tried to push his hand away from her.
Darian sat on top of Madeline, and he had a maddening smile as if a whole wave of happiness had been thrown at him.
"Even if you take my heart out of my body, you will never be able to make use of my powers or abilities. It will never be yours," Madeline gritted her teeth, and she wondered if this was how Lucy had felt on the night when Samuel had harmed her.
The demon chuckled in delight, "I am not any mere demon, but a demon who can absorb abilities by killing the other. Have you not heard about it? There are only a few of us who still exist with that ability, while the rest of them have perished thanks to the Devil," explained Darian. "It is time to say goodbye and join your mother, Madeline," he smiled at her.
If she wasn't born to a demon and an angel, Madeline doubted she would have been able to live this long with the amount of blood that profusely oozed out of her chest. But her mind was turning dizzy and her body weak, after all, she was still a person from the living world.
When Darian moved his hand in another direction on Madeline's chest as if he were cutting a cake, he whispered spells to start the sacrificial ritual. Madeline's eyes turned pitch white. Her hand that was on the ground, held the snow in her fist and it converted it into a sharp blade that was sharper than Darian's hand that was trying to cut her heart out.
It was a throwing starblade that rotated in Madeline's hand, and within the next second, her hand went towards his neck. The blade sliced the front part of the demon's neck, and Darian who hadn't expected it jumped away from her.
Darian placed his hand on his neck where black blood started to drip down. The demon glared at Madeline with rage-filled eyes. All he needed was to make another cut before whispering the last spell that would pull out her heart from her chest. He was so fucking close!
Madeline didn't know if she could move or not, and she could hear her heart beating loudly.
The blade in her hand continued to spin, and slowly she tried to get up to sit on the ground.
"Why do you resist when you know I will kill you now or later? There's no point in unnecessarily trying to drag the time," commented Darian, and he turned his other hand into a blade too. His appearance continued to stay that of her husband, and it troubled her.
She knew the demon who was in front of her wasn't Calhoun. The demon had smartly impersonated Calhoun's appearance and somewhere it weakened Madeline's heart.
"Your ambition is pointless," stated Madeline, "If you wanted to rule Hell, you had all the opportunity to do it before the Devil came into the picture. You were eyeing Heaven, believing there was nothing in the place where you had born and lived. It was only after that you realized that Hell was as valuable as Heaven."
Madeline's eyes had not returned from the pitch white. Even though Darian had tried to block any possible angelic magic from being used here, Madeline was still able to bring out her true nature and abilities.
She slowly stood up to face the demon who had pitch-black eyes.
"You don't deserve to live anywhere," whispered Madeline, "Less rule one." Her words were enough to irk the demon, and he ran right at her with his hands ready to swipe and cut her into pieces. It didn't matter anymore to him if Madeline would be damaged as the only thing he cared about was her heart and soul.
Madeline picked up the snow in her other hand, and the blade that was rotating in her hand turned to a strong sword and another formed in her other hand. The swords were made of unbreakable ice, and they clashed against Darian's hands that tried to break them. He uttered a spell that sent a gust of wind from where they were, sending birds that had perched themselves in the nearby trees to fly away from there.
He clashes both his hands against each together, and the gust of wind that had moved outward, moved back in the reverse order. He brought his bat-like wings out of his back to move up in the air, leaving the spell to attack Madeline.
Madeline tried to protect herself from the collision by covering herself with her wings that took the hit, and the feathers caught fire.
"Give up, Madeline," Darian shouted, whispering another spell. Many branches from the trees broke, and they came flying towards Madeline, ready to pierce through her body.
In return, Madeline bent down and placed her hand on the ground for walls of ice to appear in front of the flying branches, and they fell.
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Gone- Part 2
Madeline felt a sudden pain shoot downwards from her heart, and she looked down at her chest and noticed the blood that continued to drip. She placed her hand on her chest, but the bleeding didn't stop.
"Even if you have the blood of the demon and an angel running through your veins, you need to remember that you are still a person who was born in the living world," Darian tutted her. His wings flapped behind him, keeping him up in the air and away from her. "All I need to do is bleed you to death, which is already happening," he stared at her.
And as he said this, her vision started to turn black and returned every few seconds.
"How are you feeling, Madeline?" When Madeline opened her eyes, Darian wasn't up in the sky. Instead, he stood right behind her. Before Madeline could retaliate, her reflex had turned slow and Darian threw her from where she stood at the tree, and she fell with an oomph.
The pain started to spread across every part of her body, and it hindered her thoughts and movements. Because of the blood that was oozing out, her body had turned weak. She didn't get up and sat down on the ground. She let her hands rest on the ground, and her body leaning forward as she gasped for air.
Madeline thought Darian didn't have any reason to lie to her right now, and she wondered if this was how she would die. Here in the forest all alone by herself, thought Madeline in her mind. Her wings disappeared from her back, and Darian stepped back on the ground.
"Don't you feel angry for how your father didn't come to help you? An angel is supposed to come and save the ones who are in pain, but it looks like he isn't here when you need him the most," chuckled Darian, making his way towards Madeline. "I used to wonder how Marina fell in love with an angel. I mean demons and angels are far apart. I was a much better choice for her."
"You sound more miserable than I am," whispered Madeline, and she raised her head to look at the demon who came to stand right in front of her.
Darian sat down to level himself with Madeline. "You remind me of her," said Darian, catching hold of Madeline's lower jaw in his hand. "The face structure, and the way you speak and the flare in the eyes that is often cold."
Madeline looked at Darian's face who looked like Calhoun, and she placed her hand on the side of his face. She felt her heartache, and she wondered if she would be able to stay alive before Calhoun would find her. Even though they were far away from each other, Madeline could imagine how frustrated and angry Calhoun was as he searched for her frantically.
"Death brings nothing, but sometimes there are deaths that bring peace in the world. Do you agree to it, Darian?" asked Madeline.
"Are you still thinking about defeating me?" questioned Darian, looking at Madeline with a mocking smile on his lips. "You are nothing but a mortal. Let me take your heart and soul, and you shall live in the memories forever."
He let go of Madeline's face, and she lowered her head, feeling her chest ache even more, and she didn't know how much more time she had. If Darian got hold of her soul and made use of it, the little peace that currently existed in the lands would be destroyed.
"I won't let you do that," whispered Madeline and Darian tilted his head.
"We are running out of time," said Darian, and he pushed Madeline to sit upright against the tree.
When Darian's hand reached for Madeline's heart, she grabbed hold of his face, and started to mutter spells under her breath. Darian tried to get away from her, but he felt she had turned strong for some odd reason. She pushed him to the ground.
"You are not worthy of any judgement," stated Madeline and Darian went to stop her, but Madeline's hand was quick to move towards the other side of his chest, and she got hold of his heart that he lied of not having. The demon's heart wasn't on the left but on the right side.
"H-how did you know?" Darian asked, alarmed with his eyes wide.
"I could see your heart that is filled with deceit and lies. It is too dark not to notice it," Madeline's words were calm.
"I will find you again and kill you!" threatened Darian, his words coming in gasps. The next second, she pulled his heart out, and blood splattered out of his chest.
Soon Darian's body started to convulse, and the words he wanted to utter turned to nothing but a spluttering mess before his body combusted and left behind a dark shadow of ash in the place where he had earlier laid on the ground.
Suddenly the atmosphere turned lighter and brighter, the heaviness in the air had been lifted, and Madeline felt she could breathe again, but it wasn't easy. Considering how the blood continued to spill from her body, she could feel her strength leave her.
Madeline pushed herself to stand up, starting to walk in the direction by looking at the sun that helped her guide her. She wondered if she would be able to make it on time in reaching Calhoun, but ten steps away from where Darian had been destroyed, a Salvette Mortem appeared in front of her, and Madeline doubted it was the same one who Vladimir had assigned.
"It seems like my time has come too," whispered Madeline, and it didn't bother her because she knew if the creature of the death was going to take her to Hell, she would be able to see Calhoun there again.
Her consciousness started to sway, and her vision began to dim until she finally fell on the ground.
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Gone- Part 3
The Salvette Mortem whose hand had nothing a few seconds ago, an axe appeared in its hand that was bloody. It looked down at the girl who didn't move and had stopped breathing.
The creature of death, slowly moved towards the girl so that it could deliver her soul to Hell. But at the same time, a pair of white wings appeared in front of it, blocking its way. It was Gabriel, who wore white robes and his white wings that were present on his back.
"You are quite fast," said Gabriel, who had arrived at the place after sensing the dark energy that Darian had sent earlier before attacking Madeline a few minutes ago in the forest.
The Salvette Mortem didn't pay heed to the words spoken by the archangel, and it tried to get hold of the girl's soul when Gabriel pushed it away with his hand. "Her soul doesn't belong to Hell but Heaven." He hadn't expected for Madeline to die, but now that she was dead, it was only right to guide her soul in the right direction instead of letting the Devil take charge of her innocent soul. Once the soul would register to be part of Hell, there was no taking it back, and her heart would slowly taint itself.
The Salvette Mortem was not pleased seeing the angel trying to disrupt the order given to it. It opened its mouth to speak something to Gabriel.
"I don't care what the Devil wants. I won't allow this child's soul to be tainted. Not one that is pure," responded Gabriel, and he raised his hand to swipe in front of the creature and the Salvette Mortem faded into the background of the forest.
Gabriel walked towards where Madeline laid unmoving on the ground. Blood had been spilt around her, and when he turned her around, he noticed the damage that had been done to her. His eyes lowered, and he murmured,
"This is what happens when angels step into the living world."
She was the daughter of Paschar, and it was only right to take her to Heaven where she could lead her afterlife in peace after the hardships she went through in the living world.
Gabriel's head moved in the direction where he heard the sound of wings flapping against each other. His lips pressed itself in a thin line, and he turned around to pick up Madeline in his arms before disappearing from there as if they didn't exist.
Calhoun had smelled the strong scent of Madeline, and he caught sight of the big white wings. For a moment he was glad, thinking it was Madeline's wings, but when he caught sight of a man, his eyes narrowed, and it worsened when he saw Madeline in the angel's arms.
Before Calhoun could get there, Gabriel disappeared with Madeline from there without a trace behind. Calhoun's hands turned to fists, unable to believe that they had missed each other by only a few seconds.
Calhoun's anger knew no bounds, and he punched the nearest tree for it to fall with a loud thud in the forest. He tried to catch hold of them, but the smell that was there in the forest that he had been chasing after had disappeared as if he had imagined everything until now. Like Madeline didn't exist in this world anymore, and the memory that she had built in the living world had been erased.
Some of the trees that didn't have snow on its leaves and branches were quick to catch fire because of the boiling temper in Calhoun's mind. His red eyes turned to pitch black, and he snapped his fingers to disappear from the forest and to show up in Hell.
Calhoun made his way through the long and wide corridors of the tower and entered into the room where Vladimir had only got up from his throne.
"You appear to be in a foul mood, Calhoun. Everything alright?" asked Vladimir with a calm voice.
"How does one enter Heaven?" demanded Calhoun.
"For that one will need to die and have a pure soul," Vladimir raised his eyebrows before realizing what must have happened.
Odin, who stood behind his master, looked back and forth between the two people in the room, noticing Calhoun's eyes that had changed its colour. The aura that he emitted right now was dangerous and stifling even for Odin.
Even Vladimir took note of it, and he stared at his grandson. It was often told that one needed a push or a trigger for their true nature to be revealed, and right now Calhoun's wrath wafted in the air.
"You were once part of Heaven. I believe you know how to get there," stated Calhoun.
Since Calhoun's eyes had fallen on Madeline's dead and unmoving body, his patience had slipped past through his fingers. He had kept a close eye on Madeline, protecting and taking care of her while watching every single step of hers so that she wouldn't step on a stone or thorn. But even Calhoun knew that Darian would find a way to isolate Madeline if not now, later. He was furious.
"Do you think the angels at the gate would open the gates for a demon like you or me? It isn't easy to step in there, Calhoun," said Vladimir.
Calhoun's eyes narrowed, "You expect me to sit quietly and let go of Madeline?"
Vladimir stepped towards where Calhoun stood, "Why do you think I haven't gone to Heaven to get Constance back? If you go there, there's no guarantee you will return alive. Heaven was once my home, the people who were there were once my family, who are now my enemies. Once they find a demon has entered Heaven, they will smite you without blinking their eyes."
"That is up to me. Don't forget, no Madeline means no grandchildren," stated Calhoun. Upon hearing this Vladimir looked slightly grim. " I am going there with or without your help."
"Odin," Vladimir called his servant, "Get ready, we are leaving for Heaven."
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Garden of Owe- Part 1
Disclaimer: Please keep in mind that the book is purely ficitional, and is just a made up characters that doesn't adhere to real life or facts.
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When Madeline opened her eyes, which had returned to her usual brown ones, it took her a while before she was finally able to completely open them and see where she was. All she saw was the blue sky that stretched from one side to another with a never-ending expanse. She felt something soft beneath where she laid, and she pushed herself to stand up.
Madeline looked down to see the smokey clouds beneath her feet. She didn't know where she was and didn't find anyone around right now.
Where was she and what was she doing here? Questioned Madeline to herself.
She started to walk, her feet careful as she was worried where she would fall down and somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt as if she was dreaming. After walking a few distance, Madeline didn't know what or where to go from here until she heard someone behind her speak,
"Good morning, Madeline."
Her head snapped around, and Madeline caught sight of a person with blonde and wavy hair, "Who are you?" she asked with a faint frown on her face.
The person had white wings behind his back, and he offered her a warm smile even though he had heard the same question being asked almost every day by people who entered the realm of Heaven.
"We have met before. I am an archangel and my name is Gabriel," he introduced himself. "I can tell by the look on your face that you are confused and wondering where you are, but I believe you have already figured it out."
"Heaven?" whispered Madeline and Gabriel nodded. "Does this mean I am dead?" she asked him.
Gabriel didn't nod nor did he answer her question right away, but he then said, "We all finish our terms in the living world. God creates us with certain tasks that we need to complete. When the person is done and is worthy to enter Heaven, the person gets invited in here. It is the afterlife where one doesn't have to worry about anything as this is a place where you shall be protected and will find the everlasting peace in your mind. Don't you feel that?" he asked, his golden-brown eyes staring into her brown ones that had slightly lowered down.
"I do feel I am in peace," agreed Madeline before offering Gabriel a smile. "I feel like my mind is free, and there is nothing I need to worry about." But somewhere in the corner of her mind, she didn't know why it felt as if something was trying to push her memories into her mind. "It is strange…"
"What is?" questioned Gabriel, his eyes picking on her facial expression that looked like she was confused.
"Why is it that I am not able to remember anything," murmured Madeline under her breath.
Gabriel knew this was going to happen, it happened to every single soul, and Madeline was no exception. Every soul from the living world who entered Heaven had his or her memory erased. Being the person who had brought her into Heaven so that her soul wouldn't be lost midway, it had been a few minutes since they had left the living world and had entered Heaven.
The archangel had been apprehensive if Madeline would continue to have her memories intact, but he was glad to hear that it had been erased. This way, she would peacefully be able to transcend into the afterlife.
"Don't be frightened over it, Madeline," instructed Gabriel. He placed his hand on her arm and said, "What happened when you were in the living world doesn't matter anymore. It is a past that you don't have to worry about remembering and recollecting. Some memories are washed away so that you could attain inner mental peace. God has given you shelter, and he has welcomed you with open arms, my child."
Madeline bowed her head, "God has been generous."
"That he has. Come let's take a walk so that I can show you the place," offered Gabriel, and Madeline started to walk with him.
"Where are others?" asked Madeline because she had not seen anyone in sight since she had woken up from her sleep that felt like a slumber as if she had been sleeping for years. "Where exactly is Heaven?" she questioned, her curiosity peeking with questions.
"It isn't a place that you can travel to. Heaven will come to you when you deserve it. It will open the doors and show you the path. You have a pure heart, and it holds good to everyone who is in Heaven, the souls I mean," explained Gabriel, his footsteps were steady, letting Madeline walk next to him. "Right now, we are in the pathway passage that comes before the gates to Heaven."
When Madeline turned, she noticed her wings that were as big as Gabriel's wings, "I have wings," her words were filled with surprise as if it was her first time seeing it.
"The most gifted one's will always receive it. Your actions and nature has been remarkable in the living world," informed Gabriel, and as they continued to walk, Madeline caught sight of an open garden ahead of them, that had plenty of flowers, and it gave out a pleasant smell.
"They smell like roses," murmured Madeline. They had started to walk past the tall trees and beneath their feet was the green grass to cushion their bare feet.
Gabriel smiled at her words, "The garden of Owe smells to please every soul who resides in this realm. Every person smells a different scent coming from it, something that would calm them. Some smell honey, some smell wet mud and many other things."
"What do you smell, Gabriel?" asked Madeline, turning to look at the archangel who stared at the bushes and the flowers in there.
Taking a second to answer, Gabriel replied, "I smell the clouds."
The clouds? Thought Madeline to herself, how strange.
Just as they continued to walk in the vast place that looked like a garden with tall trees that had grown at random places, she caught sight of people who wore white robes similar to what Gabriel and she wore. Except that they had no wings, but they did have a halo above their head.
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Garden of Owe- Part 2
Madeline's hand raised, and she touched the cold glass of Halo that was above her head. It took her a while to let the thoughts about her death sink in her head. She tried to remember, but her mind was not letting her recollect any memories, and in return, it gave her nothing but blankness.
"Everything alright?" asked Gabriel, who was assisting her as she was new.
Madeline smiled, "Yes," she answered.
Gabriel then said, "Here as you can see, you will find your fellow angels who have come to live in Heaven. The peace and calmness that you have been looking for, you will find it here."
"Thank you for bringing me here, Gabriel," she thanked him, and he offered her a nod. "I wonder if people are sad that I died. I wouldn't want them to be sad."
Gabriel's hand that was holding the golden staff tightened at her words. The reason why he had stuck with her right now was not just because he wanted to guide her, but because no one knew how an angel-demon's daughter would react and adjust in Heaven. Before coming to Heaven, Madeline was the daughter of the two beings who were from different worlds.
"Do not be saddened. The people who spilt tears are the ones who cared for you dearly. It isn't because you have caused them pain, but because you would be missed dearly for the person you are," he responded to her. "Why don't you explore the garden and I will be back soon."
Madeline nodded her head, and she saw Gabriel walk away from where she was. Alone now, she looked around the place and started to walk with her bare feet pressing against the grassy ground that was soft and not prickly. Her mind was clear, and the air around her was pleasant. Her hand reached to touch the bushes and the flowers one after another.
She looked at the people who were either seated under the trees, some reading books in their hands while others either admiring nature while most of them spoke to each other. Heaven was truly peaceful, thought Madeline to herself as she continued to walk.
Not too far away from where she was in the garden, Gabriel had not disappeared. He had the company of another archangel Michael who had arrived near the garden of Owe, the moment Madeline had stepped into Heaven.
"Does she remember anything?" questioned Michael, his eyes calmly staring at Madeline who had leaned forward towards one of the bushes to take in the scent of the flowers and smile.
"Nothing," replied Gabriel, his eyes not leaving the new soul who was considered to be a valuable person.
"Keep a closer eye on her. At least for a few more hours or days if necessary," instructed Michael. "Here, I thought I wouldn't be seeing her for a while, but it seems like fate had something else in store for her. How did she die?" he asked, slightly curious.
"It was a demon. Level one demon," answered Gabriel, a smile formed on his lips when he noticed Madeline sneeze after taking in a deep breath from the flowers. It seemed like the pollen from the flowers had been inhaled.
Michael frowned, "I thought Lucifer killed all of them. How was the person still alive?"
"He must have escaped from the hands of Lucifer. I didn't get to see what happened, but by the time I made it there, Madeline had killed the level one demon and was badly wounded. The Salvette Mortem was there too," he added the last line, and Michael's lips set itself in a thin line. Michael looked like he wanted to say something, but he instead said,
"Looks like it wanted to take her to Hell. It is good that you brought her here," stated Michael, his eyes left the girl and looked at Gabriel. "Souls that belong to Heaven should have the opportunity to live here rather than in the vile environment like Hell which is no place for innocent people."
"I wonder how Lucifer lives there," came the questioning tone from Gabriel, "I heard you met him. How is he?"
Michael closed his eyes before shaking his head, "I feel sorry for him. The angel he once was, he isn't that person anymore. Maybe that is what it means to fall, and I'm glad Paschar made his way back to Heaven and didn't get lost like Lucifer."
Their once fellow angel had fallen from his position and had turned to the dark side that was now considered to be the darkest and sinful, living in a place no one had imagined years ago. They had hoped he would fix his ways and ask for forgiveness, but no one knew Lucifer had no plans to return. He had a kingdom and people of his own that he relished in people's misery and pain.
But there was something that was in the back of Michael's mind, "I offered him his daughter's soul in return for the girl."
Gabriel's head snapped at Michael, "What were you thinking by doing it? You know we cannot offer a soul for another soul. Things like that happen in Hell not in Heaven."
Michael nodded his head.
"I wasn't planning to give her away. I am aware of the rules, Gabriel, but anyways it doesn't matter anymore as everything seems to have fallen into its place. Whoever the demon was, his actions benefited us in keeping the girl's soul in here safe," stated Michael. "Does Paschar know?"
"Not yet. We just arrived," replied Gabriel and Michael nodded. Without sparing another word or glance at the girl, Michael left the garden and Gabriel's side.
Madeline was walking in the garden and she sat down on an empty bench, looking up at the branches that provided shade. She took a deep breath before exhaling out, and looked at the people until her eyes fell on a person who stood behind a standing canvas.
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Garden of Owe- Part 3
Looking at the canvas, Madeline saw blurry images flash in front of her eyes, and she stopped walking. Somewhere in the distant part of her mind, she heard voices speak.
'Are all these done by you?'
'Hmm.'
'All?' She asked doubt in her voice.
'No, I stole them from an artist,' replied the male's voice. For some reason her cheeks turned warm. Not knowing what caused it, she placed both her hands on her cheeks.
She wondered what that was about. Making her way towards the canvas and the person, who stood behind the canvas, Madeline caught sight of a slender looking woman, who held black charcoal in her hand.
The woman's dark black hair had been tied and was left to rest on one side of her shoulder. The breeze that went around them was soft and gentle, and Madeline caught sight of some of front hair coming to hover in front of the woman' face, which she pushed behind her ear. Her features were serene, and Madeline wondered why she felt as if she had seen this person before, but she couldn't point her finger where she had seen. Not that she remembered anything that had happened back in the past.
As if sensing Madeline's eyes, the woman's gaze shifted to look at Madeline. A small blush appeared on Madeline's face, and she quickly bowed her head for intruding the person's space. A smile broke through the woman's lips that was warm, and she greeted Madeline.
"Hello."
Madeline bowed her head again, greeting the first person who wasn't an archangel. "Hello." She wondered if she had disturbed the woman.
"I don't think I have seen you here before," said the woman.
"I arrived here today," answered Madeline. She didn't know if it was minutes or hours since she had arrived here, "I am Madeline."
The woman offered her a warm smile, "Constance."
"What were you drawing?" asked Madeline curious, walking to the front and taking a look at the art that Constance had been working on. It was the landscape of the mountains that was located away from the garden but still viewable from here. The person had captured it beautifully without the need for colours to be filled in. "It's lovely," she complimented Constance.
Though the people here were kind and polite, Madeline could feel a part of her missing and something told her to go looking for it. But every time she tried to remember, she felt the sudden block, and it hurt her head before making her feel dizzy.
Peace was right here, yet why was it that her heart was yearning for something she couldn't explain?
"How are you finding Heaven, Madeline?" she heard Constance question her, and Madeline's train of thoughts broke away to return to the present.
"Just as I imagined it to be," replied Madeline and she caught sight of a little sparrow that flew right in front of her.
"Indeed it is," answered Constance. She placed the charcoal in front of the canvas stand, and Madeline noticed the woman's hand held not a speck of the charcoal's dust and was clean.
Madeline's eyes kept moving to look at the people while trying to find familiar eyes, and she asked, "Do you remember about your past?"
"None of us do. When a person enters Heaven, their mind is cleared from the pain and everything related to it. Helping the person leave the burden, agony, the torture that a soul once felt, everything is left at the gates when you are welcomed to Heaven. I can tell you are finding it hard to adjust here as you are new." Constance placed her hand on Madeline's shoulder. "If something is troubling you, the archangels will help you out with it. All you need to do is ask, and help will be provided."
"I will keep that in mind. Thank you," thanked Madeline, and Constance smiled.
"I will be going back to my place. It was nice meeting you, Madeline," said the woman before departing from there, and Madeline stood there. She spent the next two hours aimlessly walking while admiring the things Heaven offered.
As the woman said, Madeline didn't feel the pain that she went through when she was dying, nor did she remember what had transpired the entire time she was in the living world. Heaven was her home now.
While she was still walking, she heard a man call her name, "Madeline."
Madeline turned around to find another man who had white wings, holding a staff in his hand. She stared at the man whose eyes looked wise, and the wind pushed his long silver hair that had been let down to the right. She stared into his grey eyes, a very unusual colour.
Paschar saw Madeline look back at him, her expression looking peaceful than the last time he had met her. Though he had been unable to help Madeline because of the rules imposed on him for his past actions, Paschar cared about Madeline, and the other Heavenly beings were aware about it. They had restricted him from stepping out of this place.
He knew she didn't have a trace of memory of who he was to her. The only reason he had not involved himself in his daughter's life was because he knew how much light would be thrown to her already troubled existence if he involved himself. She was the last symbol his lover had left him. Paschar had protected her soul, bringing her to the living world only when he believed it was safe.
"Are you an archangel like Gabriel?" asked Madeline.
Paschar nodded his head, "I am. My name is Paschar. How are you doing, Madeline?" he asked her.
"I am doing good. How about you?" Madeline returned the question.
"Good," with Madeline in Heaven that was safe for her, Paschar didn't have to worry about her well being. But he doubted things were well in the living world.
Far away from Madeline and Paschar, another angel stood looking at them. The angel's black hair reached until his shoulder, and his black eyes slightly narrowed, wondering how she had ended up here.
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Angels and Demons- Part 1
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Madeline didn't know the angel with whom she was walking, but it seemed like he knew her as he spoke to her in a familiar tone. She didn't know what hour of the day it was and how much time had passed since she had arrived at this place.
"How many angels are in here?" asked Madeline to the archangel named Paschar.
"Many, in order to protect Heaven and the people who reside in here," answered Paschar, "Heaven is as vast as the living world, maybe even bigger that no one can measure it. With the number of souls that arrive, we have had a decent number of angels since the very beginning so that, they can not only provide help here but also in the living world."
"What do they do in the living world?" Madeline believed the angels belonged in Heaven, and each creature had their own realm.
"For work of course," responded Paschar, "Sometimes we go down to the living world to see if everything is going as expected without any disruptions. Sometimes there are disruptions from other kinds, and we try to resolve it." Years ago it was one of the reasons why he had visited the living world, not expecting his and other people's lives to change because of the love he shared with a woman.
"I see," replied Madeline with a smile on her lips. "It looks like the angels work very hard. I am glad to be here. I heard from the other angel that not everybody gets in here, and I feel very fortunate."
Paschar wasn't sure how to respond to this. He was aware that the other angels were keeping a close eye on Madeline, making sure to see that she was completely part of the Heavenly realm. Even now, he could sense pairs of eyes looking at them, as if making sure he wouldn't say something he was not supposed to say and not let any doubt be placed in Madeline's clear mind. Because sometimes it took just one black drop in the water to turn everything impure and dark.
He left Madeline to herself, and as he returned, he came across the angel who stood there staring at him with his arms crossed.
"Does she remember anything?" asked the other angel, his black eyes staring at Paschar.
"Does anyone ever remember anything who comes from the living world?" Paschar questioned back. "What are you doing here? I thought you were with Michael."
The other angel hummed, "I was with him a while ago before he left saying he has something important to attend to." They heard a slight commotion, and he turned his head along with Paschar to look in the direction, catching sight of many angels making their way to the tower of justice. "Seems like all of us are taking precautionary measures with the interest of our elder brother making his appearance here."
Paschar's eyebrows furrowed, and his lips set itself in a thin line.
"Did the angels hear any echo at the gates?" asked Paschar.
"Nothing so far. I believe even if he does appear, you will be the first one to know about it," replied the other angel, his black eyes turning back to look at Paschar. "How did she die?"
"It was a demon. It would be better for you to stay away from Madeline, Raphael," warned Paschar, and Raphael offered a gentle and polite smile.
"I wasn't going to do anything. I was curious because unlike her, I do remember what happened in the living world," replied Raphael. "It is a pity that you are trying to bond with her. Nothing good comes when you do things half-heartedly, Paschar. You know that."
"I don't know what you are speaking about," Paschar's grey eyes were set on Raphael who turned his head in the other direction, staring at the angels who had disappeared from their sight and had made their way into the tower of justice where they were called to take orders.
The smile on Raphael's lips didn't leave, "It is alright if you don't, but if you think you can mend your relationship with her for not being there for her earlier, you won't receive the same feelings. You and I have both been part of Heaven, and not at the same time. We know what it is like, and how things here are programmed in a way where the souls are expected to live in a certain way, unlike the tolerant world of the living."
"It is so because Heaven wants to keep peace in here. We do what we need to do. Don't forget what happened when you tried to form a bridge," Paschar knew Raphael had stood with him and Lucifer, trying to bring in peace and calm things down. But it had only ended up with Raphael being exiled to the living world where he had lived as a demon with his memories lost for that time period. "Just keep yourself away from trouble. I don't want to feel burdened with your support."
"I will keep that in my mind," Raphael offered Paschar a smile, who stared at him for a few seconds before he walked away from there.
The smile that was on Raphael's lips lowered down, and he looked around him before hearing a loud collision from somewhere in the distance. It was like an earthquake had taken place in Heaven. Raphael had a brief idea of who was near Heaven right now. When the next collision was heard, one of the angel's said,
"Get everyone inside!"
The souls from the living world started to move while being guided by some of the angels to get back inside.
"What is that sound?"
"Did something burst?" came the muttered and confused voices from people.
Away from the centre and heart of Heaven, near the closed golden gates where ten angels guarded it, while two demons with black wings stood in front of them.
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Angels and Demons- Part 2
Calhoun stared at the angels with shielded masks on their faces with a staff in each of their hands. The journey to this place had taken them more time than he had expected them to reach Heaven. Three hours twelve minutes and ten seconds counting. He had been counting the time since he had last seen Madeline, and with every second that passed by, the anger in his eyes only increased.
"Step away from the gates!" ordered one of the angels standing in front of the gates. "Heaven is no place for demons. You are not welcome here anymore, Lucifer!"
"Vladimir," corrected the Devil, "I go by the name Vladimir. Now be good boys and open the gates."
"Never!" shouted another guard. "We are the guards who protect the gates of Heaven. You shall not pass and will leave immediately!"
The other guards stood in position, ready to attack if the demons were to advance forward.
"Do you think I have come here to sightsee Heaven?" asked Calhoun, his eyes turned dark in anger. "You have something of mine, and I have come here to retrieve what rightfully belongs to me. Now move unless you want to die."
The guard angels didn't step away and stubbornly blocked both Calhoun and Vladimir's way. Calhoun didn't have the time to spare talking with the guards, and his wings flapped to raise him from the clouds like ground. Seeing this, the guards looked slightly confused as this person had black feathered wings, while the Devil had bat-like wings.
"If you are not going to step away, don't blame us for burning you," came the calm voice of Vladimir.
And in a blink of an eye, Vladimir's trident came to clash against the staff of one of the guards who had not expected for it to come at them at such speed. Calhoun used his hands to fight the guards off so that he could get inside the gates. Being the Devil's descendant, the ability to harness fire in the palms of his hand came naturally, and he used it against them.
The guards fought together against Vladimir and Calhoun, but Calhoun used the fire to burn them while throwing them far away from the gates so that they wouldn't come back to attack them anytime soon.
The guards were persistent, and as expected, they weren't easy to get rid of. Vladimir then said, "I will take care of these guards. Go find Madeline."
Calhoun gave a nod, and he entered the gates of Heaven with his black wings flapped, moving the clouds on the ground.
Back in the heart of the Heaven where most of the people resided, Madeline had stepped out of the garden of Owe to see what the commotion was about. She had heard the angels instructing the other people to get back inside.
It being only a few hours since she had been brought into Heaven, the curiosity got the best out of her.
"What's going on?" Madeline asked a fellow angel who was going to walk past her.
"It seems a few demons are trying to enter Heaven and creating a stir. You should go back inside too," informed the angel, and he walked away from there.
Madeline frowned, and followed the other set of angels running in a specific direction. Someone caught hold of her arm, and Madeline turned around to see it was another archangel she hadn't met before, he had white wings too.
"Where are you going?" he asked, his eyes sharply looking at her.
"I heard that there was a problem," she said, her eyebrows knitted together.
"It is just a small problem that has come up. You don't have to worry about it...Madeline," said the archangel. He had come here on the command to keep Madeline safe so that the demons would not be able to take her away from here.
"How about I walk you back to your place. The others will solve the problem in no time, and you can then take a walk outside here," he offered.
When another collision took place, Madeline felt her heart beating loudly, and unconsciously, she placed her hand on her chest. She felt an unexplainable ache in her heart as if something from a distance was calling out for her.
Receiving a pointed look from the archangel who was waiting for her, Madeline nodded her head, obliging the man's words as all the angels wanted to do was to protect them.
Following him, they made it to the front of a building, when suddenly she heard a clunk sound along with schittering noise like lightning. The archangel who had come along with her fell on the ground, and she saw a man standing there, who wore black gloves.
Madeline took a step away in fear, "W-what did you do to him? W-who are you?"
The person bowed his head, "I wish I could say it is good to see you again, Lady Madeline." Madeline looked at him, confused. Did he just hurt another angel? Was it possible? Was the person dead? "Uriel will be fine. We have somewhere to go. Quickly."
Instead of agreeing to what this person said, Madeline took a step back from him.
Even though Madeline knew Raphael when she was in the living world, her memory had been erased now that she didn't remember him nor the help he had provided in the past.
"My name is Raphael, Lady Madeline, and I know you from the living world," stated Raphael. He could feel Madeline worried and tense about what was going on.
"Why did you hurt him?" questioned Madeline. She looked down at the archangel who was lying on the ground, who was only trying to get her back to her safety. Could an archangel be hurt? Madeline didn't know.
Raphael offered her a smile, "I believe my brothers are being irrational and are failing to see the situation in front of them. I know they will. I believe there's someone who wants to see you."
Someone wanted to see her?
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