Trust me... I'm an Angel - 4. Part Two - Section 3 - Legends

Dimitri

He looked around the archive and thought, ’There is no longer use for this place.’ He looked down at his arm, the deck moving itself around his hand, begging him to use one of the cards. He felt affected by this movement, the psychosis of his cards were not to be trifled with but he decided to follow his instructions. As by his orders. He moved his hand uncontrollably towards the deck and summoned the phoenix. It began to burn the library into little smoulders of ash.

Dimitri snapped out of it and laughed at what the cards had managed to do to his actions. He walked calmly and serenely towards the exit when the angels descended to attack him.

"Death. You have violated the code of the fallen. How do you plead?" Dimitri laughed under his breath at the so called leader of the angels and responded.
"Most delicately, sire."

"Then you must pay the price."

"Of course. It is natural. Come along now, I don't have all day," He removed his shining spectacles from his nose and placed them in his pocket and summoned his shroud to cover him from the brutal angels. He used his shadows to project an immediate darkness upon the room. His shadows always had his uses.

"Where is he? I can't see him!"

"Who turned off the lights?"

"ARGH"

"What was that?"

"He is near me; I can feel him breathing."

"What about her?"

"She is gone. She left."

"ARGH"

"He just hit me, or was that you?"

"Me. Sorry. Everyone stop moving".

Death appeared from out of the dark shadows "Yes, Stop Moving". He blew breath out towards one of the security angels and it caused him to collapse on the floor. Twitching. Guttering. Dying.

He waved himself through his shadows, turning himself to dust repeatedly to travel through the air and the darkness and never be hit. He moved around them one by one, massacring them until...

"Halt. Need I say your name?"

Dimitri looked upwards and saw that it was the one he feared the most. Gabriel. His wings fully expanded, they had a projection of light that was brighter than any sun. He was scarred all over, he looked almost human but there was something about him that death had never figured, he always knew there was something different about him. Gabriel's light repulsed the darkness that death had created.

What Gabriel could see disgusted him and he was very rarely disgusted by anything.

A field of dead bodies.

All of them destroyed for one cause.

"I know what you are after and I know you have already got it."

"Then I shall be leaving."

"No you won't brother of mine. You have come to take what does not belong to you. And as a child of pity, you shall be rightfully punished."

"Okay then. A game it is then."

Gabriel laughed maliciously. "You expect me to play one of your little card games?"

"You loved them as a child."

"Then I saw the destruction and torture that they caused in the worlds below. So I controlled myself and didn't let them control me. I didn't want them to control me. I let go. And you didn't. Can't you see it is them that control you. You must let go of the cards. You must not lose yourself. I will not let you lose yourself. Not like last time."

"I now have things under control. I know what i must do and what i must do is the law." A twinge in his soul, once again, he pictured the knight approaching faster than ever before.

"You see, they are having their effect on you. You need to be saved."

"YOU WILL NOT STOP THE INEVITABLE" the voice that wasn't the one that death had adopted erupted from his mouth.

"If you are not going to see sense then I will have to play your game with you."

"Common Rules. 5 Cards Each."

"Why of course, why not make it more... interesting?"

"What's your idea?"

"Realms."

"Impossible. You wouldn't come with me."

"I would, darling. I would. Just to show that i can fight you anywhere and anytime and still win."

"Are you ready?"

Gabriel extracted five very ancient looking cards, nothing in comparison to the dark and modern cards that Dimitri was the owner of.

"Then, let’s go."

Gabriel placed his arm around Death's and they disappeared into dust. Moving themselves slowly downwards, beyond the earth and beyond the realm of time and space.

He was taking them to the realm of the dead...

The Woman

Reading through her paperwork she discovered something really quite interesting. A little bit of information about a certain diagram and a certain legend from the start of time. She continued to read and discovered more about the legends and how we were all created to die and only death may we truly live our lives. But she saw one thing that interested her the most.

"The Legend of The Enochian Cards"

She wondered to herself; she was sure she had heard of Enoch before but she couldn't remember. She looked around the room and saw that down the corridor was the R section.

"Aha!" She smiled gleefully "Religion. Enoch was part of a religious code."

She continued to read how each of the cards were an abandoned soul and how they were cast out from heaven. She was at the moment starting to lose her sanity because all the things she was sosure that were untrue as from a young age, are starting to come back and haunt her. It was if she was being given a rebirth. She reached the bottom of the page and went to turn the page but then realised there was a page ripped out with a note attached where the page should have been.

To My Next Reader,

I know you are wondering where the next page is, it will never be found and it will never be read. It contained an answer to an unanswerable question. Please escort yourself away from this section of the book.

Yours Sincerly

A.W.K.

She wondered what the initials meant but after a few minutes of pondering, she decided to ignore the instructions of the strange writer and read the next page and suddenly felt a twinge in her deep subconscious.

She dropped the book and pondered the phrase that had appeared to her...

"Death will surely find its victim, in pure chance the angel will be born"

Before she could finish her wondering, bounding from outside of the room and landing on the balcony, in his grand state, oh how she missed him, was Semyaza.

"No time to speak... we need to go..."

Dimitri

Walking among the infinite graves, Dimitri could see that Gabriel was beginning to feel a sense of fear of the location that they were in. A world of true distortion, a world where nothing truely made sense. Only Death. Only Destruction. The sky was green and the floor was blue, trivial colours for such a brilliant place of adventure. The world where nothing died because all of it was already dead. A place to reach every single thing that still has that living connection with the world. It was how he did it. Dimitri walked forward into the space and sat down at the desk.

"Are you ready?"

"Most definately." Gabriel figeted in his chair.

"Then i shall begin." Dimitri took the top card from his deck and without a fear in his mind he played it upon the table "Sorath".

"Fuck..."

"Good boy... now you see the power of the..." Gabriel interupted midsentence

"Tapsarim" Dimitri paused and smiled gladly. "I thought i wouldn't have any competition today."

"Prepare"

"En Guarde" Suddenly, from the depths of their prisons, the creatures erupted into the graveyard like place they were in and began to rip at each other. Sorath summoned his devil beasts to surround Tapsarim and without only a scream to describe the result, Tapsarim was turned to dust...

"Do you really think you would win with that puny little creature?"

Gabriel began to choke slightly, spewing blood over their table... it was as if he was going through the pains that his creatures went through "You will not win that easily, one more round"

"Only if you are sure."

"Oh I am sure, I will play my best game... you always told me to play to my best ability."

"Even in the triangle things must be disobeyed..."

"What?"

Dimitri screamed in unending agony, "There is something..."

"What?"

"It was nothing. Now let’s finish our little game. Purah"

"Cherubim," Another spurt of blood...

"Oh now that really does take the cake, one of my weakest creatures against one of your strongest. Let’s see how they fare"

"Prepare!"

"En Guarde". Once more, the figures emerged from their dark caverns and firstly the creature with the large wings and heavenly flute arose into the graveyard and after her the creature who had the power to raise the dead quickly followed. Hurriedly, Purah summoned a crowd of dead bodies from the graves around, it’s always good to have a fight with the death conjurer in the world of the dead. Suddenly, a rush of bodies ran towards the Cherubim and piled upon him, their rotting flesh falling whilst ripping at the cherubim angel. Gabriel felt the pains and screamed...

"Stop. I give in. You win this one."

"Thank you. You will stay in the archive from now on"

"Deal"

Dimitiri stood nodded and walked away from the figure he left sitting at the table. He laughed to himself that he was able to beat Gabriel... Again.

With a final ounce of strength, Gabriel stood and teleported himself out of the realm of darkness and despair but there was one figure left alone...

And it was coming for Death...