Trust me... I'm an Angel - 7. Part Three - Section Two : The Search

Of course, the lighting was apparent around figure that stood next to the font. It shone straight through a small stained glass window onto the floor around his feet.

An attractive woman approached him and sat behind him upon one of the benches. It was night. It was dark. A great time for all things evil to express themselves. She opened her lips and began to speak but decided to stop herself. It was not the time to speak. The time to speak would be coming soon for her to raise her voice but this was not the time. The tall figure turned around and smiled gently. Thefigure was quite familiar to the girl who was sat down.

“Pharzuph… my dear… please allow me to sit. I do get aching feet sometimes you know…”

“Of course my master. Anything you wish.” She knew that he had something planned…

“I have something else for you to do. Considering you failed to execute your last task…”

“You know the code.” Pharzuph questioned.

“Code?” He looked amused. “What code?”

“The things you told me… Death must not come to those whose souls can be saved.” She looked quite amused also by his question.

“Rules were made to be broken.”

“And I know you love a tyrant.”

He chuckled to himself “Dearest Pharzuph you do amaze me… Now my dear. This is a beautiful setting, is it not?”

“It is most… delightful sire.”

“Then why would we not use it to our advantage?”

“What would we do with it sire?”

“I shall tell you a tale about something we are going to discover one day. It will not be soon but it will be one day. The tale of a shroud. Something strong enough to eliminate my true figure…”

“But sire that is impossible…”

“It is possible. But only through the use of said shroud. The White…”

Suddenly, Pharzuph collapsed onto the floor and began convulsing, frothing at the mouth. Her eyes shuddering in the reflection of the shadow. She was twinging. She was dying…

“My dear, what is wrong?”

Her mind was everywhere. She could see the world of time space and everything in between. She kicked the bench over during her convulsions and continued to freak out until she started to roll in the direction of Dimitri and her eyes began to weep blood uncontrollably. She usually had control of this but no longer…

She crashed into the figure, knocking him over. Of course, Dimitri was going to allow this. Although, he wasn’t quite expecting this kind of a reaction from her…

“What is happening to me?”

She screamed louder and louder until she suddenly saw a tunnel. A tunnel of great light and she was being called down the rotten path towards her destiny…

She fought it…

She fought it so hard…

She saw the light and the voices were calling to her

“Come… Come to us. Come to us and we shall set you free. Set you free of your restricted mind. Come to us and we shall give you your world back…”

She carried on down the path and Dimitri just stood above looking beyond all conceivable ideas and he could not figure out what was happening. And this was a rarity. Death always knew what was happening. Even when he did not…

He was afraid…

She saw it. The light. It burnt into her eyes. Like the fire of a thousand suns it burnt. It burnt and it burnt and it burnt. Like a gust of wind spreading the cancer around her volatile brain… But this, to her, felt almost heaven like…

The histories have been revealed to her. Her past. Her horrible past. It sickened her. The things she had done. The things she had made others do. She felt a sudden crashing away from the light and she was brought back into the little church…

“Pharzuph. Arise. I don’t wish you to behave like that…”

She looked at him and stared deeply into his eyes. There was something there. She could feel it. She knew something… Her memories were coming back…

“Don’t forget your duties. Cause the havoc or the powers of the white shroud will return.”

With this, he turned himself to dust and disappeared into the font, going from view. The gloomy air was not quite an expectation for the horrors of her memories, but she believed that she needed it. A refreshing start. She could see what she was.

She saw what she could become…

She remembered that she once was a host to death…

She loved it.

Semyaza

He looked down at the parchment he was holding and looked around where he was stood. The gates of heaven. Not somewhere he was usually expecting to be but who knows, the lord works in mysterious ways. They say it is the scroll who chooses the angel, not the lord. So what scrolls? The Scrolls that designed exactly what angels should be.

However…

Semyaza didn’t like to play by anyone else’s rules except his own. And even then, he had moral judgements of society he had to obey. The clock chimed 5 o’clock signalling that there was about to be a rush of business. Semyaza quickly stepped into a side street and bumped into someone…

They had fallen over and dropped what they were carrying. They appeared to be maps…

“My deepest apologies…”

He was a short man with quite a large moustache and he looked up and cowered in fear at Semyaza’s blackened wings…

“Please… I have no money… just take my maps…”

“No… No… I’m not here to hurt you…” Semyaza bent down to help him to his feet and smiled gently…”

“Oh…” The short man sniffed and smiled weakly “I’m sorry. But I have been mugged so much recently around these parts ever since more fallen have been appointed. Gabriel has gone mad they say, mad. Banishing people so quickly for such unrecognisable crimes, but hey that’s none of my business… What was your name, I must repay you…”

“Oh… I’d rather not tell you…”

“No please, I must insist.”

He sighed gently, in fear of what will happen. He knew this sort of thing happened far too regularly. “Semyaza.”

“Impossible. I thought you were dead…” The little man squealed…

“I’m not. Clearly.”

The diminutive man quickly gathered all of his papers and backed away in fear. “But you are impossible. Guards! Guards! He is here! Semyaza is here!”

And, as per usual, Semyaza had to run. Run for his angelic life. He stole a map while the man wasn’t looking and he now know where he had to go…

The Archive…

Ishtahar

The sea air brushed past her face towards the coast as she walked along the large decking opposite beach towards the local greengrocers to go for her weekly shop for the essentials that she needed. She glanced into the endless waves on the shore and could still see the faces from her past. She had become old. Her memories fading and her dreams were becoming repentant… She could remember that beauty. The beauty of the man she once had.

She continued to walk and took a turn up a side street in order to reach the greengrocers and she took a step inside and heard the familiar sound of the bell. She picked up a basket and continued to walk around the small little store on the corner. Looking at the other people walking around the tiny little corner shop reminded her of her past, she knew she was something. She knew she was something before this life. But… because of her faded memories she could not figure out what it was.

Her phone began to ring...

“Hello, Cheryl here.”

It was her ex husband, Eric.

“Yes… I know… She was doing what? You know not to let her do that. Okay. If she is saying that then let her do it. You’re the one who took the fucking child you fucking figure her out!”

An intimidating silence. People in the store turned to look at her and saw that she was looking round so carried on shopping, as if nothing had happened. “Nosey fuckers.” She thought while she grabbed a few potatoes for her stew.

“Okay… I shouldn’t have said that. I will pay you when I get paid. The end of the bloody month when do you think?”

She picked up a few fresh vegetables for her stew later on that evening and continued her conversation.

“Yes I know. Don’t forget the solicitors next week. Yes. Motherly rights all that.”

She got the chicken from the freezer section and then got her purse out of her bag and headed for the main desk.

“Whatever Eric. You know what they said. You get her until the end of the month. Then she moves back with me. Permanently. Yes I know she has been telling you about some strange man who she thinks is her father. Yes I know he is just a figment of my imagination. I don’t care anymore. Goodbye.”

She hung up sharply and paid for her goods and walked out of the shop.

The face was still always there…

That wonderful face…

Semyaza

Striding confidently towards the Archive, he kept his head held high in order to create the façade that he was from the upper class side of the angelic arrangement. Although he knew, if he was caught walking the streets of heaven then he would surely be executed for walking a place that was not rightfully his? Of course, this whole law of Anti-Fallen sentiments was ludicrous. But some laws do come across as ludicrous.

He walked into the front door and quickly slid through the shadows and into the basement. He knew he was hidden here. He had often visited the Archive back when he led the angels but he had never been here with a dark purpose. It was time for him to search the archive for the evidence.

He flew through the crumbling staircases and under the bookcases and through them until he came upon a wall he could not walk through. He knew a little bit of Enoch. A little bit of the forbidden language spoken only by the weak and the dead.

“MANHELOXQUA”

With this, the wall suddenly began to open to reveal a single stand. A bare room. A room of complete darkness. But with one source of light. The single stand. Semyaza

stepped slowly into the room and with each step the floor lit up and departed each time he took those steps. Arriving at the stand, he reached out his hand towards the stand until…

“STATE YOUR INTENTION” A loud booming voice projected around the small enclosed room.

“I am here to find the one who must be found.”

“IT HAS BEEN FORBIDDEN”

“Surely, if I am asking one of the great creatures of the night then it must be important?”

“You bring forth a valid point.” A figure stepped out of the darkness. A dark figure. A figure of such amazing power.

Semyaza bent down on one knee and exhaulted to the figure that emerged. “Asmodeus. I am not worthy.”

“I do not need your exaltations. All I need is your pity. In my old age, I have grown feeble.”

“Asmodeus, you must not say these things. You shall not be feeble. You are all powerful.”

“Stop it! You shall make me blush. Now your matter…”

“Sire. All I ask that you return me back to my original state or her memories to return so we can defeat the ultimate goal.” Semyaza requested.

“All hell shall break loose…”

“She must be saved.” Semyaza was clearly pleading.

“And they must die.”

“What?” He was confused as to the nature of Asmodeus’ question.

“Death. Life. Rebirth. Its all a cycle. A cycle that if broken cannot be repaired.”

“Will you grant my wish?”

“No. But I will give you something.”

“What?”

“Do you know for sure she is still around?”

“No… I haven’t been able to find her. I think…”

“You made a mistake.”

“It was not my fault… I wasn’t in control of my actions…”

“By kissing her, you brought her from her time zone, from her cell to our times. To live out a life that she deserved. In a way you saved her. But in another way, it was you who killed her soul. She is not the woman you knew once before. She has changed. I have reached my judgement.”

The intimidating figure stamped the stick he was holding and the entire room lit up in a beautiful light blue, bouncing off each of the walls and revealing the figure to us. Semyaza was fully lit also, his wings severely suffering from the great exposure to purity.

“The pain… will it last?”

“Of course not. It shall go when you leave this place.”

“Good… what do you say?”

“I decree, for you, as a promise to an old friend. She is still alive. She is still living and I shall show you her. I cannot tell you where she is but I can show you her.”

He clicked his ancient fingers and a further passage towards the back opened.

“Follow me…”

This was one of the very few moments that Semyaza was terrified for his life…

Pharzuph

I can’t believe it. I just simply cannot believe it. He never told me. He never even bothered to tell me. I could have… I am Pharzuph. I am a creature of the cards. I am kept under lock and key, under the cards and still I could have… I am Pharzuph. I could be her… I have the power. I have the power to be something. Something great. Something beyond measure. Something that not even I can comprehend. I have the power to maim and slaughter and eradicate things from this world. I have the power to murder those who cross me and mutilate those who try to get in my way in my journey. My name is Pharzuph and I have the power. I have the power to kill them all. I have the power to destroy every living cell and organism in this godforsaken universe. And yet…

I cannot.

It is in this emotion that I cannot do such things. I am Pharzuph, I have the power, I have the methods and I have the opportunity, but sadly, I do not have the will.

I could not do what he does. I could not be the one who decides who lives or dies…

I will not play God.

My emotions are my weakness and that is why I am so powerful. That is why I can…

I stop myself. I am letting my true emotions show. This is not allowed. My name is Pharzuph, I feel emotions. And I made the emotionless one feel. I made the ashes of time try to defeat the one thing that has lasted over billions of years and ever since the creation of reproduction it has been a factor of my creation and of my existence. My name is Pharzuph and I am death’s only true weakness. He loved me. He truly loved me. He was in love with his own creation. I was the first. Then it was those fake carbon copies of such disgust, those that failed. I was the only success. Trapping Semyaza was the hardest of all my tasks.

My name is Pharzuph,and I drove Death to madness. I drove him to madness because it the only thing I could do.

It was only recently when I saw Death in his true dark light…

I saw him for what he was…

A monster.

And yet… I know what I must do. It will not be pretty. I have to stop his madness.

My name is Pharzuph, I know I must stop the madness for the greater good…