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Anachronox ch37
Anachronox ch37
In the dark room of a black palace in a lays Night’s own prince; sleeping
in a bed that had been engendered at the pinnacle of noble embroidery was the
somnolent Serael. It was half past the hour of noonday but to the assassin it was
not at all a concern. No being, not in Heaven above of Hell below, knew the
reason behind his exceptionally diligent discipline. No one knew, not even he. He
did not enjoy the results of his vocation nor did he enjoy the vocation itself, yet no
one’s skill in such an elite occupation could be any more elevated than his own.
He could his mission without even the slightest hesitation whatsoever. He never
felt guilty of any of his acts. It was evil, and he knew it was such. However, he
knew it was a necessary evil. For without it, good would never stand a chance, at
The blessing of sleep being bestowed upon him was as much of a rarity as
rain in a desert, however, occasionally, it does rain in such a place, and sleep has
been granted to him this day. Today, another rarity was occurring as well. Serael
was dreaming, but this was no ordinary dream. For a creature whose heart had
been hardened by war, dreaming of love wasn’t something that ever happens.
Keira was the subject that had graced itself upon his sanity this day.
When he kissed her lips, he knew not what had possessed him. “She was
mirror and deeply ruminated on the question. Had his monstrosity caught her in
disgust? The eyes of his reflection pierced his own. He had been aged to a full
state of melancholy. “How could she not,” the Angel of Judgment muttered to
himself. Depression shifted to frustration, and the raged assassin hurled the small
gazed into the remnants of the demolished mirror. Now, he felt even worse!
What was going wrong with him? He hated it most thoroughly. What is
this feeling? Is this love? He didn’t see what was so great about it. It made him
distracted, stressed, and above all, it made him miserable. Why did he have these
strong feelings for her? Was is her beauty? She is very gorgeous, but he had seen
woman fairer than she, and he did not feel this why about any of them. Was it her
intellect? She did seem very witty and very clever, however, she didn’t seem to
know a thing about being an angel. Then again, neither did he. Was it her
personality? Her behavior? She didn’t act like most girls at all. She seemed to be a
tomboy from his stand point. Not his usual type. So what was it? What about her
“You love her because she treats you like a regular angel instead of a freak
of nature. She doesn’t see you as this prestigious supernal or Heaven’s ultimate
weapon or a murderer or something like that. She treats like an ordinary person,”
said a voice.
“Who’s there,” demanded the Angel of Judgment, jumping out of his bed.
“Peace, my child, be at peace,” said the voice. Serael’s eyes grew wide. He
realized who it was. On his knees, with his against the ground in prostrate fashion,
he kneeled. “My Lord and my God,” he exclaimed. The room was immediately
“Child, you, just as Adam, the first human, has desired to have companion
who understands you and treat you just like a regular angel,” stated the voice,
“Now that I have delivered one right before your very eyes, you are unsure? Must
I place her in a box and wrap her with paper for you as well?”
For the first time in his life, Serael actually revealed his true feelings.
“Lord,” he choked with tears in his eyes, “I’m not an angel, but a monster. I am a
cold-blooded killer. I feel no remorse when I have ended a life. I just feel numb. I
am not like you other creations. My hands have been stained with blood too many
times. I’m not angel. I don’t even have wings. She will never love me.”
“Child, you judge yourself to harshly,” replied the voice, “You make
yourself sound as if you kill the innocent or as if your victims have souls that
could’ve been saved. Those of Hell are doomed. They no longer have souls. They
are, to be frank, the living dead. Nothing more. Also, you are not the only angel to
has killed. Michael is notorious for it, and though he will never admit, Metatron
does as well, and the viziers are not an exception either. You know, Mankind, my
creation, believed that angels had no freewill. They believed that I restricted you
by my law. Yet many beings do not realize that I have given them freewill as will,
and they restrict themselves under this false belief. People don’t realize that I have
given them some control over their own lives and that their own actions create
replied the voice, “I thought it was I who decided what would be and what
wouldn’t be.” The voice chuckled as he continued, “She will love you…sooner
than you think.” Serael gave him a doubt-filled look. “How do you know,” he
asked the voice. “Trust me,” reassured the voice, “I tend to have a hand in such
Within seconds, the eyes of the supernal popped open. Was it all a dream,
“Hey ape, open up,” shouted a bad-mannered voice from outside his door.
Virgil. Serael smirked, staring at the ceiling for a minute or two, then he