Camael told Mathew about how he was supposed to be the one to end Metatron’s existence with the help of Gungnir, but the Seed of Revenge wasn’t as sure about it as he used to be.
That was because Metatron was, somehow, untouchable. If not invincible.
After that girl appeared out of nowhere, the scribe of God became some kind of Achilles or something. She didn’t move a single finger, but she was able to deflect every and any attack directed towards the scribe, and it was an absolute pain in the ass.
Meanwhile, Metatron just smiled while standing and watched both sides colliding, as if it had nothing to do with him.
As if it was just another everyday battle, and he was nothing but a spectator.
However, Mathew
“How are you feeling ma’am?” Allan asked, approaching the bed very slowly.“Oh dear, I’ve been good, bad, good again.” Eileen answered. “It’s strange, you see? Sometimes I’m feeling good as if I was in my twenties again, but there are times when I feel even older than I already am.” She said, chuckling.She did sound vivid to Father Allan, but there was something off in all that vividness in her voice, so he decided to test the second ‘and’ the third step in one go.For real.“Okay, can you move your head?” The priest asked in a warm tone.“Not much, my dear. I also can’t see too well lately, my eyes seem to play pranks on me.&rdqu
Megumi’s reflexes were good enough for her to duck right before the shadow touched her, but as the humans instinct of survival, her body moved accordingly, without her thinking of the ones behind her. Megumi’s parents. The shadow passed right above her head, and then she started hearing the noises, with her head covered by her hands, and her fighting spirit completely shook by Allan’s death, which she just witnessed. Her mind was on the verge of collapsing, and she didn’t know what to do. Her body responded by instinct and Megumi didn’t have anything near her that she could use as a weapon. She didn’t even know if she could actually fight that thing, and when she started recollecting her thoughts, she noticed that along with the noise, more shadows started gathering
Becca roamed aimlessly through the battlefield, and wherever her feet stepped, demons fell to her might.There was no demon around her that could even think of daring to approach her. Wherever her empty eyes glanced, the feeling of death would follow, to friends and foes undistinguished.“BECCA!” A voice echoed in her direction, followed by a punch that could, barehanded, easily shatter an entire mountain.Some part of the broken Ophanim recognised the voice that shouted her name, but it sounded so distant, so blurred that she couldn’t quite relate the voice to the owner.Her face went from one side to the other in a vertiginous speed, but her body didn’t fall.Becca actually acted as if she didn&rsquo
Bertrand, as Jake found out with time, was already a loser by his classmates' eyes. But it didn’t bother little Jake anyway.Kids were noisy, and he loved silent Bertrand.Always humming songs and scribbling on his notebook while the teacher was giving their lecture.It was quite strange for him, that he finally had someone whom to actually talk to. Jake even invited Bert to his place a lot of times, and Bert got to meet Jake’s parents, who loved him from the very beginning.Jake didn’t know that friendship could be something so light and heartwarming, and even his parents were surprised to see him being all lively around someone.And Bert discovered what Jake actually meant when he said that his dad’s
Jake’s sessions with his psychiatrist went on weekly along the year, and the more he attended the sessions, the more distant from Bert he grew. And by the end of the year, Bert’s mom passed away. However, Jake wasn’t there to comfort his friend, nor to know how heavy was the burden that young Bert was carrying. Young Jacob was too busy pondering and weighing the possibilities of what Mahasiah told him. Mahasiah was a seraph, an angel from heaven. Earth wasn’t Eden. God was dead. And he was to become the Avatar of Death itself. Azrael, the archangel of Death. Years couldn’t have prepared young Jacob to all those truths, and months of ‘therapy’ couldn’t have him accepting all that with a willingly open heart. Yet he had to. “Or else, someone other than you will have to carry that burden, and the next in line is your friend, Bertrand. It’s a heavy load to carry,” Mahasi
Not all secrets could be shared in one night of games, smokes and silence.They knew each other for so long that it was really hard for them not to open up like nothing happened. Even though there were, or course, awkward silent moments, as if one of them felt like the other was trying to say something, but couldn’t bring themselves to do so.“I’m sorry...” Jake finally said after all the crying. “I should’ve...”“Yeah, you bet you should have.” Bert responded, his voice carrying a bit of a bitterness that wasn’t strong enough to drown the happiness echoing in his words.“I know... But I...” And Jake’s words disappeared once more.What was he suppos
“You two can partner up, but only after I test your skills separately.” Gonzales told them the next morning, as they entered the precinct and went straight to talk to her. “I need to check if the rookie is good enough for the field, and if you are as good a consultant as the reports showed me.”“Yes ma’am!” Bertrand and Jacob said in unison.It was needless for them to worry about such things as not passing Gonzale’s test, because they worked really hard to get where they were. And after eleven years, they were together again.Of course it wasn’t as if nothing ever happened.They both experienced traumatic situations in their lives. Though they were able to meet again somehow, and if Jake was right, they
The shot echoed through the room, making Jake’s ears ring. It had been a while since he took part in a gun fight inside a closed space, and his tears were too much, and Bert’s movement was too much. Jake knew what he had done, but even still, he couldn cope with the fact that what he did to Bert made him a murderer. Erything was too much... “J-Jake...” Bertrand’s voice rang through his ears, but Jake refused to look no matter what. He would snap if anyone ever made him look at what he’d just done. He was Bert’s friend from even before he could think of himself as a social functioning person. Still... Jake shot him out of anxiety, out of fear. Latest Chapter