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. Metatron looked at the battlefield, scanning his surroundings and analysing to which side the scales of that decisive battle were tilting.By his side, Megumi still kept protecting him flawlessly, not allowing a single pebble to get near the scribe.“Megumi-cchi,” Metatron said, not looking at her “I have to go now. The time has come for you to start fighting for me, as I told you that you would. Will you do it for your dad?”Megumi nodded as the scribe of God closed his eyes and focused.“Yes... The time has come...” Metatron spoke to himself, gleaming and oozing power. “You’ll finally pay for ‘your’ sins... Nezariel!”His usual self was shown as an old, decreARC: Seeds of Calamity CHAPTER OF THE END - XI - The Devil is in the details (Seven)
Everything around and within all the beings who stood on the battlefield felt empty, as if there was nothing else to be felt in the creation.But as they focused a bit more on their surroundings, coming little by little to their senses once again, they felt that God wasn’t the only being there, Who had a presence of Their own.However, none of the sides that were previously fighting for their lives, for something that they couldn’t even remember now, had time to figure out to whom those other presences belonged to, or even what it all meant, if it ever meant something.Because the true voice of God resounded everywhere around and within them all.Before Don could even turn around to warn the only two humans
Timeless saintsColourless paintsEndless rainsGraceless fatesThe Book of Saints and Sinners *** Ten years later, somewhere in the in-between dimensions Becca’s eyes shone brightly in blue, red and black. But her hands sweated profusely in nervousness. It wasn’t every day that one had the chance to find the mighty Sun Wukong, monkey king and Great Sage, Heaven’s Equal. Even more if one was an edennan, inherently guilty of trying to decimate the other gods. An edennan would be automatically killed if tried to approach any of the other gods alone. And Becca not only approached the monkey king, but also challenged him to a match of Shogi. “A western celestial being, challenging the most powerful of eastern beings, Budha’s Victorious Fighter, in a game where both of us have few to none knowledge of?” Sun Wukong laughed sarcastically. "You sure are confident, kid. That or you’re too full of yourself. But rest assured that if arrogance is what you have in abundance, I’ll make sure t
“JAKE, WE HAVE VISITORS!” Eve shouted upstairs as they passed through the comfortable living room. Theresa went straight up without saying hello to her dad, who was polishing his violin and waxing the strings on his bow.“We’re playing today, aren’t we?” Becca asked, looking at how much care he had in the simple movements being executed.“You like violins?” Jake’s dad asked, looking a bit distraught by Becca’s appearance. But at least he noticed her. “Oh dear, what happened to you?”“This is Jake’s friend, my dear. Har name is... I don’t recall having asked your name before, did I?”“My name is Becca.” She introduced herself. “And don’t worry, been wors