The Page in Becca’s hands glowed in an unexpected manner, a mysterious and ancient power overflowing from it.
“Uh...” Becca stuttered. “I’m sure that... Whatever it’s doing, it’s not my fault, and it wasn’t supposed to be doing this... Was it?”
Uriel looked at the Page, coming closer to Becca for the first time in what felt like forever.
And the closer she got, the brighter the Page would shine.
“Is that... A page from the book of life...?” Uriel asked, looking terrified for once.
“Yes, it is the Page that represents the human’s archetype of Justice,” Sabatiel answered, going on with his explanation “and it suits your sister, as well as
Camael knew they would come. He just felt it, even though he didn’t know who they were or what they’d be after, but he knew they’d come. It was a delightful surprise that, in the midst of the battle, he could feel a familiar presence from someone as strong as the one who inherited Odin’s will. It was a bit odd to feel a presence with foreign godly power right there in Eden, but it was comforting somehow, because they needed every help they could get. However, he wasn’t able to find the one to whom that godly power belonged to. His morale increased a lot, though, so he fought more fiercely, in order to clear his field of view, to have at least one chance to find the source of that godly power and the companions that arrived with him. Camael’s Gale of The Abyss crushed and tore demons all around him, and Odin’s ble
Gabriel was one of the strongest archangels, losing only to Michael, and followed closely by Uriel. Despite the respect she showed towards him, though, he could feel it clearly. The difference in strength had been increased largely, making the Judge of the Scorching Flames surpass her brother by far. “No... You aren’t a judge anymore. It’s more like Empress of The Scorching Flames, right?” Gabriel said to himself, smiling happily. It wouldn’t be so nice if everyone were equals to one another, but he always liked it when someone surpassed him. It felt to him that the scales were shifting and the world was moving. And nothing was better than seeing the world following its righteous path. The thoughts went on and on in his head, until he reached the peak of the highest mountain that the seventh layer consisted of, only to be greeted by the most ominous presence he had ever encountered before. The mountain top was cut like a gigantic table
Mortal?Was the scribe of God right in his ears?An Ophanim. No! A ‘broken’ Ophanim? Passing a sentence on to him as if he was some kind of sinner?No!“You’re lying!” Metatron said, gasping and coughing a few mouthfuls of dark blood, looking down on Becca. “You’re nothing but a damn angel. You can’t condemn a single thing in ‘MY’ Father’s creation!”Metatron’s eyes burned, and his throat felt sore. However, his attitude was still as high and mighty as always.He had to put her down somehow, no matter the price.The scribe felt it. 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 ARC: Seeds of Calamity CHAPTER OF THE END - II - The unforgiven
“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