They stood at what used to be some part of town, but then became just a vast desert of ashes.
Bertrand with Don clinging onto his back, Elleanor and Abby behind them, Azrael just staring at the duo in front of them, and a few metres ahead stood Metatron and Michael, both with maniac smiles in their lips.
“I’ll give you two one last chance,” Metatron stated. “You deliver us the girl along with her mother, Purson will be forgiven for deserting the Sheol, and you, newborn abomination, will have a place among us in Eden.”
Bertrand looked at him, turned his gaze towards Michael, his humanoid form glowing purple, and shook his head.
“By the way you talk, you must be the infamous scribe of God, Metatron, yes?”
“...”
“I thought so...” Bertrand commented to no one in particular. He then felt a slight pull on the base of his coat.
Abby was looking at him, her other hand held tight to her mother’s. Elleanore stood beside Abigail, speechle
Becca followed Baatar and Grace to the surface, the stairway felt surprisingly shorter than the first time she stepped through it.Once out, goosebumps took over her when her eyes scanned the vicinity.There was nothing left but a complete wasteland, and ashes fell from the sky like dead tears.Becca’s whole surroundings smelled like death, and the souls all around her screamed for a place to go, as if they couldn’t go to Hell, nor to Heaven, nor to wherever their creed was supposed to take them.No...The scream she was hearing wasn’t coming from the souls, she noticed.It was coming from all around them, as if reality itself was shrieking.
“But... She...” Mathew stuttered, unsure of what to say or what the meaning of his dad’s ghost words was.“But... I...” Becca stuttered along, slightly confused of what it all was about.“You two heard me,” Jeremy’s ghost said, his ghastly form shimmering. “I couldn’t tell you everything properly, because for some reason Becca’s twin, even though being an angel, couldn’t shine her grace on me to keep my form from vanishing. But now it’s different, and I’m fully capable of speaking and telling you all the story that started all... Of this.”Everyone was silent from both sides. It was as if they all knew that something big was happening, and a great breakthrough was about to be accomplished. 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 ARC: Seeds of Calamity INTERLUDE - XIII - Between the Devil and the deep sea
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