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| [Fanfiction] Sacred Sin: The Seraph [Book 2] |
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| KEEP YOUR TERMS SEPARATE, CHILDREN  Chapter 1 : The Return The archangel sat behind the round table where him and his fellow angel mice had earlier made strategies against the demons. There were burn scars a little bit all over the place from Asmodeus’ flame, otherwise he had been restored. He was tapping with his paw on the white marbled table, seemingly absent. Suddenly, Gabriel dropped in. He landed next to Michael and pushed out a chair, sitting down on it. “Are you waiting for something?” The honey-haired mouse questioned. Michael nodded. “The rest.” he answered and Gabriel gave the archangel an understanding motion with his head. A perhaps slightly awkward silence set in. It was interrupted by soft flapping as Azrael and Uriel landed, also taking chairs for themselves. The angel of death was carrying his book around as usual. Michael counted quietly. “Raphael, Harahel… Hespera… three left.” The mouse locked his paws together on the table. Eventually the aforementioned three arrived, with the brunet mouse carrying Raziel’s now-readable grimoire. Hespera had learned how to fly over these past years and didn’t look much different from the angels now and got on with them well, too. “Alright, where do I start…” the archangel spoke, then stood up. “Did anyone actuallythink I’d kill Israfil?” some of the mice’s eyes widened at the question. Harahel nodded and so did Gabriel. “Almost did.” Azrael replied, still staring at his own book. “I’m not going to blame any of you for thinking that,” Michael paused again. “I have two spells that look nearly identical.” “Hold on, hold on.” The mint-haired mouse suddenly interfered. “Were you actually casting a purification spell? Is that it?” “Yes.” The scarred mouse nodded. A relieved wave of sighs went across the table. “That was first. Second of all,” Michael continued, “A seraph.” Harahel’s head shot up. “A seraph?” the spectacled angel mouse eyed the archangel. “Have you been thinking on it?” “I’ve had my time to think – and to read the grimoire.” Michael replied. “But we’re not going to repeat that seraph 850 years ago.” “What was the seraph 850 years ago?” Hespera asked. Harahel didn’t take long to reply. “I guess you didn’t get there yet. Seraphs used to be defined as… coalitions of angels. By that I mean, we took two and we fused them together via a magic process. Painlessly, of course. Now this coalition could result in a split personality and in some other instances, the angels didn’t fully fuse so they just kind of… hung around. But those were experimental seraphs, from volunteers. We didn’t force anyone.” The brunet mouse paused and shut his eyes. “God, this is embarrassing. Anyway! We’ve found new ways to make seraphs, without a coalition but that’s another song and dance. The specific seraph 850 years ago was a total disaster. We attempted to make one to combat the violent demon assaults at that time, but…” “It resulted in first blasting away a piece of hell which was fine. But then the demons found a way to take control of the seraph’s unstable mental condition and blasted away a piece of heaven too.” Azrael finished. “Which is why we stopped trying to seraph a long time ago, but now our dear archangel has decided that we should make another one.” He cast a sharp glare at Michael. “The point is, with Raziel’s grimoire deciphered we have a new way to create a seraph without using the coalition method…” Michael said. “…so now we need a volunteer to turn into a seraph.” The angel of death finished off again. It was Michael’s turn to glare. A silence set in over the table. The archangel sat back down. Everyone seemed to be pondering. Would someone want to become a seraph? Why would they want to become one? Would Raziel’s method even be successful? These questions prevailed until one of the mice stood up. “I’ll do it.” Everybody turned their heads to look at Hespera. Harahel looked like he had gotten a heart attack. “But Hespera- We don’t even know if it’ll work?” “I died first – I did the least. So I’ll make up for it now.” The black-haired mouse girl said. Michael laced his paws together and looked exasperated in a matter of seconds. “Your courage is admirable, but think on it some more because Harahel is right. We don’t know what this method does or how it will turn out. But we know one thing for sure,” the blond mouse paused. “Every seraph that we had summoned, be it coalition or this, has not died in the process. Worst case scenario would be you losing control which seems unlikely because there is only one mind.” “But that’s enough reassurance for me to decide on it now!” Hespera raised her voice a bit in a panicked way. Michael sighed. “Do you insist?” “Mhm!” the angel girl nodded. She didn’t sound hesitant. “Are you sure sure?” Gabriel asked, leaning forward across the table. “Sure sure!” “Alright we got a seraph volunteer! Who’s next?” The messenger announced. “Gabriel this isn’t the time to joke!” Raphael jumped up. Michael rolled his eyes. “Just like kids?” Azrael nodded. “We’re only missi-“ “Shut up before I shoot you to the other edge of heaven with an attached petition to kick you out, Azrael.” The mice looked at Michael. “Don’t mind me.” *** Hespera sat among the clouds and thought about the seraph thing. The mouse couldn’t’ say she regretted her decision, really. All in all she felt pretty content. The female angel was about to doze off when Harahel landed next to her, carrying a few papers. “Are you still sure?” the brunet mouse questioned. “Yep!” “I dug up some old documents if you want to know more.” “Harahel, is that a question? I always want to know more.” The angels laughed. “Well in any case, I’ve found some old pictures of the previous seraphs…” Harahel rustled with the papers in his paws, flipping up some with yellowed and slightly torn edges. “Since the previous seraphs used to be coalitions, it was inevitable that they’d bear resemblance to both angels. They got double pairs of wings,” he was dragging his paw around the paper all while talking. “Sometimes two tails, but that’s pretty rare. But all seraphs had a halo, and not one like Michael’s.” he paused. “You didn’t see it because you were dead, but when Astaroth attacked Michael with the hellfire, he burned away the outer layer of his halo.” “Outer layer?” The black-haired mouse asked. “Michael’s original halo is just a circle of light, but it’s also encased in gold spikes – what we usually see. Seraphs only have a halo of light and not above their head. It’s behind.” “Kind of like a gloriole?” “Yeah.” “What else happens?” “Well, seraphs were mainly summoned for their power and aptitude in battle. Of course it’d a different effect in coalitions where both skills are fused and make something better but… Raziel’s records, as you know, state that the subject’s skills will be… enhanced with great levels.” Harahel looked skeptical. “At least that’s what he wrote.” “It seems Raziel knew a lot.” Hespera remarked. “Oh, yes…” the brunet mouse paused. “He knew way too much. It seems he thought ahead of all of us, his own death even. Since he’s no longer here, the grimoire is now readable which has led us to believe that when he wrote it, he had cast a spell so cryptic that couldn’t be undone unless he died. Of course, he created it himself and only he alone could decipher it, which I… completely understand after reading the book. Knowing how… impulsive some of us are, we wouldn’t hesitate to get back on the demons. It’s like Azrael mentioned earlier though, how a seraph blew away a chunk of heaven. Raziel kept these secrets from us in fear that we would misuse them, or pick the wrong time to use them.” “Dear lord… Yes, that’s profound indeed…” the female mouse spoke quietly. “What else do you suppose he knew, that he didn’t tell you?” “There’s a lot written in his documents, all in the cryptic language he founded himself. Trust me when I say ‘a lot’. There’s so much I haven’t had time to go through all of it in 15 years!” Harahel raised his voice toward the end in an element of surprise. “I think you should get some sleep now, Hespera.” “Will do. You too.” |
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