Ring. Ring. Ring. The ringing phone wakes me up from my sleep. Groggily I slid my hand to the table next to the bed and flipped open my phone.
“Korbin, it's me your father.” Ugh...He's the last person I wanted to talk to. Don't get me wrong I love my dad but sometimes he's a bit...nosy.
“How are you feeling?”
“Tired. Other than that I'm alright.”
“Okay son, I just wanted to make sure. I know you're upset over Celina, but her funeral was-”
“Dad! I...I know. I'm fine really, don't worry about me I'll be fine.”
“Korbin...It wasn't your fault.” Click. I hung up the phone. I hate being rude to someone who's just trying to help me but I just didn't want to hear it. After Celina's death a week ago...I just didn't want to think about it too much.
Since I'm already awake I figured it's time to get dressed and go for a stroll. I put on a thin black collared jacket and black jeans since it's fall and slightly cold. Combing my hair would be useless considering it's wavy so it would just be a mess. I walked out the door of my apartment to the homely town of Clairview. It's not a town big on shops but it has a lot of houses and apartment complexes. A few blocks down sits the library. It's painful to think that not even a week ago me and Celina would go there to study or to meet up. But memories are priceless, even the bad ones.
I decided to visit the place. I know the library isn't big but it also isn't small for a single story library. The aroma of paper fills the air but that's common for a library. Now that I'm actually here what should I do? I walked down the sections aimlessly just browsing until a book piqued my interest. 'Necromantic Sorcery'. I was never into the supernatural but something about this book feels like it's calling out to me. I picked it off the shelves and sat down to begin reading what nonsense it has to show me. As I thought, it's all superfluous garbage about sorcerer’s and warlocks.
“What?” a strange event then unfolded. Wind, inside a building WIND, blew slightly. It wasn't strong but it was powerful enough to flip multiple pages of the book and leave it on another page.
“What was that? That was...Odd.” Looking back to the book I noticed the title of the chapter is 'Angel's and Rebirth'. Let me repeat I am not too fond of the supernatural but this chapter...I felt compelled to read it, like it was meant for me.
'Angels, do you believe in them? Well you don't have to because let me tell you through the writing of this tome that they indeed exist. You're probably asking if Angel's exist why have I never seen them? That is because they live amongst the living. Shrouded in human skin, their halo invisible, their wings hidden. But make no mistake, Angel's are more deadly than any creature on this mortal plane. Angel's only hate one thing more than Devil's and that is the Human's they are supposed to protect.' This is all to strange to take in, but I am dragged in. I want to continue! I want to know more, I never liked the supernatural before so why now? I must read!
'Now that the back story is over with let's get down to the real reason I wrote this tome. The dead. They are motionless, cease all activity, their heart stopped. Humans like to believe that once a person has passed they are gone forever from Earth. This is simply not the case. The dead CAN be revived! A deceased person can be brought back to life with full conscious and reason! The reason why this has failed to happen though is due to the difficult task involved in doing so. A person must kill ten Angel's and take their feathers. Only then when the ten Angel's are dead and the feathers collected will the Water of Life be created from the combined feathers Drop of Life excretions! But a warning to whoever is brave enough to take upon this task. The Angel's are fierce murders. They will defend themselves and the Natural Order of Life till they can not move a millimeter more. They will hunt you down and eviscerate you where you stand. You...Have been warned.'
By the end of the chapter I was shaking...Angel's? Bring back the dead? It all flowed in so fast yet I gradually came to accept it. I left the book on the table and ran out the library. By the time I reached my apartment I was panting like if I ran a thousand meter race.
“If...Assuming that angel's...Really exist. I can bring back Celina!” I punched the wall near the building feeling the pain against my knuckles. “And this time...I'll make sure to protect you!”.
My only problem is...Where does one go finding an Angel? The book mentioned that Angel's disguise themselves amongst us. I already know this won't be easy.
“Where would Angel's be? They protect the Natural Order of Life but doesn't that also involve death? Death...Graveyard!”. I ran to the only graveyard I had in mind. The one Celina was buried at.
By the time I reached the gate I was practically out of breath. The sky is dark with gray clouds, it will probably rain soon. I walked through the ominous cemetery cautiously expecting something yet not knowing what. In the distance I heard something...It was very faint but it sounded like an instrument. I followed the sound till it grew louder. I could now identify it as a harp. But why would someone be playing a harp at night? In a cemetery no less. Turning the corner I can now see the figure of a person draped in a white robe. The person has very long blonde hair that sank down their back. I assume it's a girl due to the hair and body shape.
“Excuse me!” I called out. The music instantly came to a stop as the woman turned around. A beautiful woman with blue eyes faced me.
“Korbin Jarius. Yes I knew you would come. The sound in the air told me so.”. Her voice is solemn and soft.
“Uhm...Alright but who are you?”
“I am Symphonia. An Angel that you seek.”. Upon her saying that a glowing halo faded into existence over her head and her wings sprouted from her back scattering many feathers around her. I am stunned, I didn't believe that Angel's could be real. But this isn't the time to be paralyzed with amazement. I clenched my hands into fists ready to strike. She didn't say a word but simply smiled and giggled.
“You're...A funny one. I like that. Makes the joy of killing you more entertaining.”
“I...Thought you angel's are supposed to help humans?”
“Help? Please. These pathetic beings? All your kind does is murder one another it's sickening. And then I have to go through all this trouble just to route the souls to Heaven or send them to Hell. If I had the choice I'd kill you all simple as that.”. I clenched my fist tight and grinding my teeth in anger. It stung to hear Angel's the beings humans revel and pray in to desecrate them like this!
“Oh! Are you getting mad? Poor dear...Allow me to play you a melody.”. She placed her fingers on her harp and begun to string the chords majestically. She looked like the very being she is meant to portray...But I know better now. I ran towards her my fist ready to punch her when I felt a sharp pain in my brain.
“Agh!!”. I fell to my knees in excruciating pain. I instinctively covered my ears and felt a warm liquid on my hands. I'm bleeding from the ears! It's that song!! I tried to stand up but the pressuring headache kept me grounded.
“Don't worry Korbin. It will be over...It will all be over soon.”
The pain was burning I feel like my head is going to explode any minute now! That's when I heard the sound of thunder pierce her song. A roaring thunder that shook the skies and stopped her from playing.
“What? No!” she screamed, as rain began to poor down from the sky. She looked flustered and disorganized. Her wings are wet hampering her from flying and the sound of the constant thunder interrupts her song. This is my chance!
I dashed at her with all my speed and grabbed her harp throwing it behind me somewhere into the cemetery. When she finally realized what I had done I punched her so hard in the face she fell off the tombstone and skidded along the ground. I jumped up above her and stomped on her stomach causing her to vomit blood.
“You're nothing without your harp!”
“Am...I?”, she grabbed her halo and sliced my legs with it. I fell over grabbing my legs trying to ignore the pain as blood oozed through my fingers. She staggeringly stood up with the halo firmly gripped in her hand. She spun around twice then threw the halo at me, I managed to roll over to dodge it then noticed it flying back towards me. I stood up quickly and jumped over the halo rolling on the ground.
“Oh...So you're not that bad.”
She then spun around again and held the halo still in her hand. Flicking her wrist three more halo's slid out from the single one. She placed two between the fingers in both her hands. Crap what do I do now?! I looked to my side to see a large branch that's near a tree. I grabbed the branch and dashed towards her. She began to spin throwing all four of the halo's at me. One came at my side so I knocked it away with the branch, another to my other side and blocked with the branch. It was then the branch split in half leaving me with an end in both hands. The other two halo's came straight towards me, knocking one down with one branch. That branch broke apart and the other halo I knocked away with the last piece, that branch also breaking. I continued to dash at her. She tried to block herself with her arms but instead of attacking her I jumped above her and grabbed her from behind.
“What the Hell do you think you're doing?!”
“What do you-” she saw all the four halo's flying straight at herself trying to aim for the me that's behind her.
“You bastard!!”. It was at that moment three halo's impaled her chest and stomach the last one pierced through her neck, the halo almost cutting my face. Blood trailed down from the holes in her body. Letting go of my grip her body fell and the halo's shine died off and shattered. I knelt down next to her and plucked one of the feather's on her wings and stuffed it into my pocket. I stared into the sky for a while comprehending what exactly I have just done. The rain dropped onto my body like a heavy burden. I then realized...This task is a dark and long one.