Another year passed, and I was pregnant with you, Daniel. Your father was overjoyed, awaiting your arrival. But on the day of my labor, he received devastating news from the other Incarnates: they planned to strike down Belzebub that very day. Despite his pleas to change their minds, they were resolute. As their strongest warrior and the chosen one to destroy Belzebub, he had no choice but to follow them. He left, promising to return by the time I delivered. He returned as promised, but unknown to me, he was no longer my husband.You were born with a rare rhesus blood defect, requiring an immediate blood transfusion. Your father was the obvious choice, but I should have noticed his hesitation. Once you were out of danger, we left the hospital, and I began to notice his strange behavior. He twitched anytime I asked him to do simple tasks, especially when holding you. One night, I demanded to know what was wrong, and he screamed, falling from the bed. "Stay away, woman! Enough is enough
Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death. When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.As I saw his face, I felt my soul being pulled out of my body. I tried to hold on, but it was too late. My physical body fell to the ground, and I was left astrally projected, helpless to stop Azrael from claiming my soul. But then, Belzebub appeared, grabbing my lifeless body. He saw my astral form and knew he was too late. Azrael reached for my soul, but Belzebub, influenced by his vessel Samson's love for me, lunged at the Angel of Death, determined to fight for my soul.Oh, Danie
My eyes widened in shock as I listened to my mother's tale, my mind reeling with the weight of her words. I felt like I had been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. As she finished speaking, I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside me. There was shock, anger, sadness, and confusion all battling for dominance. I didn't know what to feel or how to process this revelation.I looked at my mother, my eyes searching for answers. I saw the determination in her eyes, the conviction that she had made the right decision. But I also saw the pain, the sacrifice she had made for me. I thought about my whole life, about the memories we had never made together. I thought about the times I had wondered why she wasn't there for me, why she had left me behind. And I realized that she had been stuck in this graveyard, waiting for me, for 13 long years.A lump formed in my throat as I tried to speak. "M-mom..." I stuttered. "Why? Why did you do it?"
Back in the warehouse, Uriel and Chris stood amidst the dimly lit surroundings, the air thick with tension. Uriel's piercing gaze locked onto Chris as they engaged in a conversation.They stood amidst the eerie silence, their conversation flowing like a gentle stream."Do know why Samson is after you, Chris?" Uriel asked, his piercing gaze boring into Chris's soul.Chris shrugged, his eyes narrowed in confusion. "I have no idea. I'm just a detective, how can I be his target."Uriel's expression turned solemn, his voice low and mysterious. "You're more than that, Chris. You're filled with the Grace of God."Chris's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "What do you mean? I'm not even a regular churchgoer due to my work."Uriel's gaze never wavered. "The Grace of God is not reserved for the pious, Chris. It's given to those with a pure heart, and you, my friend, possess that quality. Any weapon you wield becomes fatal to demons and even the Fallen Angel Belzebub."Chris's mind reeled as the rev
Samson unleashed a hail of bullets from his massive machine gun, firing at Uriel with a ferocity that would have torn a mortal man to shreds. But Uriel was no mortal man. With a swift motion, he raised his hand, and a brilliant light burst forth, illuminating the dark warehouse.As the bullets hurtled towards him, Uriel vanished in a flash of speed, moving at the velocity of sound. He reappeared behind Samson, his eyes blazing with divine fury. Samson spun around, his machine gun still firing, but Uriel was too fast. He dodged and weaved, avoiding the bullets with ease, his movements a blur of speed and grace.With a swift kick, Uriel sent the machine gun flying out of Samson's hands, and it clattered to the ground, silenced. Samson snarled, drawing his dagger, but Uriel was upon him in an instant. The two clashed in a flurry of punches and kicks, their movements lightning-fast as they exchanged blows.But Uriel's divine powers gave him the edge. He landed a devastating punch to Samso
I returned to the roof of the warehouse with Gabriel, feeling the ground vibrate beneath our feet. The sounds of battle grew louder, and Gabriel's eyes narrowed, his senses on high alert. "Belzebub is here," he said, his voice low and urgent. My determination surged, and I demanded, "Put me back in my body, Gabriel. I need to take down Samson." But Gabriel hesitated, his eyes locked on mine. "You're not strong enough to defeat Belzebub alone, Daniel. We need to capture him unharmed." Before I could ask, Gabriel tapped my spirit's forehead, and we merged into my body. I felt a surge of power course through my veins, and Gabriel's voice echoed in my head. "You are now an Arch soldier, Daniel. Together, we will take down Belzebub and restore balance to this world." With our fusion, I stood tall, my body glowing with an otherworldly light. We gazed down at the battle below and spotted Belzebub poised to strike Uriel. Without hesitation, we tapped the glass roof, unleashing a powerful
Uriel's face remained expressionless, but his eyes blazed with a fierce light. He raised his hand, and I felt a surge of energy lift me off the ground. "You dare to strike an Archangel?" Uriel's voice was low and menacing. "You will pay for your insolence."I struggled, but Uriel's grip was unyielding. I felt my very essence being pulled apart, my scream drowned out by the sound of my own soul tearing apart. Just as fast as it began, he suddenly stopped everything . Uriel's expression remained unchanged as he didn't look angry but he then showed a hint of disappointment before letting out a sigh. "Hmmm..."With a flick of his wrist, Uriel released me, and I collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. Uriel turned and walked away, leaving me to wonder if I had imagined the whole encounter. Gabriel approached me, a concerned look on his face. "Daniel, are you okay?"I nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little shaken." Gabriel placed a hand on
As we materialized in the abandoned storehouse, the dim lighting and musty air enveloped us like a shroud. The scent of decay and neglect hung heavy, a potent reminder of the space's long abandonment. Uriel, Gabriel, and I fanned out, our eyes scouring the shadows for any sign of Belzebub or his minions. But the silence was oppressive, and the only sound was the soft creaking of old wooden beams.My wounded pride and bruised body still lingered from my defeat at Uriel's hands. The memory of our duel still burned in my mind, a bitter taste that refused to fade. As we searched the storehouse, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment towards Uriel, who had so effortlessly bested me.Gabriel's voice broke the silence, his eyes scanning the shadows. "Stay sharp, Daniel. We don't know what we're up against." I nodded curtly, my hand instinctively reaching for the dagger at my belt. I had no intention of being caught off guard again.As we moved deeper into the storehouse, the silenc