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Have y'all been keeping up with the story I've been posting here?
I would love your opinions! It's just the first draft so it'll probably have some changes when it's finished lol

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Chapter Four


(TW! Mentions of blood, death, and angels depicted as violent or evil, don't read if you're religious and may be offended!)

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"Every first born in Egypt died by my hand tonight. Par for those that marked their doors with lambs blood. I do not understand why they had to die. Uriel told me he was proud of me when it was over, however. He has never said that to me before."
-Clarissa

Evangelous kept to himself for the next couple of days. He stayed locked away in his room, reading Clarissa’s journal, only leaving when he was summoned for a task. This morning, there was another poor soul for Evangelous to sentence to death.
Evangelous changed into his robes and made his way to the execution hall. The prisoner hadn’t been brought out to him yet, and there was quite the audience this time around. Four out of the eight archangels were there, watching Evangelous step onto the podium.

“He’s here, bring out the prisoner.” Said Ramadiel, one of the archangels. The others in attendance were Uriel, Raziel, and Gabriel.
Evangelous was very confused by their attendance. Normally, only Uriel would attend executions, and even that was a rare occurrence.

A couple of guards dragged a beaten down angel into the hall, and up onto the podium.
His head was covered in a burlap sack. Ramadiel stepped over to him, pushing Evangelous out of the way as he grabbed the sack to pull it off of the bloodied angel.

Evangelous’ heart sank. Before him, broken and bloodied with his hands chained behind him, was his only friend. Lucious looked up at him, quaking and whimpering in fear. He had been tortured, likely in interrogation. Blood dripped down his face, and his wings had been carved clean off of his back, leaving gaping wounds where they once were.

“WHAT IS HIS CRIME!?” Evangelous demanded, turning on the archangels. He looked to Uriel, who stood with pursed lips and a furrowed brow.

“You kill who we tell you to kill. Who are you to question us?” Ramadiel spat.

“Uriel, please. He’s my friend.” Evangelous pleaded. He dropped his winged shroud so the angel that raised him would be forced to look into his face.

“Where is the journal he gave you, Evangelous?” He replied cooly, averting his gaze.

“I’ll give it to you, please don’t hurt him. Spare him!”

Gabriel spoke up. “It’s too late for that, Lucious was aware of the consequences when he gave it to you. Kill him, or we will.” A bright light formed in his hands, taking the shape of a great glowing sword.

“I can’t… I- I won’t!” The reaper exclaimed with a quivering voice.

“Very well.” Gabriel said, in a monotone, cold, voice. He stepped towards Lucious and raised the sword of light above his head.

Evangelous let out a cry and dove onto the podium, covering Lucious with his own body protectively just as the blade came down. It hit Evangelous roughly, but could not cut his skin. A reaper could only be killed by their own scythe.
Lucious let out a cry beneath him. Then he went quiet… And very still.

“Lucy?” Evangelous called his name softly, looking down at his friend in his arms. He laid motionless with blank open eyes.

Raziel scoffed. “Look at what you did. You killed him after all.”

Evangelous stared at his lifeless friend and choked back a sob. “I didn’t mean too… I-”

“Evangelous. Stand up.” Uriel ordered. The crying death angel gently laid his friend on the ground and brushed his hand over his open eyes to close them. He stood up with clenched fists.

“What he told you, all of it, were lies. The journal he gave you, you cannot believe anything in it. Clarissa was a very disturbed individual. She was… borderline schizophrenic, you see.” Uriel put his hand on Evangelous’ shoulder. “Where is the journal?"

“How did you know?” Evangelous asked, his voice low and unsteady. “How do you know what he told me? How do you know about the book?”

“Oh, Evangelous. You are the only angel of death. Did you really think that we would not be watching your every step? Dear boy, how foolish can you be?”

“If he was telling me lies, then why did he have to die?” Evangelous’ voice cracked.

“Imagine if he started to spread those lies all over the heavens? We would have a riot on our hands!” Uriel scoffed and redirected Evangelous towards the exit, out of the execution hall.
No doubt he would be locked up in his room until they decided what to do with him. If he promised to behave, and stayed an obedient little pup, they would likely keep Evangelous alive.
But he would never truly be living, not without Lucious, the only person he really cared about. Life in the heavens would be dull and depressing with no Lucy to light his world.

Evangelous wasn’t about to let them control him any longer. As they reached the doors, he spread his double set of wings and launched himself off of the ground, leaving Uriel and the other archangels in the dust. He flew as fast as he could, stopping on his balcony just long enough to snatch Clarissa’s journal from its hiding spot, before he took off again. The book tucked firmly into his robes.

Evangelous went to the center plaza, where a beautiful ornate reflection pool decorated the plaza. On the surface, it was an ordinary pool, but in reality, it was a portal to Earth. One plunge into its holy waters would have an angel crashing through the stratosphere like a meteoroid.
There were several guards stationed around it, but Evangelous handled them all with a single touch. Uriel reached him as the last stationed guard fell. It was too late to turn back. Now, Evangelous was committing treason.

“Evangelous! Wait, step away from the portal!” Uriel urged him. “You don’t have to do this, step off of the ledge, let’s talk. It’s not too late.”


“He was my friend, Uriel!” Evangelous spat. “I loved him!”

“You knew better than to get so close to someone. Honestly, what did you think was going to happen?”

Evangelous turned and leapt into the water without looking back.

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•○●•○●•○●•○●•Death Becomes Us●•○●•○●•○●•○●•
Chapter Three


(TW! Mentions of blood and angels depicted as violent or evil, don't read if you're religious and may be offended!)

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Evangelous slept as well as he ever did, which was barely at all. A perpetually guilty conscience was not one that could be so easily laid to rest.
When the early morning sun peaked through his window and settled across the reaper’s tired face, he sat up with a groan and threw his fleece blanket off of his groggy body. It landed on the floor in an untidy heap.

Evangelous got dressed and went downstairs to find Uriel in his study. It was grand, a study fit for a king, with an impressive collection of books and chiseled stone tablets, on a shelf that reached the ceiling, and a desk big enough to fit a feast of a family of five. Uriel was sitting on his velvety, plush stool cover, and writing down some names into a log book.

Evangelous poked his head through the doorway and cleared his throat. “Good morning, Sir. Do you have any work for me today?”

Uriel closed his ledger quickly and looked up at him. “Ah, good morning, Evangelous. How did you sleep?” He asked him.

“The same as always. Do you have any work for me? Or am I free for the day?” Evangelouse repeated.

“No work. Go and enjoy your day off.”

“Okay, I’m going to go see Lucious. Send me a dove if you need me.” Evangelous left.

The flight to Lucious’ home was short, though walking would have taken him hours. Evangelous landed on the cherub’s doorstep and tucked in his wings. He grabbed the scroll shaped knocker and gave it a gentle tap on the door. Moments later, Lucious opened up.

“Angie hello!” Lucious greeted him warmly.

“Hello, Lucy.” He returned.

Evangelous followed him inside and shut the door behind him. Lucious led him to the home’s built-in conversation pit and sat him down. Lucy suddenly became very solemn, very different to his usually cheery self.

“About what you asked me, it took a couple of days, but I believe I found some of the information you asked for.” He told him. “You’re not going to like it, I’m afraid…”

“What is it?”

“The reaper that came before you was murdered by Uriel because she found out something horrible about him and the other archangels.” Lucious looked around suspiciously, as if there was someone else around, despite it being just the two of them in his house. “I’m afraid to tell you, I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Evangelous twiddled his thumbs anxiously. “You can tell me, I’ll be alright.”

“Humans don’t go to paradise in Eden after they die. Their souls are harvested by the archangels and infused into precious metals to make powerful weapons and artifacts.” Lucious put his hand on his shoulder. “If anyone finds out that you know this… just keep doing what they say. If you’re obedient they’ll likely keep you around. It would be easier than raising another Angel of Death. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“What if they find out that you know?” Evangelous questioned, his brows scrunched with worry underneath his winged shroud. “How did you even find this out? This information would not be publicly available at the library.”

“The reaper before you, I believe her name was Clarrisa or something similar. I found her old journal hidden deep in the vault room with all of the historical documents. She told of her findings and wrote that she was hiding the journal on the last used page. I have it in my bedroom, do you want it?”

Evangelous nodded. “Yes, please.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back.” Lucious got up and hurried to his bedroom. He rummaged around for a few moments and returned with an ancient book in hand. “Here, keep it well hidden. You wouldn’t want anyone to find this.”

Evangelous skimmed through the pages and tucked it into his robes. “I will. Thank you, Lucy. It’s time for me to keep up my end of the bargain. Do you still wish to know what I look like?”

Lucious’ eyes widened. He nodded quickly. “Yes, of course! I’ve wondered for years!”

Evangelous slowly lowered the wings that wrapped tight around his face. He had four piercing eyes, one pair where eyes would normally be, one pair below those on his cheekbones. There was a ridge where his nose should have been, and no mouth to be seen. Any words he spoke were projected from his halo like a radio.

Lucious gasped and studied his face closely. The reaper’s face reddened, and he started to cover it up again. “I’m sorry. I am not very nice to look at.”

Lucious reached his hand towards Evangelous’ face, gently parting his wings once more so he could look again. “Nonsense, Angie, you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you…”

Evangelous stayed with his friend for several more hours before he returned to the palace, going straight to his room with Clarissa’s journal before anyone could stop him for a chat. He locked his door and sat down in his bay window bed, opening the journal to the first worn and faded page.
He was very excited to read the words of someone who would have understood what he went through and what he was feeling. He wondered what Clarissa had looked like. Was her face like his, too? Or was he just unlucky and drew a bad straw or two in the womb?
He shook those silly questions out of his head and started to read the very first excerpt.

“Uriel provided me with a diary. He believes that I will find comfort in expressing my thoughts and feelings in the pages. He tells me that I am holding my emotions too close to my bosom and that he does not wish to see me erupt like a volcano if I hold it all in.

I informed him that I pray to God every night about my feelings, but he does not answer, and neither will a silly little book. He did not like that answer.

I am unsure if this is how I am supposed to use a journal. He told me to pretend as if I was writing to a friend. I would not know, I do not have friends.”

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I think I inhaled too much bleach at work, cause I just sniffled and that shit tasted and smelled like pure chlorine

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•○●•○●•○●•○●•Death Becomes Us●•○●•○●•○●•○●•
Chapter Two


(TW! Mentions of blood, and angels depicted as violent or evil, don't read if you're religious and may be offended!)

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After spending most of the day with his friend, Evangelous went home to his lonesome quarters in the regal, intimidating, and gilded central palace. It homed Uriel and a few of Uriel’s friends, family, and servants.
The other archangels lived elsewhere, spread out evenly in smaller castles that overlooked every corner of Heaven, so they could easily keep their citizens in check.

Evangelous turned down a pillared alcove and ran his hands over the cool marble, ancient and stained with angel blood. No amount of scrubbing could wash it clean. Heaven was beautiful, but the corruption and unforgiving nature of its rulers reared its ugly face at every pristine and shining corner.

The angels were loyal to their cruel leaders. If they followed all of the rules, they would someday ascend to Eden and be allowed to bask in God’s light. With a reward like that, who would ever think to disobey?
Only the archangels had seen The Father. They were the only ones who had earned the right to ascend. Every law and order they passed came from God.
If Evangelous ever had the opportunity to have an audience with their lord, he would ask him to be free from his responsibility to kill. He would ask for it to be safe for his loved ones to touch his hands without their very being burning away into oblivion. Surely, the all-powerful Father could do that for him.

The melancholy reaper spread his wings and lifted up off of the path. He rose into the air with a mighty flap and soured along the outside of the palace, up to the highest, most secluded spire, where his room was tucked away into.

Evangelous landed on his balcony and stretched with a sigh. In his solitude, he let the small wings that shrouded his face fall aside. The breeze on his skin felt nice after being covered all day. It had been a very long and emotional day. Every execution day was, however.

He rested his elbows on the chased balcony railing and looked out over the city. The setting sun glinted off of the gold and white architecture and glimmered on the water fronts and fountains that decorated the pristine gardens and uniformly planted olive trees and grape vines.

“So much white and gold.” He sighed to himself. “When will they learn to build with more colours? At least then the blood spilled from the backs of the workers will be easier to hide.”

He pushed himself back off of the railing with exasperation and trudged into his room. A hot bath sounded nice. It could be a good way to unwind and soak the stress of the day away.
Evangelous made up his mind and traversed the long spiral staircase down from his quarters to the rest of the castle. It was forbidden to fly indoors, but he didn’t mind the workout.

The bathhouse was steamy and warm. Magnificent fountain statues loomed above the pools, shaped like beautiful maidens that poured hot water into the baths from the giant shiny bowls they held out above their heads.

Evangelous peeled off his silky robes and folded them up neatly, setting them aside on one of the marble ottomans that sat nearby the bath before he stepped into the relaxing water.
He submerged himself up to his nose in the steamy holy bath and closed his eyes, wondering what information Lucious would be able to bring him when they saw each other next.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of voices echoing down the corridor. Evangelous covered his face and perked up a little bit to listen.
Uriel was walking and talking with another archangel, Raziel.

“He’s slipping, Raziel. He’s showing the same rebellious signs that he did the first time he ran away.” Uriel said with a worried tone.

“He doesn’t want to be a killer. Can you blame him?” Raziel replied. “He knows what will happen if he tries to leave again. Punish him if he speaks out of line again. If you do not, he will just believe he can get away with questioning us.”

“You are right, Brother. I will next time. He should know his role is to follow orders and kill without question. As was the role of all the reapers before him.”

The two of them entered the bathhouse, where they saw Evangelous sitting silently in one of the pools. Uriel stopped near him.

“Oh, Evangelous. I’m surprised to see you here.” He said, giving him a sly smile.

Evangelous looked up at him, glaring through the cracks between the feathers enshrouding his face. “You told me to take a bath.”

“Ah, yes, I did. Good lad.” Uriel took off his own robes and got into a different pool nearby, Raziel did the same. No one would dare share the water with Evangelous for fear that he could pollute it just by sitting together. The water would be filtered out pretty quickly after he left regardless.

“Why do you always cover your face, boy? In all the centuries I’ve known you, I have never seen it.” Raziel asked, turning around to rest his elbows on the edge of the pool he was in. Evangelous didn’t answer.

“You must be very ugly then if you won't show it.” He snickered. “Uriel, you raised the boy. What does he look like?”

“He is just shy. Let him be.” Uriel scolded the other archangel.
Evengelous rolled his eyes and got out of the steamy water. He would get no relaxation with the two of them there, pretending as if he had not clearly heard their conversation that was obviously about him.
He dried off and put his robes back on.

“Off to bed? Goodnight, Evangelous.” Uriel gave him a warm smile.

“Yes. Goodnight.” He left, climbing the stairs back to his room.

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