Free Web NovelChapter 8: Chapter 8: Your Wife
Brother and sister. Only a year apart. Cheering being the oldest. They were together since childhood, raised heroically, raised well. From the guidance and wisdom of their long-lost mother, by their strict father, but more so than ever.
When they were young teenagers and needed a way of life, one man was there more than ever. Amon himself.
Amon didn’t take the credit, but Cheering and Nyima owed him so. So much so, Nyima herself fell in love ever so deep, that she owed him even more, getting so much love and attention from her hero.
But the time came, to finally give more than she was taking... still.
"No!" Cheering bellowed. "You can’t be asking this of us." He said, looking at the innocent-looking, wing bearer. The one who saved them all. Ureil.
The loudness echoed from his gestures alone, but she didn’t back down. She looked at her, Nyima. "You are his wife, it’s in your hands, and I am asking of her, not you."
Cheering turned quiet, but he turned to Nyima. "It’s dangerous, too dangerous. You know that, right?" He muttered, looking at her eyes, which didn’t give any reaction. But he saw it, those shaking hands, and those shaking legs.
She was afraid, and rightfully so, as what was asked of her was nothing short of terrifying.
"I will do it." Nyima simply said.
"No..."
"Cheering!" Nyima shouted, silencing him right away. "It’s for him..."
Cheering turned quiet, backing away. "He loves you, he wouldn’t have allowed it."
"More reason that I need to do it. I don’t want to live as a burden any longer." She said, gripping her hands.
He didn’t speak, couldn’t speak. Of course he wouldn’t, because what disturbed Nyima, the weight of love, he too understood. He too wanted to pay him back, at some point in his life.
As time and time again, he felt the same.
Ureil came forward, grabbing Nyima’s hand, her wings flourishing from her back. "As expected of his wife, you’re brave."
The flapping of wings echoed, wind appearing out of nowhere. The snow rising from where they stood.
Cheering closed his eyes once, and when he opened them, both of them were gone, taking the wind, the light, leaving only a cloudy darkness and a deep cold to his bone.
"Am I just useless? Or am I just a coward?"
Amon landed right in the village, worried if something had happened here as well. The chaos he had feared wasn’t present at all. Everything was the same, the fire still burning as ever. The homes and houses and the families inside were the same.
He sighed a breath of relief, but for some reason, the children who would normally run towards him stayed there, fear in their eyes.
"Oh..." He voiced, as he looked at himself, his clothes soaked in blood, the stench of hell all over his body, the sulfur pungent and radiating.
"Can’t blame them." He voiced. "Everything is clear here. Now I need to go check on them." He said, jumping once more, jumping towards the area where Cheering and Nyima should be.
He wanted to warn them. The way Lucifer laughed, the way everything happened, his instincts were churning for some reason. Even though the threat was dealt with, he still felt something amiss.
There is more to this...
The way he paced, with just speed, his agility gradually increasing, the blood splitting away from his clothes, some of it even ripping off, while a thought ran through his mind. A dark thought.
Are the angels...? A certain thought ran through his mind, a cold one. A thought which made his skin crawl, but he denied it.
No... they are guardians, more so than me. He thought, his faith firm in them. As angels were angels. The soldiers of the heavenly creator, his creator.
And in time, he saw him, that familiar hair. Cheering.
"Hey, Cheering!" He called, reaching him. The wind that had traveled with him at speed still flowed even though his feet stopped, blasting a flurry of snow and cold air on Cheering.
But that didn’t bother him, as a smile crossed his lips, and he scoffed the snow away from his face. "Amon, you finally came." He voiced.
"Yeah, don’t worry much, everything is handled. All of those things are gone now." He said, placing his hand on his shoulder. "By the way." He said, looking around. "Where is my wife?"
Cheering gulped. He had been told. He had been told by the heavenly angel who healed them all to not say a single word. Not a single damn word. "I..." He said, with a pause.
He wanted to say it, say what Ureil had told him, what he had told Nyima, but her eyes, his sister’s eyes, were too full of hope.
"I think she went to the village. She said she wanted to meet you as soon as possible." He simply replied.
Amon nodded, looking around. "Must be. I must have missed her while I was coming here. And Cheering." He muttered.
"Yeah?"
"Did that woman, that..."
"The angel?"
"Yeah, the angel. You must already be confused, seeing creatures and all this chaos."
"It’s okay, Amon." Cheering said. "I think all those stories you told us, about the gods, the demons, the angels. I think it prepared us. Who knew you weren’t speaking crazy all along."
Amon said nothing, only a small smile, patting his shoulder. "Now you know. And Cheering, that angel, did she say something weird?"
"We... weird? What do you mean, weird?" Cheering asked, a bead of sweat running down his forehead, even in the cold winds.
"Did she say something like... how do I put it? Something not angel-like, I guess. Wait, where is she anyway?"
"She healed everyone and just flew away. And Amon." He called, gesturing toward the people who were waking up, mostly healed. "I think we should take care of them first."
But Amon didn’t reply, his thoughts elsewhere, his mind churning for reasons unknown.
"Amon?" He called again, shaking him. "You okay?"
"Yeah. What? Yeah, yeah, I’m alright. Just my instincts are a bit..." He said. "You’re right, we should get these people back home safe. They must be traumatized..."
"Yeah, you have another long story to tell."
"Haha, Cheering, that’s going to be your job now. As the chief of the village, of course."
"Wha..."
It was only a second, and he was already flying high up. The familiar experience, as he landed right on Amon’s shoulder, and a few more people hanging on around his arm, some on his back.
"Is everyone ready for the ride?"
Cheering, holding onto Amon’s head, knew what was going to happen. "Wait, Amon, this..."
"Let’s GO!" He bellowed. And just like that, they were gone.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the village, above the snowing clouds, invisible wings flapped. White hair flowing down, with a woman in her arms. Nyima herself.
She looked down, reaching heights higher than the many mountains she had climbed. But her Sherpa heart was strong, genetically so. Able to breathe at higher heights than other human beings.
"I don’t feel the cold. How?" She asked.
"It’s called divinity. The power of the creator." She replied. "Hold on, we are landing now." She said, and folded her wings, practically falling.
Nyima felt gravity pull her and the angel down, and screamed from the sudden fall.
"Whaaatttsss happpeeninngg!" She screamed, the tip of the mountain coming into view. Even though the snow would soften their landing, it would still hurt. No, they could actually die... but.
"Ureil!!!!" She screamed, not just because of the landing, but as they got close to the ground, she saw it. Hordes and hordes of demons, waking up from the snow, all looking at them. No, all looking at her.
