Chapitre 105: Chapter 105: AN ANGEL'S WRATH
(Ken's POV)
The sky once mighty and blue,
Was now replaced by dark gloomy hues,
I sighed as the window was the only freedom I have,
Even with courage, my skill isn't enough.
I felt the wind brush pass me,
As it gave chills, frightening though not seen.
I looked far away, thinking of what the world had become,
As I felt my eyes glistening, down was the sun.
The crickets began to sound,
As I felt a bit peace, though no one was around,
Nemue left, tending to her duties,
And for the meantime I savor, the only time I'd be free.
My eye would flicker every now and then,
As I felt empty, knowing that one remained,
I knew I was supposed to think of how to get out,
But my mind is buzzing, chaotic, puzzled, unproud.
Deep inside me, I was still me,
The same weakly, cowardly me,
The burden, the complexity, I considered it all,
I solemnly prayed, I once again be able to stand tall.
I rose my hand, feeling the coolness myself,
When I caught something, a wilting leaf that fell,
I held it carefully, it's been so long since I touched one,
I knew I formed a smile, but it crushed in my hands.
So fragile as life itself,
Like frosting that could quickly melt.
I began to remember the years I locked myself from the world,
Only to feel regret, at what the present now holds.
And in these dark moments, these moments of sadness,
I thought of Mar, and felt a bit happiness,
Her courage, her strength, I admire them both,
Her smile, her confidence, I wish we're on the same boat.
I waited a bit, waiting for an idea to come,
Until a fallen flower went to my hand,
It was white, pure, fragrant,
Perhaps I'd give it to her, tsk, what am I even thinking? I can't.
I'm not even sure if I'd survive this mess,
If I could tell her, her presence makes me feel blessed.
That she's beautiful, that she keeps me feel alive,
Why would I tell her that? Her freedom I may even never provide.
Why are humans like this, anyways?
Why are we feel of doubts? Why can't my confidence stay?
I thought I won't feel this heavy baggage in my chest again,
But here I am, pretending to be brave.
That was when a short vision entered my mind,
The red haired woman, wearing white.
She smiles, with tear in her eyes.
As she spoke gently, "Sorry, for ruining your life,"
Her green eyes looked gloomy,
But they didn't distract me from her body,
Her white gown was tatterred and bloody,
Reaching out to two people, which I now remember fully.
The red haired man, knelt to his knees,
As he embraces her, while the other grieve,
Till now I rubbed my eye as I couldn't believe,
This is my ancestor, where my abilities are recieved.
She continued speaking, her voice a bit shaky,
"I'm sorry for making you both have burdens,
all because of me,
It's alright, if both of you would feel I'm evil, selfish, a bad mother,
But please, for the sake of your welfares,
Don't fight each other.
Your father, he loves me very much,
And when he's about to die, I just cannot simply leave him like that,
I had to make a quick choice, though I did not know what it would take,
I'm sorry for doing such, but it's for my beloved's sake.
Nishan, sorry for neglecting you as I was distracted by the death of your brother,
And yet I'm still grateful, you're defending me, though I now you've also suffered.
My worries and sadness caused you in my womb,
Making you sickly, weak, but you shouldn't.
I'm sorry, so sorry...I will never forgive myself as well,
I accept my fate, even if I'd be brought in hell.
But please, don't hate one another, just hate me instead.
I am the reason, for the misfortunes you've been dealt.
Dariel, my first child, my first love after your father,
I am sorry...so sorry, I'll keep being so till forever...
I gave you away that easily, you died so easily,
The Devils, they took you away from me.
But my heart cries everyday, mourning your lost,
Dariel, my sweet love, if only I've known the cost,
I would have given my life, but the devil wanted my child,
I'm sorry if you think, I haven't done enough.
I will forever regret this mistake,
I will forever think of it everytime I wake,
But if ever this is the last words I'd say,
Forgive each other, love and choose the right way.
I can't stand seeing you hurting, I could if it was me,
Both of you and your father, are what's most precious to me,
So please...before anything becomes too late,
Choose love, choose peace, remove your hate.
It will only drain you, it will only make you feel confused,
It will keep punching your heart, it will keep hurting like bruise.
I know because I've seen a lot of people die from such hate,
Such cruel feeling, gave them their bitter fate.
Forgive. Love. Continue,
And for the last time,
Both of you, I love you,"
The vision cuts out, as I felt myself cry,
The motherly love, that in her never died.
I wonder if she passed, if she lived,
I wonder who their father was,
What more did I missed?
However, such words enlightened me,
I was a product of their choices they made eventually.
Though blessed with the curse of a seer I now am able to see clearly,
Despite the pain and hurt, I should move and make choices, for everyone else and me.
I rubbed my eye, as I stop my tears from flowing,
And I aimed at the sky, as I see my hands glowing.
I kept Nemue's words at the back of my head,
I can't just listen to everything they have to say.
I jumped, and I felt the same dream like state,
My body lifting, as if I have no weight.
I sas thorns however, block my way,
Scraping my skin, as my blood then stained.
I aimed to melt them as quietly as possible,
As I aimed for the sky, and hoping I go higher.
I bit my lips to keep myself from making noise,
As I felt my legs free themselves, as I continued to fly across.
But the darkness made me blind to what more the witch had in surprise,
Vines kept sprawling up, pulling me down, I wish my choices could have its rewind,
I kept kicking, kept freeing myself, until I felt a hand pull me up,
And when I look, I cried of happiness, as I began to say my thanks a lot.
Uriel smiles, as he flew me up a safe distance,
Making me sit with a gray haired entity, who then help me stand,
The archangel seriously told me, to follow the reaper as he searches for Michael,
"Don't make any random choice, of our mission would fail,"
His once soft voice, sounded serious and desperate,
A mix of concern, worry and hate,
He flew above, as his figure disappears in the sky,
And I could only think, of where the angel now hides.
...
Uriel contacted Callista inside,
Who by telephaty, told him to be wise,
The devils took Michael to the arena to watch,
There are many demons, of many legions and batch.
The archangel sighed, but at least he doesn't have to wonder where they are,
Although his chest still feels heavy, wondering if they'd get far.
A few yet strong reapers follow him closely,
As they navigate the place first, as to make their final decisions, they have once chance only.
"Are the reapers in position?"
Uriel asked, as he scanned the location,
"They are, just stand by, we can't attack without all the devils absorbed by the fight,"
Uriel nodded only, as he moves to the right.
He saw Lucifer, sitting next to Satan,
As beside them both, was a poor beaten, man.
He quickly realized it's Michael, their chief himself,
And he could imagine, what the angel have felt.
His eyes were dead, sad and hopeless,
His hair was cut uneven, and his clothes were a mess.
Not a word came from the angel's lips,
When the two made contact, not even a shine on his eyes at least.
Uriel felt even more fired up to help his friend,
As he patiently waited, for the reapers to blend,
Azazel quickly flew and announced the grand fights had start,
As a few people were kicked to the arena, the very first match.
Lucifer felt excited as he watches eagerly,
But Satan felt tensed, and kept an eye warily.
Azazel flew up and let the lower demons release the weapons,
As the humans began to carry guns, knives, that they'd then use against each other.
"Michael, what do you think? Still think you won't join me?"
But not a word, not even a whisper, came from him,
Lucifer felt angry, but let it all slide,
He continued to watch the scene,
The bloody brawl and fight.
"Violence, excites me...
Conditions such as these really corrupts their minds,
Now they look at each other and without mercy in their eyes, fight,
Not even in the slightest sence, would they now consider the words, 'wrong and right..."
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
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tigerpaws More chaps soon! Did you know that the reapers are classified into five groups in this story and in Reaper's Ballad?
Red-reaps souls of the murdered
Gray-reaps souls that died in an accident
White-reaps souls of the peacefully deceased(The strongest)
Yellow-reaps souls that died of animals
Purple-reaps souls of animals
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And like angels, they have ranks.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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