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The Last Nephilim
Nephilim Story
I stood on a street made from the purest and highest quality gold I'd ever seen. I knew I was standing there with a look that was half shock and half dumbass. I knew from the stories my mom told me, a long time ago, that this was Heaven. Well, just outside the beautiful Pearly Gates (which was the only entrance into Heaven).
Due to what I was; I never thought I would ever see this place other than in my own imaginings.
"I'm dreaming." I said after rubbing my eyes with the heels of my hands.
When I saw I was still in Heaven, I took a more drastic action to wake myself up. The sound of my right hand hitting my right cheek traveled to my ears but no further.
"That hurt." I rubbed my stinging cheek. "That means I'm not dreaming. Right?"
I suddenly couldn't remember if pain meant this was real or proved it was a dream.
"Did he really just smack himself on his face?" A purely masculine voice said while laughing softly.
Even though I couldn't see the man who spoke, I could tell he meant no insult with his rhetorical question.
Suddenly two men were standing about 20 feet in front of me and directly outside Heaven's sole entrance.
"Where did you two come from?" I was just able to keep myself from giving myself a "facepalm" due to the absolute idiocy that was my question. "Forget I asked that."
The two males in front of me were tall, at least 6 foot 6, and had bodies ripped with muscles. They both wore leather pants and boots that looked extremely comfortable and it was obvious that very few if any weapon could damage. Their torsos were covered with white and gold armored chest plates. Both the white and the gold in the armor had an unearthly shine and brightness to them.
"The kid seems like he would be amusing and entertaining if he refuses to accept the mission." the male with mahogany colored hair laughed. He was the one I'd heard just before the two appeared just outside the Pearly Gates.
"Unfortunately he's not here for your or anyone else's amusement." This time the other male spoke and his voice was as serious as his stance and body language practically screamed.
"I hope you accept and succeed in the mission kid." Mahogany hair said genuinely.
"What are you talking about mister?" I asked the friendlier male. I didn't want to talk with "Mr. Serious" if I could help it.
"You've been chosen to…"
"Azrael!" Mr. Serious stopped the one named Azrael from continuing with whatever it was he was going to say.
"Sorry. I forgot it's your duty to offer him the mission."
By the way Azrael said "duty" I could tell he also thought the other male was too serious and needed to lighten up a bit.
"Adam, this is my 2nd in command Azrael." Mr. Serious motioned in Azrael's direction as he introduced us officially.
Wait a second…"How the hell do you know my name?" Mr. Serious reacted in a way that clearly said he didn't like my choice of language.
Too bad General Patton. I thought to myself.
"We will get to that." Mr. Serious answered, then took a long step towards me. "I am the leader of the entire Heavenly Army, Michael"
I should've been surprised, intimidated, and especially scared for my well being, but for some reason I wasn't. I was just…
Angry.
"Mom…" I said through clenched teeth.
This asshole had a huge part in why my mom suddenly disappeared on Easter Sunday 20 years ago.
For the first time Azrael looked uncomfortable. Michael didn't appear phased at all.
"Your mother…" Michael started.
"My sister." Azrael interrupted, giving me a warm familial smile.
Michael cleared his throat in a not-so-subtle, irritated way.
"As I was saying," Michael glared at Azrael, giving him a silent order to not interrupt again. "Your mother is back where she belongs. Back to her Holy duties."
Maybe I imagined it but I could've sworn I saw a sadness in the archangel army leader's eyes. It was gone so fast I couldn't be sure I hadn't just imagined it.
"What about her duties as a mother?" I slowly started stepping closer to the two angelic soldiers. "I was 5 years old when she suddenly vanished. Five!"
The anger that had built up in me for the last 20 years was releasing itself and there was no way I could stop it.
I don't want to stop it. I want this military sociopathic asshole to hear what I went through after he kidnapped my mom.
"I did not kidnap your mother." Michael responded to my thoughts.
I was too angry to register that he could and had read my mind.
"Didn't kidnap her?" I screamed, only a couple of steps away from the two soldiers now. "Did she go willingly and of her own freewill?"
Michael's expression said she hadn't wanted to leave me by choice.
"Exactly! So you and whoever else kidnapped her. Y'all stole 20 years of our lives that could have been spent together." The tears began pouring from my eyes. I...
I stood on a street made from the purest and highest quality gold I'd ever seen. I knew I was standing there with a look that was half shock and half dumbass. I knew from the stories my mom told me, a long time ago, that this was Heaven. Well, just outside the beautiful Pearly Gates (which was the only entrance into Heaven).
Due to what I was; I never thought I would ever see this place other than in my own imaginings.
"I'm dreaming." I said after rubbing my eyes with the heels of my hands.
When I saw I was still in Heaven, I took a more drastic action to wake myself up. The sound of my right hand hitting my right cheek traveled to my ears but no further.
"That hurt." I rubbed my stinging cheek. "That means I'm not dreaming. Right?"
I suddenly couldn't remember if pain meant this was real or proved it was a dream.
"Did he really just smack himself on his face?" A purely masculine voice said while laughing softly.
Even though I couldn't see the man who spoke, I could tell he meant no insult with his rhetorical question.
Suddenly two men were standing about 20 feet in front of me and directly outside Heaven's sole entrance.
"Where did you two come from?" I was just able to keep myself from giving myself a "facepalm" due to the absolute idiocy that was my question. "Forget I asked that."
The two males in front of me were tall, at least 6 foot 6, and had bodies ripped with muscles. They both wore leather pants and boots that looked extremely comfortable and it was obvious that very few if any weapon could damage. Their torsos were covered with white and gold armored chest plates. Both the white and the gold in the armor had an unearthly shine and brightness to them.
"The kid seems like he would be amusing and entertaining if he refuses to accept the mission." the male with mahogany colored hair laughed. He was the one I'd heard just before the two appeared just outside the Pearly Gates.
"Unfortunately he's not here for your or anyone else's amusement." This time the other male spoke and his voice was as serious as his stance and body language practically screamed.
"I hope you accept and succeed in the mission kid." Mahogany hair said genuinely.
"What are you talking about mister?" I asked the friendlier male. I didn't want to talk with "Mr. Serious" if I could help it.
"You've been chosen to…"
"Azrael!" Mr. Serious stopped the one named Azrael from continuing with whatever it was he was going to say.
"Sorry. I forgot it's your duty to offer him the mission."
By the way Azrael said "duty" I could tell he also thought the other male was too serious and needed to lighten up a bit.
"Adam, this is my 2nd in command Azrael." Mr. Serious motioned in Azrael's direction as he introduced us officially.
Wait a second…"How the hell do you know my name?" Mr. Serious reacted in a way that clearly said he didn't like my choice of language.
Too bad General Patton. I thought to myself.
"We will get to that." Mr. Serious answered, then took a long step towards me. "I am the leader of the entire Heavenly Army, Michael"
I should've been surprised, intimidated, and especially scared for my well being, but for some reason I wasn't. I was just…
Angry.
"Mom…" I said through clenched teeth.
This asshole had a huge part in why my mom suddenly disappeared on Easter Sunday 20 years ago.
For the first time Azrael looked uncomfortable. Michael didn't appear phased at all.
"Your mother…" Michael started.
"My sister." Azrael interrupted, giving me a warm familial smile.
Michael cleared his throat in a not-so-subtle, irritated way.
"As I was saying," Michael glared at Azrael, giving him a silent order to not interrupt again. "Your mother is back where she belongs. Back to her Holy duties."
Maybe I imagined it but I could've sworn I saw a sadness in the archangel army leader's eyes. It was gone so fast I couldn't be sure I hadn't just imagined it.
"What about her duties as a mother?" I slowly started stepping closer to the two angelic soldiers. "I was 5 years old when she suddenly vanished. Five!"
The anger that had built up in me for the last 20 years was releasing itself and there was no way I could stop it.
I don't want to stop it. I want this military sociopathic asshole to hear what I went through after he kidnapped my mom.
"I did not kidnap your mother." Michael responded to my thoughts.
I was too angry to register that he could and had read my mind.
"Didn't kidnap her?" I screamed, only a couple of steps away from the two soldiers now. "Did she go willingly and of her own freewill?"
Michael's expression said she hadn't wanted to leave me by choice.
"Exactly! So you and whoever else kidnapped her. Y'all stole 20 years of our lives that could have been spent together." The tears began pouring from my eyes. I...
