The Anathema

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  • Published: 30 Mar 2017
  • Updated: 25 Apr 2017
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Long ago, demons and hellcreatures invaded earth. Though they nearly wiped out the humans, humans did as always: adapted. Hundreds of years later, the offspring of humans and demons is the norm. Alessandra lives in this world, and is entirely human. Finally, too late to the battle, the angels are determined to get rid of the demons once and for all. Alessandra, though caught in the midst of the battle, is the only hope for the humane side of the cambions...if it even exists anymore...


4. A Heavensent Angel

After my last thought, I sort of lose consciousness. I weave in and out, and when I am awake, I smell smoke and feel intense heat. It's much too intense for summer heat.

Eventually I feel someone pulling my from the wreckage. I open my eyes, and meet the eyes of someone with violet irises.

They put me down on the road, and leave back to the car. I try to push myself up, but yell in pain. Only then do I notice the fiery, throbbing pain in my entire right arm, and also my neck and head. There are lesser pains all over my body, mostly my legs. In the light of the car fire, I glance at my legs from my fetal position.

And the tops of my legs are oozing blood, covered in it. Bits of dirt and rocks litter the wounds, but seeing it only makes my legs hurt worse. 

I let out a wail and claw at the road, trying to get to the figure. "P-Please," I cry. "Help me."

"Give me some time. Stay there," says the person in a gravelly voice. I lay back on the ground, waiting quietly, when I hear a quiet sobbing. A little girl's.

"Katherine?" I croak.

"Let me go. Let me go," she sobs quietly. The figure puts her down next to me and retreats back to the car. 

"Katherine?" I repeat.

"Go away," she says, to me or the figure or whatever, I don't know.

"Katherine, how hurt are you?"

"Leave me alone," she cries loudly. I turn my head, seeing her blonde curls matted in blood. A bloody head wound.

Coming footsteps signal the figure has come back, but with a silent body this time. "Who is it?" I ask him. He doesn't answer.

I look to my right, seeing Marcell's unblinking eyes. Tears well up and fall across my face. I look straight up, back into the churning sky. There are no more white lights in it. It's just purple-black clouds again. 

The figure comes back three more times, carrying our parents and Lionel. Our parents look like Marcell, unbreathing, unblinking. 

Then the figure is standing over me. "Do I have permission to heal you?" they ask. The extreme pain all over my body screams, and I grunt out my consent.

Suddenly, another fire burn my legs, and I feel my wounds closing, like stitches are sewing together the little bit of skin left on my legs. I scream in pain for what feels like hours, until it stops. 

He moves on to my broken arm, which doesn't hurt quite as bad as my legs, but still hurts immensely as I scream. Tears stream down my face as he moves onto my head and neck. 

"Stay still while I heal your siblings," says the figure.

"What about my parents?" I ask them. They're silent, until I hear a sigh.

"I am sorry, but your parents are dead." 

My throat constricts and tears well up. Mother and Father are dead. There's no one to take care of us one but me.

The sudden responsibility feels like a punch to the gut.

The figure moves away and I hear Katherine scream for several minutes. I just stare up at the dark sky.

"A...Alessandra?" chokes out a voice. From somewhere, Lionel is calling me.

"Yes, Lionel?" I call back.

"What happened?"

"I don't know."

"Who is that?"

"I don't know, Lionel. I don't know anything." More tears stream down my face, washing away blood and dirt.

Eventually Katherine's screams stop, and I vaguely see the figure moving past Marcell to Lionel.

"He's dead, too, isn't he?" I ask the figure, choking up. "My brother next to me. Marcell is dead, isn't he?"

The figure just nods, and I shudder, suddenly cold. Katherine cries loudly next to me. 

This is probably hard on her. She's the youngest of us four. Only ten years old, and she's lost both parents and a brother. I can't imagine how traumatizing it is to her little mind.

Eventually, Lionel's screaming stops, which was shorter than mine and Katherine's.

The figure comes back and looms over me, and, now that my vision isn't shaky anymore, I can see the vague outline of a man.

Gently, he pulls me into a sitting position, careful not to jostle my right arm too much. From my peripheral vision, I see a bloody and trembling Katherine, fear and hatred in her eyes. Marcell has a gaping hole in his stomach. I guess there's no treatment for death.

Finally, I look at the figure. It mostly resembles a man, but has feminine features, so it makes it a bit hard to tell. He, I'm going with he unless he tells me otherwise, has curly red-brown hair that falls to his shoulders. His skin is tan is somewhat dark, like a light brown but more golden color. He wears an off white colored tunic.

"How do you feel?" he asks.

"In pain, but better. Thank you," I say, meeting his purple eyes. 

"I am not the most profound healer. Raphael could have done better," says the man. 

"R-Raphael?" I ask, thoughts formulating in my mind. Is it the Rapture, like Mother said..?

"Yes. Raphael." He moves to Lionel, who has his arm in a sling and healing burn marks on both arms, pink, where had healed him. The man helps him into a sitting position. 

Lionel's blonde hair is also matted with blood, and he doesn't meet my eyes.

"Who are you, exactly?" I ask him cautiously.

"I am Zadkiel, an angel of the Lord." 

My breath catches in my throat and I stare in awe.

"You can't be an angel!" yells Katherine, sitting up on her own. Zadkiel's eyebrows pull together in concern. Katherine's hair is extremely singed and bloody, with burns on her scalp and down to her neck and collarbone. They're healed, but the skin is a bit warped from scarring. Her legs, too, are scarred from the healed burns, and her arms are both bruised black.

"Why not?" he asks.

"B-Because angels are good. They're from heaven. killed my parents! You hurt us!" she yells.

"Katherine-" I start.

"Shut up!" she yells at me. She begins to cry harder.

"He didn't-"

"I said shut up, freak!" she yells.

"I did not intentionally hurt you or your parents, as your sister was about to point out," says Zadkiel. "I-"

"She's not my sister!" yells Katherine. Zadkiel frowns.

"Then who is she in relation to you?" he asks.

"She is our sister," says Lionel, crawling toward us on his one good arm. His eyes well up with tears when he passes Marcell. "Our mother...before she died she told Alessandra that she wouldn't be her daughter anymore."

"So she's not our sister!" yells Katherine.

"She is, so stop yelling," snaps Lionel. He and Katherine bicker back and forth until Zadkiel interrupts them.

"Children, these are family matters that I know not of. I need to get you to a safe place now."

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" yells Katherine, stubbornly crossing her arms, Father's stubbornness shining through.

"You are, Katherine," I say.

"I don't have to listen to you anymore: you're not my sister!"

"Then you'll listen to me," says Lionel coldly. "I am still your older brother and you will do as I say. We are going to go with the angel Zadkiel whether you like it or not." He stands up, swaying violently, but pulls Katherine up angrily. 

"He's not an angel!" yells Katherine, punching Lionel's side. Standing up, I separate them. Katherine begins punching me. "He's not! He killed Mother and Father! He killed them! He killed them! He killed them-" she breaks into sobs, collapsing on the dirt.

I roll my neck and pick up Katherine. She squirms angrily in my arms, spouting profanities that would have gotten her a beating from Mother.

"We can go now," I tell Zadkiel. He warily watches Katherine.

"All right," he says hesitantly. "And watch your wounds. Tell me if they open up again."

"Uh, Zadkiel, sir? What about Marcell and our parents?" asks Lionel.

"There is no time for a burial. Your safety is my priority."

"We can't just leave them on the side of the road," says Lionel. 

"We must. We need to move."

"No. Not until they at least get covered," says Lionel, planting his feet on the ground unsteadily. He sways. "They...they didn't deserve this. You did kill them, even if it was an accident. I'm not going-"

"Lionel," I beg, tears welling up. "Please. I'm tired and hurting and I just want to go home." Something in his eyes breaks, and he nods. He trudges forward, keeping a safe distance from Zadkiel and me. 

We begin to march down the road toward the city, where fires have broken out and bloodcurdling screams can be heard.

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