“City of the Dead- Eurielle”
(Using a part of my future series is what I’m imagining)
Note: Music link (https://youtu.be/5VInr-cSNNU)
It’s during the final battle when Gabriel and Lucifer are fighting over the Scroll of the Dead; trying to prevent the apocalypse from happening:
Gabriel, clad in his Soulsteel armor—it’s metal reflecting the flickering, fiery-red flames of Hell, showing the faces of the damned within—thrusted his blade into Lucifer’s chest; watching the blackened blood slowly weep from his enemy’s wound. Lucifer, a hand now clutching at his wound, smiles before arching his own blade down upon Gabriel’s only wing. With a scream, Gabriel lets go of his blade, his vision now turning red: his only lifeline to Heaven now cut, since an angel’s wings represented their divine status and their soul’s purity.
As Gabriel drifted into the darkness, his memories drifted towards the past: a young boy in the Garden of Eden, listening to Eve’s stories; then a teenager who sang with the other angels as another archangel was created; lastly, to a man who had found a brother in Lucifer. They became the best of friends until Lucifer had broken his vow and had fallen...
His memories then rushed towards the present: going from his death in front of the pearly gates in Heaven, to being reborn. He remembered that moment quite vividly... Upon his first death, he entered a city for lost souls: the city shimmering like a thousand suns upon a dark and vast lake. As he arrived at its port, he had stood in awe: he’d never seen anything like it. In the distance, Gabriel could see a lighthouse—its signal a beacon of hope to the souls that were, or had, become lost in the sea known as life. Lost himself, he wondered how he had even made it here—on the Spiritual plane—considering the last thing he remembered, was being pierced by a sword...
It seemed like several hours, while walking through the city, before he heard a soft voice calling—he assumed—his name.
“Gabriel,” the voice called softly, drifting on the wind. “Gabriel...”
“What?” Gabriel replied, looking for the source of the voice, for it seemed to surround him—engulfing him in a warm embrace. “What do you want?”
“Please, come back Gabriel. I need you.” The voice responded, wrapping around him tighter, pulsating as the wind became hotter with every second.
“Why? Who are you?”
”I am you, Gabriel. Archangel of Revelation, Messenger to the Virgin Mary, Guardian of the Gates. Horn caller. You are me, and I am you...Please return...” The voice spoke, before the wind surrounding Gabriel became so constricting, the wind felt like it was burning his flesh from the friction. Gabriel didn’t know what to do: fear pulled at him for some unknown reason. What was he afraid of? Death? No...he thought. He wasn’t afraid of death, he was afraid of life. Aftraid of living and having to fight a never ending battle against evil; against his foe and once best friend: Lucifer.
Upon his revelation, Gabriel tried to fight the calling, but it was to no avail. The wind had him surrounded—with no way to escape—and filled him with a heat that even a cool breeze couldn’t relieve. It was the heat of life, of living. Gabriel, was coming back from the dead...for he still had a job to do.
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