The door to Death's room slowly creeped open, and Deseray stepped into the room soft as a feather. She stood a moment in the doorway till the Doctor looked up and motioned for her to come in. "Ah Deseray," the doctor said, "so glad you could make it, if Death would listen to anyone right now it's you."
"Deseray nodded at the doctor as he stepped out of the room; she clutched the cross on her necklace on walked over to where Death was, stilled chain to the upright table. His eyes kept darting around the room, as if he was trying to make sense of his surrounding. As Deseray looked into his eyes she saw a bolt of red run through the blue iris. "Death," she began hesitantly, "it's me, Deseray. Do you remember me?"
Death focused on her and let his wings relax, "of course I remember you," he said in a droning voice, "we've only been friends the last 500 years or so. Well then have you come to say your goodbyes like everyone else," he said sarcastically. "Apparently I'm too corrupted to leave heaven, ironic isn't?"
Deseray sat next to him and looked back into his eyes, she no longer saw corruption in his eyes, rather, sorrow. "Death," she said as she let her wings unfold a bit, "do you remember how we met?"
"Of course I do des, It hasn't been that long," he replied with a slight smile.
"I was guarding the sweetest old lady in England," she said looking back fondly, "she had been a Christian almost her whole life, she had a wonderful family who loved her very much, for a little while I thought she would never die, then you showed up," she said with a smile. "You walked right up to me and said 'welp the girl's got three weeks left, have fun,' I couldn't believe how blunt you were, honestly I was stunned. Those three weeks were torture for me, you just kept standing there, trying to make conversation with me. I thought you were just a punk, stereotyping I guess, then you said something I'll never forget, 'why her? Why does this person get a guardian angel and not some people?' and I truly had no answer. It wasn't till those three weeks were up when she was lying in bed and I saw you walk up to her and cut the scythe into her and separate her soul that I truly understood you. You looked at her with a smile and said 'Grace I'm here to take you home' and she just looked up at you and smiled. Then she looked over and saw me and said 'why you must be my guardian angel, I always knew you were there. I don't know why you were picked to watch over me, but thank you.' I couldn't help but cry as you led her up to heaven. I was just drying my eyes when you came back down; you looked me cooly in the eye and said 'that's why, some people need a guardian angel, others don't, there's not just one kind of person so there's not just one kind of angel to protect them. I usually hate working with guardians, but you, you weren't half bad.' Thats when I got it, it wasn't that you didn't care about her, you knew you're job and helped her the way only you can." She finished her story with tears staining her rosy cheeks. Death, himself in tears, looked down at her, "Deseray," he began, "I never thought I would need my own guardian angel, but I needed that more than you know."
She stood up and looked into Death's eyes a third time; the red bolts gone now, replaced with tears. She walked over and opened the door and motioned for the doctor to come back in. He walked in to an entirely different room than he had left. Gone were the feelings of hate and desperation, replaced with love and hope. He walked over to Death and saw the look on the angel's face which told the whole story. The doctor bent over and unlatched the bar around Death's ankles, then the chains on his wrists. Death nodded to the doctor and let his wings flit about for a moment as he let them stretch. "I feel incredible, I'm gonna go show Michael," Death said before rushing out of the room to find the captain.
Meanwhile Raphael had gone back to his seat and unraveled the scroll. "Should I really do this?" he thought. "Death's been such a good friend to me over the years, but still what could he really be hiding." He looked at the top of the scroll and read the heading, "Death, the great reaper." he shook his head and rolled the scroll up and put it back on the shelf. He quietly left the library, his wings drooping in dismay.
The next morning Mr. Nako was at church, in tears from the strong message. As the hymn of invitation was announced, Raphael and his team stood by ready for any attack. Raphael looked around, still no sign of fallen angels. As Mr. Nako stood up a glint of gray wings shone and Raphael and his team began moving. As they were about to attack, a silver blur flung through the air and hit the fallen angel. They looked back to see death standing in the rafters, wings spread apart as he swooped down to dispatch the remaining foot soldiers. As Death went to join his comrades they looked down and saw Mr. Nako crying as he accepted The Lord.
"Death, you're okay," Raphael said grinning from ear to ear. "How, I thought they couldn't cure the corruption?"
"It's not cured," Death said as he expression fell, "it's still there, just under control, for now at least. Wow," he said looking at how happy the new Christian was. "This is why we do what we do," Death said to Raphael's squad. "This is why we fight the fallen angels, this is why we do the same thing day after day, to us it's the same, but for someone, for him," He said pointing to Mr. Nako, "it's brand new. Tonight he's going to die, and yes it's going to be sad, people will cry, but he won't, because tonight he'll be with us in heaven. It's been an honor serving with you all this week, you're a great squad, with a great leader, I'll see you guys around," he said as he left the church, leaving Raphael and his squad to rejoice in a job well done.
That night Mr. Nako was driving home from a meeting. Death was in the car fiddling with his knife, knowing what had to be done. Death barely flinched as a drunk driver t-boned the car on the driver's side, as he reached over and plunged the scythe blade and separated mr. Nako's soul. Mr. Nako noticed Death right away and looked at the wreckage. Off to the side they could see another reaper, a downfallen look on his face as the drunk driver began the long descent to hell. "that could have been me, couldn't it?" Mr. Nako asked.
"Yes Mike," Death answered, "if you hadn't accepted Christ this morning, I would have had to send you to hell. However, that's not the case, you made the right choice Mike, come on, let's get home." The two ascended to heaven where Michael Nako was greeted not only by family, but by Raphael and his squad. Death descended back to Earth to find Michael, the archangel waiting for him. "You did well today Death," Michael said, "but I still want to keep an eye on you," he said with a bit of hesitation.
"I know Michael, to be honest, I'm scared," Death said as his wings folded in and his head fell.
Michael noticed the fear in Death's eye, along with just a light tinge of red. "It's going to be alright Death, I'll help you overcome this."
"But what about Zarion?" Death asked, "You know he'll be back."
"Yes, he will, but you'll be ready to face him Death, I promise, you're the greatest reaper there is Death, if anyone can pull through this, you can."
Then the pair of archangel and reaper, ascended back up to Heaven.
well guys, there you go, this is kind of the pilot, the short story that if people like, I'll expand upon. I have plenty more ideas but first I want to get this improved. i have an english teacher who is a published author so I'm getting her to edit it for me, plus I'm fleshing out some of it. It's been over a year since I started this, so who knows how long it will take, but do remember this to me has always been about fun and glorifying god in a new way. I hope you guys have enjyed so far, and thanks for sticking with me, this isn't the end, nor is it the begginning of the end, this is merely the end, of the begginning.