Saint Archangel
In this world, there are many things you cannot explain. Things that only believers can know and understand. Things that a person who lives only in this world to die cannot comprehend. Human life is short, that is the biggest difference between them and other creatures that quietly and secretly live with them. Creatures with a single duty, that is to keep the balance of the world. World shrouded in so much mystery. Mysteries only a few know and will remain to know.
While walking down the hallway of the school now called Adelaide Academy that when I last visited was a forest. A forest that creatures like me call a paradise. That place is sacred and unholy souls are not admitted. A paradise where I remember my siblings and I playing and happily visiting the world with Dad. But many things have happened, as fast as the weather in this world is changing. I was punished for a sin I don't remember. Fallen angels like me and punished have no memory of the thing that caused the punishment. Whatever it was, it looked like a big thing that made dad angry.
I couldn't help but shrug off not remembering the past as my feet continued to walk amidst so many students just penetrating me.
Wearing a pandora hat, black cloak, black shoes and carrying a small black envelope I turned towards the Dean's office. Today I have a soul to fetch as my duty. Something I want or not I will not be able to escape.
I was continuing to follow the person I am going to pick up when by an unexpected coincidence someone suddenly stopped in front of the person who was destined to die today. I totally didn't expect her to suddenly look directly at me. In the few years I have lived as a Grim reaper I have never once experienced looking directly into the eye of any creature whether living or dead. But today is different from normal days. A student suddenly appeared and looked at me. At first I thought she was looking in the other direction so I ignored it.
When I turned to her she was a woman in her 20s, compared to all the students here she was unique because she simply dressed. Wearing a simple blouse and skinny jeans while carrying a book.
"Dean, please don't go to your office today." That's what he said after touching the person I was going to pick up. I couldn't help but be surprised. But eventually I realised he could actually see me and he could read what was going to happen. That's when I smiled.
Looks like she's the Guardian of Soul of these centuries. The 2000th centuries, Guardian of Soul.
"Dean, please listen to me. Don't go to your office just for today." That's when I gasped for breath. In fact, no matter what a person does to avoid their death, nothing will happen, he will not die today. He will also die the next day because that is the design of death. They would just give the death compiler a lot of work for what they were doing and they would bother us, who still had to hunt for fifteen souls per day and ten at night. Let's say we don't sleep and rest but don't they know that it took a long time to make death notes and reports to be forwarded to the ministry of death? Tsk! Worthless human.
The woman insisted on restraining her Dean, thing I watched until late. Later, the students gathered and some were already laughing at the woman. I couldn't help but tilt my head in astonishment. If you think about it, she is not related to the dean. What does she care if he dies? But I was also the only one who answered my own question. Oh well, she is the Guardian of soul after all. Naturally she cared about human who were dying. Something she could snatch and give.
"Stop it Miss Ivanovich! You're not funny anymore, let me call your parents tomorrow." After that the dean left so I followed. That day I had no idea that woman would be a big part of my life. Women will change and unravel secrets I don't remember. That's the first time I saw her rather the second if I count the incident happen years ago. However that day I actually doesn't know that she's the child of Eve, my destined bride.
Our next meet was when she died.
"Code red! Code red! Calling for Grim 10897456 to the afterlife inn." After the Grim Reaper conference at the Ministry of Death that lasted for two days, this was the announcement I heard when I came out of the haunted house. This century's death ministry is a huge amusement park. Senior Grim's say it fluctuates with each passing century. Yet I have no idea if that is true or not. Well, I don't care either.
The code mentioned is mine so I went straight to the ferris wheel which is the way to the after life inn. However before I could board Gavin teased me.
"Poor you, you're always the one who's overwhelmed with work, maybe their favorites is the fallen angel?" When he said that I immediately set fire to his hat.
Tsk! Very talkative.
"What the hell Saint! I just bought that pandora hat you burn, you know it's expensive! It's worth another month's salary!" When he said that, I burn his clothes this time.
"If you don't keep quiet, I'll burn you myself." I said coldly before riding the ferris wheel. When the door closed I dialled the number towards the afterlife inn numbered 7. Then I waited for it to turn once before going down. In a flash it took me to the entrance of the afterlife inn. I went straight to walk in there although it was closed and later the door opened maybe because they expected me to come.
This Inn is like a hotel for those who cross over to the afterlife. They will stay here for 40 days before crossing over to the afterlife. Here also in this inn remains the Death Compiler.
As I entered there a large staircase greeted me. But that is not my destination. Grim reapers like me can't step on it either. So I turned to the left wing of the Inn. All the employees there are bowing whenever they see me. There I went straight to the big door which was the office of the Death compiler.
When I opened it, I expected to be greeted by flying report papers. This is not new, it is always like this every time someone enters her office.
"What are people thinking to ruin my list like this! Don't they know that by ruining their lives they are adding to my work?" said Death Compiler Seraphina angrily. Like me, she was also an angel who fell from heaven and was punished by father. The only difference maybe we have is that she was in the world a long time before I fell into it. She really doesn't have a permanent look rather face 'that's changing every time I see her. Whatever her sin was and she was punished with such cruelty no one knows, even she has no idea. It's just like no one knows what she really looks like.
"Good evening Ms. Seraphina." I greet her. She nodded a sign that she was letting me in. Today, she looks like she's in her 20s. A woman with a gentle face, wearing glasses while raised eyebrows. Seraphina was also wearing a black dress while standing at her table with piles of papers. There is also a typewriter that she still uses even though it is old.
"Saint, here is my new mission to you." She uttered after pulling a brown envelope from her drawer. I didn't say a word when I took it from her. Based on the colour of the envelope I knew the mission was about capturing lost souls.
"It says there, the name of who you need to reap as soon as possible. It's a special soul so I gave it to you." I just nodded before sitting on the sofa not far away. From there, I read the contents of the brown envelope.
Name: Mary Sean Ivanovich
Cause of Death: Suicide
Punishment: REAP
"I hope it ends as quickly as possible." I just nodded in response before deciding to stand up. However, before I could get out of the door, the guardian of the river of Pishon, Gihon, Hiddekel and Phirat entered. Sacred rivers lead to Eden which is the gateway to the afterlife.
"Bad news Miss Seraphina, the guardian of soul has escaped and is currently possessed to another body." That's what Gabriel said. Thing that caused Death Compiler to rage.
"What escaped? How did she escape? And why did she do that? I thought she wanted to die so she committed suicide and broke my list! Now she merged with the others? Humans are so demented! " In her anger the whole room really shook as if things will not last long from the very strong presence of the Death Compiler.