Angela doesn't move, she stays still because she believes if God wants to take away the life he gave her, then he should take it. There is no way that she's going to fight demons and all that. Death is better than facing demons. The one she faced earlier was scary enough.
She closes her eyes, waiting for the truck to hit her, but then, in a swish, someone drags her to the side. She's no longer on the road but by the side of the road, and she watches as the truck passes by.
She breathes in and out, fast and fast and fast. Even though she wanted to offer herself to death, she was still scared of the outcome; she still is. Flashbacks of the car she was in spinning and hitting the ground come back to her. The smell of blood and burning flesh.
She's kind of happy God didn't take her life. But who could be dumb enough to save her?
"You should never think of ending your own life. It's barbaric," the man who saved her says, and she looks up at him and her eyes widen in awe.
The man before her is majestic, tall, beautiful, angelic. His skin is ebony, his lips are round and glassy, his eyes are a bright blue, his hair is in dreadlocks, and he's extremely muscular. Angela doesn't understand this feeling, but she feels safe with him; she feels comforted. Like she's being touched by the clouds and kissed by the rain.
"You're going to be okay, it's all going to be okay."
"Tha-thank you."
The man waves her off. "It's all good, Angela."
Again, yes, she's used to people knowing her and not knowing them because she was one of the most popular girls in her old school, but those were teens and parents of teens that she went to school with. These people are strangers she's never met before.
She's pretty sure she's never met this man before. She would have remembered if she had met a hot man like this.
No, calling him hot is not enough. There needs to be a new word to describe such beauty, such glamour.
"How-how do you know my name?" Angela asks.
"Oh, darling, at this point, everyone in celestial city knows your name."
"Celestial city?"
"You know. Paradise, Zion, The kingdom of God, Heaven?"
Angela rolls her eyes. "Well, you should have just said heaven."
"And where's the fun in that?" he winks at her, and Angela can feel the heat on her cheeks. But then it stops immediately.
"Wait, everyone in heaven knows my name? How did you know you were a nephilim? You speak to God, too?"
"Heavens no-well no to me being a nephilim and yes to me speaking to God, but not like those priests I speak to God directly because I'm an angel."
Angela looks at him in shock.
"You're an angel?"
"Just like you."
That could be how he was able to get her off the road so quickly.
"Whoa, where are your wings?" She looks behind him.
The angel laughs. "Relax, they're there," he says, smirking.
Angela stares at him in awe. It's no wonder he looks so…heavenly; it's no wonder she feels comfort around him. It's simply because he's an angel. But he doesn't look like an angel who was just created; he looks like he was born an angel.
"Now you need to be careful when it comes to teleportation. It's still a tricky power we angels can't master yet."
Angela remembers the truck almost hitting her. She wasn't even thinking when she decided to teleport; she just needed to get out of there.
"Especially when you're feeling overwhelmed." He raises his brow, and Angela sighs.
"Why did God choose me to fight evil? Why did he place a halo in my chest? Why didn't he just let me die? I am not a worthy opponent to fight a great evil or any kind of evil."
"Hmm. And why do you think that?" the angel asks, his hand resting on his chin. Angela faces him, and she sees that he really wants an answer.
"I don't know, because I'm a spoiled brat who got three people killed. My classmate and my parents, I'm a bully, I'm mean, I only care about materialistic things and… did I mention the fact that three people died because of me? Do you think someone who caused the death of three people is worthy of having such powers to protect other people?"
"Well, there's someone I know who killed a bunch of Christians, yet he was chosen by God and ended up being a good person."
Angela scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Please don't compare me to Paul."
"Well, it's not just Paul who had his doubts when God chose him. Gideon did, Jeremiah was young, so was David, Moses… Mary."
Angela looks away because she believes that he's actually making a lot of sense.
"Paul did worse things than you, but God still forgave him?"
"But why? He killed people."
"True, but he saw something in Paul that was more than just a Christian killer. Redemption. He also sees that in you. All the things you called yourself just now. That's not you; that was a version of you you created to protect yourself, but you know deep down you are not that person. No one is born evil."
No one is born evil.
And he's right because she remembers being so happy and full of light before her parents started fighting, and she decided to take her frustrations out on the world. She really isn't that person. It was all just an act, a play to shield herself from vultures. But she doesn't have to be vicious to protect herself; she can only do so with grace.
She cannot believe an angel is getting to her; well, he is an angel, so it's a normal trait for them.
She gives the angel a side eye.
"You see, deep down you know I'm right," he slightly hits her on the shoulder. And she smiles, then rolls her eyes.
"You have a halo in your chest; you were born to lead. So hear the nephilims out, learn more about your angel side and the supernatural world around you. You'll be surprised by how much the average human doesn't know about the supernatural. But there are some that know much, too much.
You weren't born to be the villain, Angela Hermosa Hernandez; you were born to be the hero."
That statement alone has been able to sway her; she never thought she'd hear anyone call her a hero, and all of a sudden, all the villainous things she has done in the past do not exist; it wasn't her, but someone else. A demon, probably.
She lets out a loud sigh, and then she groans. "Okay, fine, should I go back to the institute?"
"Uh, for now, you need your beauty rest. You're still a kid after all."
Angela looks around her, and she doesn't notice it at first because she is too busy conversing with a beautiful angel.
"Where are we?" she asks, still trying to place where they are, because nothing here looks familiar at all. It doesn't look like they're in L.A It doesn't even look like they're in the United States.
"Oh, we're in Nigeria."
"WHAT?"
He laughs.
"I told you teleportation is tricky. How about we don't do that, so you don't end up in a volcano. Sure, you are indestructible, but the lava will still hurt, and we don't want to experience that." He says, and he smiles at Angela, looking around, how she ended up moving to another continent is beyond her. This has been the weirdest night of her life.
"Okay, come on, let me take you home." The angel brings out his hands to carry her, and she looks at the hands, then at him, and she lets him.
The angel picks her up from the ground.
"Wait, I'm wearing a dress I didn't pay for. We have to-"
"Don't worry, we'll figure that out. Now, hold on tight, it's going to be a bumpy ride." Angela does as she's told, and his wings pop up.
His wings are pure white and look like those of a very large dove.
"But wait, how come no one sees us?"
"We're invisible, another super power we have." he winks at her and then begins to fly up in the sky. Angela cannot believe she's flying. Sure, she has been in a plane before, but this is different, this is way better. She's always been scared of heights, but tonight, not so much because she knows this angel will never let her fall.
The angel brings her back home by going into he room through the window.
Angela takes off the clothes she wore before in the bathroom, and she comes out of the bathroom with the folded dress in her arms. "That was epic. When am I going to get my wings?"
"Patience, dove, patience."
"Okay then. Thank you."
"Don't sweat it, kid."
"When am I going to see you again? I don't even know your name."
"The name's Gabriel, and I'm probably going to be seeing you in your dreams," he spreads his wings and begins to fly away.
Gabriel
Gabriel
Gabriel.
"Holy shit! You're Archangel Gabriel, the messenger!"
"It's what I do! So long, kid. Make me proud!" and he flies away.
Angela scoffs, and she stands on the balcony smiling as she watches him fly away.
Angel fucking Gabriel is the one who spoke sense into her.
What is even her life right now?