The Fallen Angel

The creepy, foggy atmosphere of the grave would've scared off any person walking there. Why would anyone in their right mind do so? It wasn't optimal. It wasn't smart. Nevertheless here she was, Jasmine, hugging herself from the cold of the spirits there haunting her, walking past unseen eyes as she searched for Amelia France, an eighteen-year-old who was taken by a mobster that her partner was on the verge of catching. His MO was burying his victims alive until eventually, they died.

Jasmine couldn't even fathom the trauma that came from that, or imagine what being buried alive felt like. This case was taking more of a toll on her than she wanted it to, more than she would ever admit to herself. Her partner, Xavier, constantly asked her if she was up to the task, and she told him yes, because the girl had to be found. She couldn't allow another person to fall under because of her own fears. What kind of woman did that make her?

She continued her journey as she occasionally closed her eyes to hear the sound of anything wavering in the wind. Her heartbeat was fast and she prayed to herself silently that she wasn't too late. Finding her had led to sleepless nights, not that she got much sleep anyways. Keeping control of her powers was a daunting task, especially while sleeping. She had to be in control at all times.

"Just come back if you need to, Peters. We can find her another way." Xavier pleaded in her ear from the Bluetooth causing her to jump.

"I'm fine,” Jasmine replied snapping at him as she did so. "Just shut up and let me do this." She replied more calmly. His response was to sigh, frustrated and worried about her. Why he always did this to himself was beyond Jasmine. It wasn't uncommon for her to put her life on the line for another. At least this gave her life purpose.

Her hands reached out touching the gravestones one by one as she looked for the freshest grave to go near. There were a lot of them, more than she could fathom. People were dropping like flies lately. The crime rate had spiked, sickness had grown rapidly, a salad cost way more than a burger. It was pure madness. This world truly needed healing and cleansing, and where was the God everyone prayed too? Did he even hear their prayers?

Jasmine's faith in humanity and in the supernatural had slowly started to decrease the more she performed her job. How did Xavier do it? He was on the force way longer than her and far cheerier and more hopeful about humanity than she was. After helping him over the past two years she felt drained more now than she ever did before. How had he survived five?

A scream took her out of her thoughts, loud and compulsive. Her body gave way to the feeling, touching the ground as she squatted trying to regain composure. Her head spun, a side effect of being in someone else’s mind. Jasmine looked down to the ground, then around her. Something felt off. Something was watching her. As ominous as the scene looked before her, she didn't see anyone.

"Hey, can you hear me. I'm with the district police. Amelia, talk to me. I need to find you." Jasmine remained calm despite the chaos going off in her mind. Her body continued to alert her to stop and not help the woman, but she wouldn't stop now. She had to continue.

“Yes. I hear you...Please help me!”

"Keep talking, Amelia. I know you are afraid, but trust me I will find you. I just need to reach your mind."

"Who are you? How are you able to do this?” Amelia asked. "Am I going crazy?”

Jasmine scoffed. "No. I'm Jasmine Peters. I may be the crazy one. Just keep talking to me, okay. It will be over soon. I know you are afraid."

"Yes please, please! I'm running out of air!”

The cry came from behind where she was kneeling and Jasmine began to touch the newly dug grave. "Xavier, I found her!” She screamed as she began removing the dirt from the top with her bare hands. Again, her heart pounded alarm as her mind flashed like crazy. She looked around again a bit disoriented; there was a blurry image of a man in front of her with what seemed like black wings behind him. His face was too blurry to make out and the light...there was light surrounding him, as she could only see the silhouette of the wings and the body.

She opened her mouth to speak, but men began to run over from behind with shovels, though she couldn't stop looking at the mysterious silhouette. Her eyes widened as someone pulled her up from the dirt, and she turned to them breaking out of her trance. Once she turned back, the silhouette was gone. Her eyes looked around for it. Hiding in the darkness was where she saw the winged shadow one last time, right before it disappeared.

"Hey Peters! You alright?” Xavier asked, grabbing her elbow as her heart slowly began to calm down.

"Did you see it?” Her hands were shaking and her mouth went dry. What the hell was that? It shined so brightly, but yet was in so much darkness that she felt the small push of power through her. It made her sick. Made her want to stop searching for the woman.

"See what? There was nothing here." Xavier looked around to see if he could see anything. It would've been foolish of him not to, knowing what she could do and seeing her gifts firsthand. She wouldn't have even been there if it wasn't for them. "What did you see?”

She stuttered for a moment unable to explain. She opened her mouth to speak, but one of the officers called out for them to come look. "We found her!” He proclaimed.

Xavier clapped his hands hard together and ran over after patting her on the shoulder. Jasmine could only nod and squat back down as she placed her head between her legs to calm herself. Her heart wasn't slowing down long enough for her to calm down. Whatever she saw truly spooked her.

After a while Jasmine stayed in the car as Xavier and the others scanned the crime scene and got Amelia to the hospital. It was a successful search and rescue. Amelia would be hospitalized and placed into police custody until they caught the man who did that to her, and hopefully bring down the whole crime syndicate. It gave reason to celebrate, but Jasmine was only waiting to go home. Her phone tapped the side of her cheek in her hands and her mind couldn't get away from what she saw.

"Jasmine Peters you are a true miracle." Xavier praised once he got into the car. "We couldn't have gotten her out without you."

"I'm not sure about that." Her eyes only glanced at Xavier as they sat in silence for a moment. "So what next?”

"Well, the chief wants a word with you. Some of us are going out to celebrate. Of course, you are coming as the guest of honor." Xavier placed on his most charming smile, but Jasmine only frowned.

"No. I told you I don't want to party with those animals. They are afraid of me and quite frankly, I don't blame them."

"Come on that's not true,” Xavier argued, shaking his head slowly.

"You aren't in their minds, Xavier. They hate me. They fear me. I actually prefer it so they will actually leave me alone." She folded her arms, mind made up. "I'm sorry. I'm not going. You found her. You go take all the credit. I just want to go home and take a long shower." Dirt was still in her nails and all over her clothes. Her long curly hair fell down her face untamed. She looked at her hands full of dirt and back to herself in the side mirror. The fact that people hated her, even the police officers, used to make her feel bad. It was just a long line of people she needed to stay away from. "I need to rest in the peace and quiet."

Xavier sighed as he started the car. "Well at least go talk to the chief first. It would mean the world to me if he placed you as my partner for good. After this, I'm not sure what's the big hold up. You solved more missing persons cases over the past two years than I have in my entire career as a detective."

"I'm not qualified. Being a quack isn't the preference on the resume." She joked, but was really serious. "I rather do it unofficially anyways. It's not too bad not having to take orders from other people."

Xavier chuckled. "Something new you called yourself? A duck now? What happened to crazy psycho bitch?”

Jasmine smiled then, turning to him. His eyes glanced at hers and the moment would've been perfect to say something sweet and romantic to each other. "That's only on special occasions." She replied, looking away from his gaze as he turned back to the road.

"For the record, and I don't care how many times I have to tell you this, you're amazing. Your gifts are a true blessing and a gift from the Gods." Jasmine turned unconvinced. Xavier didn't understand what she had to go through. The loneliness, the constant paranoia, knowing what others are really thinking about you. It was the reason she didn't have anyone. "I'm serious." He continued. "I think you are great." He touched her hand slightly, and hesitantly pulled away.

Jasmine didn't reply. It wasn't a topic she wanted to discuss with Xavier. He knew what she was, she opened up to him a couple of times, but he didn't know the extent of what she had to endure. Her philosophy was never get too close. She was better off alone and people would just end up hating her anyways. Even though Xavier stuck around. She assumed for him it was always about the job or he was just being nice. That's all.

Once they reached the police station, Xavier walked in. Teresa ran up and wrapped her arms around Xavier and kissed him right in front of Jasmine as she awkwardly turned her head. Teresa, Xavier's girlfriend, was the main reason Jasmine didn't dare get too close to Xavier. He was taken, despite his feelings for her, despite whatever feelings she had for him, it couldn't go any further than work-related. Teresa had her eyes on Jasmine and was quite jealous at times, and Jasmine didn't have to read her mind to know that.

Xavier was handsome. A dark chocolate black man with a heart of gold. Trimmed beard and mustache connected, waves on the top of his head. He was built, very muscular, worked out every day as part of the job, and loved Teresa to pieces. Teresa was lighter tones than Xavier, more so Jasmine's skin tone, but she was a straight classy kind of woman. The heels, the dress, the long flowing hair that clearly wasn't hers, the makeup, the lifestyle. Teresa was also a fitness guru and they worked out as a couple.

They were a cute power couple, therefore Teresa had no reason to be jealous of Jasmine. She was five foot eight, not as slim as she was, hips and a bit of ass. Her stomach wasn't the fattest, but it had a bulge, but her breasts were much smaller. Her hair was curly down to her shoulders and dyed brown on the tips, giving depth to her black roots. No makeup, there were lines under her eyes from lack of sleep and big full lips, with light brown eyes that most people thought were fake.

Instead of watching Teresa and Xavier swoon over each other Jasmine walked by them, glancing at the other officers that looked at her. Some unsure whether it was time to accept her on the force or not and the others were in pure disbelief. As she knocked on the Chief's door she did start to feel a bit nervous. This was a big opportunity for her. If he was offering her a job would she really turn it down?

"Come in Jasmine."

She opened the door and closed it softly turning, holding her hands nervously. "You wanted to see me?”

"Yes. Please sit."

She did so in front of his desk, trying her best to not read his mind as she wanted to find out what was really going on. This was the first time he asked to speak to her personally, any other time he only spoke through Xavier. After seeing that silhouette earlier that night she couldn't shake off her nerves. She was usually a lot calmer than this.

"You are doing some amazing work here recently and I have been noticing. For a minute Xavier was taking the credit, was that by your terms or his?” The Chief asked, folding his hands on his desk.

“It was mines. I didn't want him to get in trouble for bringing me in knowing I'm not officially on the payroll. It was more so his research that solved the cases, I just tagged along."

"Extremely modest of you. I also see here you are only twenty-seven doing impressive work like this. You shouldn't give him all the credit."

Jasmine shrugged. "It's the truth."

"They tell me you have a gift of some sort that helps you catch the bad guys and find the victims. As in Amelia France. Do you really read minds?”

Jasmine didn't know how to respond to that. It would always end up the same way. The other person would want her to test it and demand she read their thoughts. It wasn't something she liked doing. Their thoughts usually lead her to being a freak even though they asked her too.

"I would prefer not, Sir. What is this really about?” She held her hands up. "Not trying to be rude, but it's rather late and I need to get home and take a shower."

"Right." The Chief handed her an envelope. "The France family paid a pretty penny to help us find their daughter. I believe this belongs to you. Take it as you will, but you will take it." he also handed her an application. "Also even though you are already on the team you have to go through proper procedures. Fill out the application and see if you are a fit to join us on payroll." He stood as Jasmine stood.

"Hmm, thank you, Sir. I will." They shook hands.

"Good work tonight. I expect to see you on the force making a real difference here."

Jasmine walked out feeling a bit overwhelmed. The application in her hands was the chance of a lifetime.

"I told you this was what the meeting was about!” Xavier beamed, wrapping his arms around her to congratulate her. She had to slightly pull away looking around the room for Teresa. "So when do you start?”

"I don't. It's just an application. I may not even make the cut. So stop getting excited. I'm going home. Go to the dinner thing and enjoy yourself. I will see you on the next big case." She waved, heading to her car, an envelope full of money and an application she thought she would never have in her possession.

Jasmine sat at her desk at home after a very long shower in shorts and a tee shirt. Her fingernails in her mouth ready to bite as she looked at her emails. Her eyes kept darting to the application beside her, conflicted whether she should fill it out or not. The pros and cons of filling out the application weighed heavily on her mind then. A flash of the dark silhouette shot through her mind as she started to Google the image trying to describe it.

There was nothing on the website that was similar to what she saw to give an explanation. Hope was almost lost until she saw an article that stood out to her. She clicked it, becoming intrigued. A woman claimed to have seen angels and demons. Surprisingly the article wasn't calling her crazy, but it instead explained how the war for souls between angels and demons had been raging in another realm, the celestial realm. People who had gifts were said to have eyes in the celestial realm, regular people called it the sixth sense.

As Jasmine started to research more, writing notes along the way, her doorbell rang in her one-bedroom apartment. She got up hesitantly to answer it, glancing at her phone to check the time. It was later than she thought. Who would be ringing her doorbell at 2 am in the morning? She curiously looked through the peephole and opened the door slowly, sensing the person on the other side.

"Xavier? What are you…” before she could continue he grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers. It was clear what he wanted in his mind and in his action. As much as she wanted to protest, tasting the liquor on his tongue, as it slid along her bottom lip, she couldn't stop him. If anything she walked backward as he pressed her along the wall, pulling her hands above her head. He smelled good, pressing closer to her, her nipples were growing hard as his hands traveled down her arm above her head to caress her right breast. She moaned in his mouth which made him smile.

He lifted her legs around his waist, kissing her neck as his hands traveled under her shirt. In his mind she could see all the erotic things he wanted to do to her and everything he'd been thinking about with them together. She wanted those things. It had been so long since she was with a man she had almost forgotten how good it could feel, but her head warned her what she was doing was wrong.

"Xavier we have to stop." She moaned as his hands covered her full breast massaging and slowly rolling over her very sensitive nipple. "Please...before you regret this." She pleaded, pulling his hand away and removing herself from his hold.

"Why do you think I would regret this? I have feelings for you Jasmine. Why do you fight this?” he placed her hand on his hard dick causing her to jerk away. Sleeping with Xavier would cause everything to become even more awkward, falling in love with him would make matters worse. She couldn't allow herself that luxury. Besides he was with someone. Teresa was going to kill both of them.

Jasmine didn't want to, but she probed his mind a little, enough to see him and Teresa got into it at the celebration once he had one too many. She knew he was attracted to Jasmine and felt so threatened that even when Xavier took up for her with the other officers she couldn't help but to accuse him of having feelings for her, which she wasn't wrong. He did. He cared far too much.

"You need to leave Xavier, you're clearly not in your right mind and can't seem to hold your liquor for shit. I will call one of the officers to come by and get you." Jasmine said regrettably, not looking at him in the eyes.

Xavier scoffed. "You want me to leave? If she thinks we are having sex together anyways I minus well do it." He slurred, sadly, nearly falling over the couch as he gave her space. "I know you want me too Jasmine."

She folded her arms in anger, but mostly to cover her nipples. "What makes you believe that?”

Xavier smiled and pulled her closer to him before she could get away. "You can read my mind before I even knocked on the door. You saw what I wanted to do, but yet you let me in. So stop with the games."

As much as she wanted to deny his accusations he was absolutely right. Her body was on fire for him. She thought about wanting to have sex with him and then act as if it never happened, but she respected their relationship more than that and more so she didn't want to fall in love with him. It was already hard enough to work with him when they both had such amazing chemistry. It was vital to keep her feelings in check.

Jasmine pulled out of his embrace before he could kiss her again and walked around for her phone. His eyes stayed glued on her ass and again his thoughts went to a place her thoughts started to travel. Her bent over the couch while he pounded her from behind as he smacked and caressed her round ass until she was begging for her release. She had to get him out of her house before she gave in.

"What are you doing?” Xavier asked, following her around the living room.

"Calling you a left to take you home." She replied, determined, dodging him from taking the phone out of her hand.

"Jasmine, don't please. Just let me stay, I promise to keep my hands to myself." He sat on the couch sad again as he sighed and closed his eyes. "You were right about those assholes at the precinct they really do fear you. I couldn't let them sit there and talk about you like that. You have helped me in so many ways. I love you, Jasmine. It would've been us and not Teresa."

Jasmine gulped hearing the words she'd been wanting to hear for the longest time. The loneliness had her wanting to fall over him and fuck his brains out on the couch, but rational thought and fear kept her placing in his address to order the left. She sighed though regretting not going after what she wanted, as she placed her phone on the table as the left was on its way.

"You love Teresa, Xavier. You two are the star couple that everyone wants to be. You have been with her for three years now. Way before I got in the picture. I don't want to be the home wrecker she already thinks me to be. Go home okay. Forget about this night and be happy with her."

It was written all over his face that he wanted to protest. He wanted to tell her that he wasn't happy and that he really wanted her instead, but he didn't reply as he stood sobering up some, rejection on his face. Jasmine waited for him by the door, refused to look at him, afraid he may see the disappointment in her eyes. He walked up to her and caressed her cheek so that she looked at him anyways.

"I will never stop you know."

Jasmine forced a smile. "Your left is outside." She replied, opening the door to her apartment.

Xavier nodded walking out as she quickly closed the door before she changed her mind. She locked it and threw herself against the door, still feeling him on the other side of it. Her hands started to caress her body picturing them together on the couch making love. Those thoughts led her to the couch, touching and caressing her body until exhaustion caved in and she fell asleep.

The next morning Jasmine's phone vibrated on the desk waking her up. There was a hit on the woman she researched and she had an address off the social media account. There was also a lot of texts from Xavier that she read with a smile, but deleted. He just apologized for last night and how he acted. He hoped they could still work together and it not be weird. Which it would be from now on. They kissed, that was enough.

Once she got dressed she headed out to the address which was on the opposite part of the city, damn near in the farmlands. It took her three hours to get there in her car. It was a good thing she had the money from the France family. It wasn't clear what she expected going to this home alone. Her mind told her she would've told Xavier, but this was more her problem. This world was something he would never be able to fully understand.

The house was nearly deserted and not well kept. Only a couple of cars were in the driveway. Her hands stayed on her keys where her pepper spray rested in case of any danger. She scanned the house looking for a mind to connect with. It was a man there and a sickly woman, no one else. The man was grieving over the woman wishing she would get better. It was his mother. Jasmine felt safe knocking on the door then.

"Hello Jake. My name is Jasmine Peters. I contacted you on Facebook about Mrs. Jenkins."

The door opened a few seconds later as the man pulled Jasmine in. "Thank you for coming. No one else responded."

Jasmine looked confused as she looked at the man. "Responded? I'm sorry…”

"You're a medium like my mother aren't you?” The man asked, confused and desperate. "I read about you on the blogs and other social media that you help the Local Police. You have gifts like my mother."

Jasmine drew a little closer. "Your mother has gifts?”

Jake nodded. "You are the person I been praying for."

The fact that Jake thought Jasmine of being some savior made her uneasy. She wasn't and didn't even believe in her own gifts. They were more like a curse to her. Ones she was stuck with forever. Jake led her to the room where his mother laid in the hospice bed under a breathing tube and barely moving.

"The doctors say she won't make it past the week so I brought her home."

Jasmine's heart started to break. Seeing his mother like this with him so hopeful she could save him made her want to try, but that wasn't her gift. She could only read minds, not heal anyone. She feared she would let him down, again the God he was praying to was letting him down by making her the scapegoat.

"I'm sorry Jake I don't heal people. I never could do that. It's not what I do." She replied, sadly, touching the railing on the bed.

"Can you read her mind then? Tell me if she is suffering. What would she want me to do?” Jasmine could do that at least. "I can pay you whatever you like."

Jasmine held her hands up. "Not necessary. I will do it." Jasmine took a deep breath and grabbed Mrs. Jenkins hand. The feeling started to travel up her fingers then to her arms and straight to her head. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and pressure inside started to build as she felt a tinge of electricity run through. Mrs. Jenkins power coursed through her veins.

"Help! Don't let them take me!”

Jasmine almost wanted to pull away, but Mrs. Jenkins grabbed her hand strong keeping her there with her in the darkness. "Mrs. Jenkins? I can't…”

"You can."

"I can't. What are you trying to do? Who is after you?”

Mrs. Jenkins started to scream. "Open your eyes!”

Jasmine hesitated but opened her eyes to the darkness. It drew her in another world it seemed. Another realm. She could feel the pull of something there with her. Something she had never felt before. The bright light shone then as if she was outside of herself. The silhouette was leaning over Mrs. Jenkins, this time more visible. It was what Mrs. Funkiness's spirit was seeing. The black wings nearly took up the room as he stood there staring at her. His cold piercing gaze shot over at hers as Jasmine gasped. She nearly released her hand, but Mrs. Funkiness's grip was stone cold.

"You see him too don't you?” Mrs. Jenkins asked in her mind to Jasmine.

"Yes." Jasmine stuttered unsure of what she was seeing. "Who is he?”

"The warrior of darkness who works for the light. I won't go with him. Please help me."

Jasmine looked over to the sort of dark angel man. His eyes were a beautiful green and his skin was glowing. He had on some kind of black armor that didn't hide his body at all. He was built like a god.

"So you can see me,” he spoke and it was as if angels from the heavens were raining down on trumpets. "Odd."

"Were you the man I saw at the grave? Are you some sort of angel of death?” Jasmine asked, boldly.

"Excuse me?” Jake asked, hearing her and not the angel.

The Angel's eyes glanced over at Jake, and back to Jasmine, who looked at him determinedly. "You really want to know the answer to that?” he asked, again the voice was triumphant and would've shattered Jasmine's core.

"Yes. Who are you? And what do you want?” She asked, stubbornly needing answers.

"Jasmine?” Jake touched her causing her to jump.

"Jake can I have a moment alone with your mother please?” He was hesitant and didn't respond right away. "If you want me to heal her I need alone time."

"You won't heal her." The angel chuckled, crossing his arms.

Jasmine ignored him as she continued to look to Jake. He nodded and slowly walked out the room not turning his back on Jasmine as they both waited until he closed the door to look back at each other. The smug look on the angelic man's face made Jasmine even angrier as he leaned against the wall arms still folded as he watched Jasmine still hold onto Mrs. Funkiness's hand.

"You are quite determined to go against The Almighty. That woman's soul is ours. It has already been determined. Let go of her hand now."

Jasmine took a step back as he took a step forward. "Your almighty hasn't been present in a long time and now his main job is collecting souls? You can't have hers." She argued. "You only want her because she can do things that normal people can't." His eyebrows rose at her defiance. "You were at the grave site about to take Amelia France's soul weren't you?”

“I suppose it was me. I had a busy schedule so it may have been me or some other angel. Nonetheless this would be twice you have interfered with The Almighty's business. Interesting." He started to walk over to her looking her up and down. "The Almighty won't be happy to hear about this."

Jasmine shuddered out of fear. Of course, it would be just her luck she pissed off God of all things. The angel's presence was very intimidating, and now life-changing, as she knew that God was real and dark angels carried out souls to heaven. This angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once.

"Jasmine Lana Peters, age twenty-seven. Born from the mother of Janae Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined."

Jasmine's mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. "What are you doing?”

Honestly, she didn't even know, but she willed for Mrs. Jenkins to become better. Her body started to heal itself from growing cancer and she was pouring her life force into a complete stranger without even realizing she could. The Angel wanted to take her away. He tried to grab her, but remembered it was against the rules for him to do so, clenched his teeth in anger.

"Who do you think you are?” he asked angrily. "Do you even know what you have done?”

Jasmine watched him stare dead into her eyes as she watched him fade away, his wings flapped and he flew off before he was entirely gone out of her sight. Jasmine could release Mrs. Jenkins hand then, breathing and grabbing a hold to the wall as she panted. Mrs. Jenkins rose with a deep breath calling for Jake as she did so. Jasmine held her chest unsure of what just happened. Curiously she looked at her hands from front to back.

"Jasmine you did it." She said, happily. Then she turned to her son as he hugged her tight.

“What did I do? How...did I…” Jasmine watched the woman get out of the bed before she lost focus and started to fall with Jake helping her.

"Sit down Jasmine. Let me get you some water." He offered, walking off quickly and returning before Jasmine could get her head together. Mrs. Jenkins held her hand as she squatted in front of her.

"I never met someone as strong as you before. You are…” Jasmine started to fade before she could continue.

Gabriel waited in front of the throne on his knee bowing to the Almighty as he felt ashamed. Yet another soul was regained and the earth now was out of balance and corrupted by one person. One measly woman. His fists clenched and he contained the anger from his lips as he spoke. He had never been so humiliated.

"No need to feel humiliated, my child. There are certain things in this world that you do not understand." The Almighty replied, in a blanket of warmth surrounding Gabriel, not at all upset as he thought The Almighty should be.

"Who is this Jasmine Peters supposed to be really? Why can she do things an Angel can?” Gabriel stood from his bowed stance, hands on his chest as he spoke. "I never…” He paused remembering he had seen such gifts before. His fists clenched. "These are critical times Almighty. The celestial war is growing more and more brutal by the day. We needed those souls with us. I was first on the scene before Malathion and his demon ambassadors. If it had not been for that woman…”

"Gabriel my child. You have missed the importance of what is to come. Keep a close eye on Jasmine Peters. This is an order. Follow her and report back to me your findings."

The light soon disappeared having the final say so and leaving Gabriel confused and even more curious. The woman was ruining his angelic duties. He wasn't a babysitter. He was a dark angel, God's fierce warriors who lead souls to heaven. It wasn't the toughest job if the Demons they battled for the souls weren't growing more powerful by each soul they consumed.

"This human has you going, brother?”

Gabriel smirked as he turned to his brother, Ezekiel. They clasped arms as men would in a battle environment. Ezekiel looked much like him, but different color eyes and slightly different build. Both Angels cut from the same cloth.

"Nothing I won't be able to handle."

Ezekiel laughed then. "Not sure these humans are far more superior than we think they are. We are clearly powerful celestial beings, but yet we watch over them. We nourish them. The Almighty needs them. They are as much as our brothers and sisters as we are. The Almighty's children."

Gabriel frowned. "He speaks in encrypted code. These humans may have the Almighty's mind clouded with love for them. They don't deserve it. They never had. They never will." He folded his arms as he looked to the earth in the vastness of it all.

"Free will my brother. We cannot interrupt free will. No matter how much we would like too. They are free to decide and make their own choices. We are just here to guide them to Almighty. Remember that." Ezekiel patted Gabriel on his shoulder as he flew off with the last word leaving Gabriel pondering on going back to earth to deal with his failings. Whatever the Almighty had in store in his future he was more than willing to accept the task and complete it determinedly. Jasmine Peters would be carefully watched and guarded, rather she obeyed him or not.