Thread or AIM Log: Thread Open or Closed: Closed Characters: Death and God Setting: Small-town middle-America far from the Center Content: TBD Summary: Gifts for Mother Warnings: None
Azrael prayed because he knew She listened. He worshiped the Lord with whispers and songs and most of all his sword, and he was far more devout than the church full of humans he now stood in. The entire town had crowded into the chapel to seek protection from the apocalypse raging around them, and instead had found Death upon their altar. The angel hadn't even had to strike them down, their priests had done it for him, his presence inspiring them to taint the communion with arsenic and the wine with cyanide.
No one had survived.
Now they were offerings for his God. The bodies painted by the colored light that streamed through stained glass windows, beautiful and peaceful to behold. A fitting sacrifice like the old days of Abraham.
The zombie outbreak hadn't reached this isolated town yet, a fact which the angel was grateful for because he found the reanimated dead to be rather revolting. These corpses though remained still and silent, dressed in their Sunday best and probably still waiting for salvation. Azrael's fingers pushed a delicate curl from in front of the face of a small child and then erased her name from his book, and as he finished with the last body in the pew he turned toward the door and smiled.
The expression was rare from him but glowed with an inner radiance as he asked, "Is the end of the world everything you expected, Mother?"