Eyes of Amber

Chapter 5

“Can you feel the change?” said Asmodeus as he walked into Semyazza’s office. “The air is different today, sweeter so to speak,”
“Time is running out, the Halfling will soon be too strong to defeat, we must strike now before it is too late!” replied Semyazza from behind his large antique wooden desk, he was lay back in his chair, arms folded over his stomach.
“Well,” said Asmodeus as he walked over to the drinks cabinet and examined its contents, “How do you suppose we do that, haven’t we tried to track the Halfling for the last twenty years now only to be beaten to the post by that prick, Michael?” Asmodeus picked up decanter filled with gin; he lifted the lid and sniffed the contents, satisfied he poured himself a glass.
“Do you want one?”

“No,” replied Semyazza, as he watched Asmodeus walk across the room and make himself at home as he always did.

“I’m sorry, Asmodeus but who the fuck invited you?” barked Semyazza “Don’t even bother sitting down, you’re not staying!” Semyazza was getting sick and tired of Asmodeus acting like he owned the place, helping himself to drinks and most of all coming in uninvited it really pissed Semyazza off.

“Huh, you actually almost hurt my feelings then,” said Asmodeus as he sat himself down facing Semyazza in front of his desk. “I thought we were friends, now that wasn’t very friendly now, was it, Semyazza? Plus, I thought you might be interested to hear that our little Halfling took out a, Ronove demon today, with her bare hands!”Semyazza stared at Asmodeus in shock.
“How do you know that?” he growled.
“Well like I said, haven’t you noticed the change in the air, she has come of age, her sent has changed, too strong for, Michael to mask now, she will be easy to track, but she is also strong, from what I heard she took the, Ronove out within seconds, poor bastard.”

“Heard from who?” Questioned Semyazza, he was looking at Asmodeus in such a way, that if looks could kill he would be 6ft under.
“I have my sources, Semyazza as you have yours, apparently she was not alone, your friend, Michael was with her, they entered some house and from what I know they are still inside.”
Asmodeus smirked at Semyazza while playing with his drink swirling it around his glass. Semyazza got up from his seat and leaned over the desk.
“A house where?” said Semyazza through gritted teeth, he was getting sick and tired of Asmodeus and his silly games.

“North West Manchester, I’m not a hundred percent sure which house but I’m sure your little darlings would easily be able to sniff her out.”
“Eemmm,” pondered Semyazza as he stood up and walked over to his drinks cabinet, pouring himself a drink. “Perhaps they will.” Semyazza smiled as he knocked back his drink and called for his most loyal subjects.

“So what you’re saying to me is, that I’ve been chosen by “God” to fight in this “battle” to kill all these demons, creatures or whatever the hell they are, and that you’re an angel ,well ex angel?” said Amber to Michael disbelieving her own words as she spoke them. “Huh and I thought my biggest worry today was losing my job!” Amber breathed while pouring herself another stiff drink and laughing under her breath not knowing whether to laugh or cry this guy has to be a whack job he thinks he’s an angel and I’m a weapon of God what the fuck, I think I need another drink. Amber went to pour herself another drink. As she leaned over to pick up the now half bottle of vodka Michaels hand touched hers. Amber looked up meeting Michael’s violet gaze.

“I’m not a whack job! Plus I can understand your difficulty trying to understand this, but you can’t deny the dreams or the demon that you just killed. This is just the beginning, Amber the lifting of the veil is upon us. I can help you to prepare. Teach you to fight. But if you turn your back on my help you’re going to be in deeper water than you can handle.”

Amber sat back in the chair, she felt calmer now, more level headed, safe and that this all seemed right, like this was her destiny, everything he spoke of she had dreamed about, the first battle, the fallen angels, the demons. Why she healed so quickly. Amber shook her head, what did he do to her when she looked into his eyes; she seemed to feel this immediate calm wash over her body.
“So let’s just say what you are telling me is the truth, “hypothetically”. How did you know my mother, my real mother?” asked Amber waiting for another lie.

“Myself, and, Gabriel were patrolling, when we saw the vampires attack her in one of the alley ways. She was heavily pregnant and tried to run, but was unable to getaway fast enough. Gabriel took your mother’s hand and led her to an abandoned warehouse while I dealt with the demons. By the time I had destroyed them and followed after, Gabriel. It was too late. The infection had spread quickly; it brought on the labour. Your birth! Her last wish was to save you.” Michael was full of sorrow as he recalled that night’s events. “Her name was, Marie. She was beautiful” he whispered. Amber sat there in shock; if he was lying then he was one sick bastard. “After your mother passed, Gabriel, wrapped you up in a towel and her own coat; we walked the streets of Manchester looking for a safe house for you to stay, until we were given a message to leave you at a bus stop.”

Oh my God how the hell did he know I was found at a bus stop abandoned by my own mother. Amber sat up slowly, eyes full of unshed tears. Nobody knew that she was the child who was left at the bus stop twenty years ago, not even her foster parents, hell she had only found out herself when she was eighteen when she asked social services to try and contact her real blood relatives.
“That’s because I’m telling you the truth, Amber.” said Michael as he hung his head, running his hands through his hair. “I know this is difficult, but we don’t have much time. The others will be tracking you, and unless you can defend yourself against the wrath of a fallen angel, you’re going to need my help.” Michael stood up and looked at the photos of Amber and her friend on the windowsill.

“Tracking me? But what if I don’t want any of this, what if I don’t want to fight. I’m just a girl! I can’t kill demons or vampires or angels! I don’t even know what happened outside!” Amber stared up at Michael as he stood in front of the window, the light shone in illuminating the space around him. At that moment he truly did look like he had been sent from Heaven.

“Then that, Amber is the choice that you have to make,” Michael put the photo he was holding back into its place. “But if I was you, I would make my decision quickly, because even if you do not fight they will still track you. And they will kill you!”