The Angel of Death Is My Savior

My love

Chapter two

“My love”

Azrael POV

I’ve been watching the love of my life, Echo, from a short distance at our school for about a month now. In heaven nobody feels anything like insecurity, but on earth- I fear her rejection. I’ve already formulated a plan on how to get her in my grasp. She won’t be able to run away even if she tries. The fates explained that my soulmate would be a very feisty and defiant yet kind and caring human, and that force would likely need to be used before. Of course, that won’t be an issue. I am, after all, the archangel of death.

Yep, that’s right, I am the archangel of death. One of my jobs is to come to earth in search of righteous souls on the brink of death, and take them to the best parts of heaven. These days business is scarce in that department.

In heaven, every archangel has found someone that the fates assigned to be their soulmate. Someone to spend their lives loving and spoiling. Every soulmate is human. Some archangels chose to take their humans to heaven, others decided to join their humans on earth. Of course, everyone still needs to fulfill their duties. But even fulfilling duties is so much better if you have your love by your side.

In my millennia’s of existence, I have not yet found my soulmate. About a year ago I sought out the three fates, and asked for their guidance. They sent me to this high school, Woods High, telling me that she will be here.

A month ago, when I arrived, I instantly knew it was her. I actually approached her once asking to hang out, and she incredibly kindly said that she’s focusing on studying. After watching her, I saw that she truly was not lying. Every school day she goes home after whatever sports practice she has, studies, and then practices sports in her back yard. On the weekends she will go out with friends and to parties, but she never gets drunk, and overall controls herself rather well. She is consistently used by teachers as an example of a model student.  

The very first time I saw her, I knew. Of course I feel love to all of my brethren and sisters and our heavenly father, but I have never felt the love I feel for her.

Coming to earth the fates assigned me several human bodyguards, security, and the backstory of being a son of a billionaire tycoon. So I live in a mansion, have an American Express black card, and just about everything I need.

This is not the first time I have come to earth. I come about every 50 years or so for about a year to learn about the era and culture. The thing I have always enjoyed the most, however, is s*x. It’s evolved quite a bit. In the last several years humans have been quite into b**m, which I have, too, enjoyed. Being the angel of death gives me a strong personality in the first place, but something about having a woman tied down and at your mercy, with mutual consent of course, is exhilarating and sexy as f**k. From the things I’ve been able to find out about my love from her friends, she has always been interested in trying such things. I can’t wait to try all of the dirty fantasies I have about her with her.

Learning about her past, however, has been largely concerning and disheartening. Her parents died in a plane crash about 11 months ago, giving her many issues. I can feel her emotions of sorrow, depression, and anxiety- regardless of her hiding it well from everyone rather well. I want to make all of her sadness go away.

For about two weeks I have been planning on how to get her to my mansion. At first, of course, I will ask. In the unfortunate circumstance that she refuses, I will have to take her by force, and woo her. Many angels, primarily archangels, have largely struggled with convincing their human soulmates that this is their fate. Most ended up actually kidnapping their humans until they could win them over. It’s good knowing that I wouldn’t be the only one this would happen to.

Today’s the day I set my plan into motion. It’s Thursday, and after heading home to change out of my school clothes I had my driver take me to Echo’s house.

As I step out of the car, I immediately feel her distress. I run up to the door and knock. When there’s no answer, I use my magic to unlock it. I follow the feeling of distress up a set of stairs. Suddenly, the feelings turn into nothing. I feel no emotions.

That can only mean one thing; death.

I breeze past the door to her room and open her bathroom to find that she’s in the bathtub with her wrists slit, and her beautiful once white dress stained red.

Fuck! I didn’t know her depression was this horrible! Fates, I need to get her back. Thank heavens I am one of the few angels with the gift of resurrection.

I bend down to her, and give her a feather light kiss on the lips. Her eyes open and she gulps in air. I turn myself invisible, yet stay and watch her closely. Just because she can’t see me doesn’t mean that I can’t see her.

“My love, what have you done?” I whisper to myself. I watch her sit up, look around in confusion, and examine the blood tinted color of the bathwater. She then looks down at her wrist, wonder filling her eyes at seeing them completely healed. After a few moments she looks up to the ceiling, tears filling her eyes.

“Why? I was ready to leave.”

But I wasn’t ready to let you go.