NewArc: Pure Evil 11/XI. You Looked Beyond My Fault (Remastered)

SFX: BAM!

Furious of what had become of the US military forces in the North Afghan, the US President sought help to his last hope – the nation’s best strategist, the Angel of Mercy.

He gently opened one of the windows from his residence in the White House and gazed at the night sky.

The breeze whistled and burned his skin coldly as it hit, and the critter’s echoes drowned out the noises from the city.

The lights flickered excitingly beyond the walls of the White House into the neighborhood of Washington.

And the current President William prayed intently with his heart and called out his name, Michael, the Angel of Mercy, hearken to my voice and fulfill the oath you made with my forefathers.

The prayer that the President thought of was the call sign of Michael. As part of the vow he made to Lincoln that day, they made a call sign whenever the President needed the guidance of the angel.

Michael rarely gets to hear prayers. Humans know of his name, but only pray to God and the devil, Lucifer.

Arthur and Johnny were sleeping soundly when he heard the prayer. With a swish of his hand, he created a clone of Michael and teleported the clone to the place of the prayer.

The strong winds entered the residence of the President and teleported the angel.

Michael showed up with his golden armor, helmet, his purity robe, and the flaming sword still in its own sheathe.

“What do you need of me, William?” Michael appeared as the winds disappeared in his stead.

“Have you seen the news?” William introduced his case to Michael with that statement.

Michael can only sigh. He’s only a six year old human, but he had to be updated with the current news and reports due to his responsibility with the President.

“I have. What part are you worried about?” He walked across the room towards the soft couch in the living room.

“It’s about the Talicain in Afghan.” The sheer amount of courage he had to gather to tell that to Michael was outstanding.

“What about them?” The angel sat bouncing at the soft couch and crossed his legs and arms indicating his closed mind regard the subject.

Silence ensued as Michael questioned his intentions, but he soon spoke.

“I was hoping you can help us. The Talicain sent two guys for a suicide mission and blew up at one of our bases there. We had two casualties and almost a hundred injured.” William awkwardly reasoned with the angel.

He wanted Michael to take care of the injured and heal them, and push back the Talicain from the bases.

“I already told you two years ago that they’re not responsible for that bombing incident, yet you insisted that war.” Michael sounded irritated, and his sardonic expression showed the attitude of, “I told you so.”, as he retorted to the President’s request.

Two years ago, there was a bombing incident that claimed the lives of almost a thousand Americans in one of the commercial buildings in the Middle East.

“I am not your problem solver, Mister President. I DO NOT KILL, nor do I wish to touch the bodies of murderers TO HEAL.” He gritted his teeth, William can only drop his jaw in silence.

He couldn’t utter a word, because it’s true. William called Michael at one of the worst days of America, but Michael couldn’t say a word, he couldn’t tell the President who’s responsible, but he guaranteed that the rebels in Afghan are not the ones who bombed that commercial building.

He knew if he told William about the perpetrators, the President will stop at nothing to avenge the people of the country and hatred would not end.

“I already told you two years ago that I would not touch Afghan, EVER, anything in the Middle East is BARRED.” Michael strongly opposed.

Everything that’s involving the chosen people of God and its connections through blood are not to be touched by the angels while they were living as humans.

“Pull them out if you don’t want any other soldier to die. If you don’t pull them out, then YOU solve your OWN problems.”

William was still trying to persuade Michael to help him, he wanted to choose the right words, but as soon as Michael said his piece, a strong gust of wind teleported the angel back to his home at Los Angeles.

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After the involvement of the three on the Jamie Lee murder case, they officially became the secret consultants of the Special Crimes Division or SCD of the LAPD from that day onwards.

Secretly, especially from their father, who was a government official that time in the highest intelligence agency of the country, the two continued to get calls from the Special Crimes Division to help solve crimes in an unorthodox way.

The SCD continued to close cold cases with the assistance of their “Little Detectives” in the LAPD.

The Department Chief sternly gave an order about keeping the consultants a tight secret within the Division, and no one has yet caught wind of the reason of the high closing case rate of the SCD since the twins stepped in.

Two years have passed, yet their routine had always been the same. Kidnappers and trespassers always attempt to take a hold of the Smith household but ends up always in cuffs in a police car.

It’s not a pleasant sight, hence, Emily grew quite exhausted dealing with it every day.

“I’m sorry, my son, I have to leave you for a while.” She placed a white stationary paper in the top drawer of the night stand in the kid’s bedroom, and hoping that Johnny would find it comforting that his mother left him with the letter of her thoughts.

Before she left, she held on to a piece of Polaroid picture that contained an ultrasound imaging with a fetus that was already one month old.

Along with her suitcase, she rang up a cab and requested to be hauled to the nearest airport.

She left before dawn, on the day of the twin’s eight birth day.

Abandoning the two of her children, Emily decided to fly out to New York, where one of the triplets had been sent to.

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“Where’s Mom?” Johnny seemed disappointed as he glanced around the room and into the hallway as Matthew prepare the dining table with the food for our eight-year celebration.

“I’m sure she’ll be around dinner.” It’s already past four in the afternoon, dinner’s about four hours away, and as the head butler of the house bakes the two layer-red velvet cake that Johnny requested, time passed by leisurely.

“She-“ Arthur attempted to exchange words with Johnny regards the whereabouts of their mother, but Johnny’s enthusiastic spirit halted Arthur in spoiling the mood.

“Art, can you help me with this, please?” Matthew signed his hands above the oven with the mitts on, he’s pointing at the soft chiffon cake piping hot in the oven, with only one mitten in his right hand.

“Sure!” Arthur materialized a white mist behind him, and filling in the mist was a body-double of Michael minus the armor and the wings in a butler-tailored clothes.

“Hwwwowhh! Uhhhhh…” The body-double kneeled down on one foot as if proposing, and reached out to the inside of the oven and carefully pulled out the baking tray with the soft cake atop and laid it at the counter top right beside the oven.

Matthew stood shocked gazing to the beauty of the angel’s clone helping him out in the kitchen preparations.

“You really should be employing maids, you know.” Art then spread out his hands and the body-double dematerialized from the white mist that it came from and disappeared from the room.

“Shouldn’t you be using those awesome powers for good, I mean, not for something trivial like this?” Matthew transferred the cake to a round container, and headed toward the refrigerator to cool down the smoking-hot chiffon.

The butler attempted to humor Arthur and his use of the clones.

“I’m already using it for humanity’s good, why can’t I use it when I need it?” He replied, casually teasing the butler since he worked solo on the mansion, cleaning, teaching the kids home-schooling, preparing food, maintaining the up-keep of the home, and security all-in-one.

“I-“ Matthew sighed as he laid the container in the freezer, and turned around and smiled at the kid.

He remembered the times he had gotten them to sleep, to eat, to read, and write, and even the times that they wanted to bathe.

“Do you think mom will be delighted with dinner?” Johnny jumped in between the sweet conversation of the two, slipping in a tootsie roll in his mouth.

Mom. He heard it clearly. Johnny still desires for a wholesome family with a mother and father, but Arthur appeared to be much contented with the current set-up with the butler’s guidance.

“Yes, I’m sure, she will be, and do not eat sweets before dinner. It’ll ruin your appetite.” Matthew patted Johnny’s head, right with the mittens.

He shook his finger no as he instructed the kid to spit out the sweet.

“Mmmmmkay…” He spat out the candy directly to the trashcan left side of the cooler.

Arthur looked around the empty kitchen, the empty dining room, and the empty hallways and bedroom. It was always like this on their birthdays, but there was some improvements with Edward’s treatment of the twins, at least that’s how the two interpret the calls of Edward to check up on them from time to time.

“Is Dad going to be home as well?” It was the first time Arthur asked about Edward for about two years.

Matthew hesitantly answered, and appeared a bit disappointed. “I don’t know.”

It is a big celebration for the twins, last summer, April of the year 2005, they graduated of the elementary level of schooling, though, normally, it will take about six years for normal humans to graduate, it only took them about two years as they are of the advanced class and their intelligence quotient is far more higher than what Einstein had in his lifetime.

So, the celebration of their eight birth day on July 7, 2005, was quite monumental for the twins and for Matthew, since they all worked hard to have advanced the children’s studies to be atop their school nationwide, and worldwide.

Though, they had to keep their profiles lay low, and the special graduation on another day and another time than the regular one, the three were still grateful to have achieved a feat no one has ever did before.

Two hours have passed as the household bare empty.

“Did they forget that it’s our birthday today?” Johnny looked so disappointed.

He pouted his face as he sprang up from his seat in the dining room and went to the bedroom. Arthur followed suit.

The twins engaged in reading their books in the mini library as they lay wait for their parents to come home and start the celebration.

“Art, read me about the Bible, please?” Johnny formed his habit of whenever he was sad he wanted Arthur to read him a passage in the book or a story about the Bible.

It has become a comfort habit for the two to talk about stories in the Bible whenever they feel lonely and sad.

“Okay, come on.” He fluffed the bed sheets on their king-sized bed and Arthur plucked out the Holy Bible from his mini library in the room and jumped on the bed to read the story of Noah.

“After a long time, Adam and Eve have not tried making another child, because they were heart-broken…” He opened the book of Genesis.

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“Adam… I’m… so sorry.” Michael felt a little off burying Abel’s body at Cain’s plant fields.

His lifeless body laid flat on the ground as Adam covered his son in dirt and mud.

“No… I should have seen this coming…” Adam felt apologetic as well. The following hours after that sacrifice appeared to be the tipping point of Cain but not one of his parents was able to comfort him in his time of need.

“Rest assured, my sister, the Angel of Death, I’m sure she has brought Abel’s soul in paradise. Father will consistently visit him there.” Michael tried to comfort the doting father, as they plump the brown soil where they buried Abel’s physical body.

The twenty years spent nourishing a fellowship between a son and a father and the times they have spent together has been one platonic relationship.

The times that Eve comforted Abel in the many times she thought her what she had learned from Michael has her holding on to hope that someday, somewhere, she will still see Abel with the Light.

The fleeting smile of his son as he taught him how to care for the herd, and the quick wits they do as they roam around the plains seeking for pastures needed for the herd, seem to be, little-by-little, disappearing from Adam’s memories.

“Why does it have to be like this?” He asked. He can’t seem to wrap the whole thing inside his head, it was too quick.

Death rushed in snatching Abel from the two loving parents.

“What have we done wrong?” He faced Michael, weeping, and you can clearly see the frustration and grieve in his eyes welling up as he tried to find comfort from the angel.

The angel could only stare in pity and silence.

He couldn’t bear to look into Adam’s eyes.

“The answers to your questions are as good as mine.” Michael drifted his gaze beyond the plains, he cannot possibly maintain eye contact with the man that he felt he let down.

If I had done something… I could have…

“There’s nothing you could have done, brother.” And the time continuum stopped for a moment, as Azrael’s voice became clear to the earshot.

He felt the Archangel’s presence from the spiritual world. The Principality materialized this time in the physical realm.

“Azrael. How’s… how’s Abel?” He turned around, and in the vacuum of time, Azrael, the Archangel of the Principalities appeared as a ray of light descending from the skies.

The other angels should not have any contact to the humans as of the moment. It was a strict command delivered by the Archangel of the Ophans himself, Gabriel.

“Shocked, but at peace.” She transformed in a whirlwind, and a beautiful white-skinned feminine body, with a jet-black long, curly hair and an appearance of a twenty-year old female, armed with a black armor and white longbow, and a beauty sufficed and can compare to Eve’s.

Her feet touched the ground as she gently landed, as she tucked in her jet-black pair of wings at her back and approached her brother, Michael and Adam who was frozen in time.

“How are the two holding up?” For the third time, Michael shrugged off that he did not see the usual glee of Azrael. They’re both grieving with the family, but Michael cannot contain himself.

He deeply inhaled and sighed upon her question.

“I don’t know, I never lost a son, but I know how it feels to lose someone.” This statement came in as a shock for Azrael, as she only knew half the truth about the Rebellion massacre.

She only remembered Michael killing off the rebels in a fit of rage, but she was unaware of Eon, and the new will that was created.

“Ooooookay…” She crossed her eyebrows trying to assess the situation.

She’s trying to calculate what Michael’s words were, but thinking about it, she was really puzzled by what Michael was said.

Lost someone, in a sense that their entire being was destroyed, no spirit, no soul, no body, angels that were killed by another angels in their spiritual form can never return to their existence.

And ultimately, fallen, or the demons exorcised or purified by angels or spiritual beings, can never return to existence.

Unlike humans that were made with a soul, a spirit, and a body, spiritual beings destroyed can never return to existence.

“We can still talk to Abel, but I have already told them that once their physical body dies, the only way to reunite is to have their own physical body dead.” Michael chose the wrong words, this acclimated Azrael’s irritation further.

“What? Did you just tell them to die to be with their son?” Azrael burst in anger, she never expected Michael to be as foolish as he was now.

Those were the wrong words indeed.

“No… I-“ Hmpppph… he took a deep breath and sighed. “I wanted them to know that there’s still a way to reunite, when their time comes.” He continued.

“Reunite?” Azrael laid down white tulips at the newly buried grave of Abel.

“I-… I wished I had a way to reunite with our brothers and sisters.” Michael hesitated in answering the curiosity of Azrael, but nevertheless, he wanted her to know what he feels right now, he was swelling up, filled to the brim, of every little evil thing that had been bothering him since he left for Earth.

He just wanted someone to understand.

“Reunite?” But he clearly now see that that’s not going to happen with Azrael as of the moment.

His last answer made Azrael more agitated than before when she calm down.

“Are you hearing yourself? You’re the one who banished them into nothingness with the Flaming Sword! We… were able to retrieve bits and pieces of their soul, but they’re beyond saving. YOU! DID! THIS!” Azrael sprang up to her feet and unleashed the wrath she’s been welling up as well.

Pointing her finger at Michael’s armor, pushing him, bit-by-bit, backwards, like taunting him.

Hmmmmmppph, she sighed in disbelief.

She rolled her eyes, and in a whirlwind, transformed back to a ray of light, and disappeared from Earth, the time continuum went back to normal and the physical realm frozen in time, hassled and bustled with life again.

Michael only can look down in desperation.

No one knows what he was going through. Raguel, and Samael were the only ones who knew of Eon, and it appeared to the others that Michael was the one who massacred the rebels at the Great Rebellion stage.

“Flowers?” Adam looked up at Michael as he saw the tulips that Azrael laid down.

“It’s from my sister, the Angel of Death.” Michael wanted to comfort Adam by telling him that the angel of death visited Abel’s grave.

At least he knew that another angel visited his child.

“Is she the one who delivered Abel to Paradise?” Adam gently touched the soft, white petals of the tulips, and gazed so warmly at Abel’s grave.

“Yes.” That simple response from Michael took a load off of Adam’s heart. He knew that someone took care of Abel’s lost soul to be reunited with the Light.

“Do you have any plan of what you’re going to do from now?” Michael stared intently at Adam. The father can only look at his son’s grave.

An awkward silence ensued for a long time.

“I’m planning on resting for a while.” Adam sadly answered Michael’s inquiries.

“Resting?” The angel wanted to clarify what Adam said further.

“I’m planning on spending a long time with my wife, just Eve and I.” Adam sprang up from kneeling down the ground and patted Michael’s back and went on his way.

“Then, what happened?” Johnny wept as Arthur turned the pages of the Bible. He patted his brother’s head as he held back his tears.

Frustrated as he was powerless back then and he is powerless now even if he is now living as a human.

“He prayed for both Adam and Eve to find peace as well.” Arthur gently closed the big book and laid his body down to rest.

He closed his eyes for a bit just to open them to Johnny’s puppy eyes.

“What?”

“I wanna hear more.”

“I’m tired, can we agree on eating first and resting before reading more?”

Johnny hugged the book and grabbed it with his tiny hands and brought them up to Matthew who was at the dining room at the moment.

Arthur smiled gladly as his brother shows a keen interest in his history, including in the written book of the humans.

“Come ooooooooonnnn…” Arthur hears Johnny’s dragging voice circling around the dining room as Matthew prepares the table for dinner.

“We will eat first, mkay?”

“No, we will eat once Mom and Dad are home, okay?” Johnny’s being a bit difficult right now, appearing a bit more childish, but that’s what Matthew wants, for them to be a bit childish.

The two really had no child-like attitude or characteristics after they turned three, from genius children reading at the age of four, and even solving crimes at the early age of six, Matthew wished they would be more child-like, especially Johnny, who was a real human.

He doesn’t want Johnny’s childhood robbed due to their intelligence.

“It’s inevitable, and we’re going to eat now.” Arthur jumped off of the bed and tread to the dining room with the two.

Though Michael can hear people’s malicious thoughts, he can also hear their wishful thinkings.

Arthur pulled the chair and grabbed Johnny’s hand to have him seated, and on Johnny’s right side, he pulled out the chair and he seated himself.

Matthew took a deep breathe, and sighed and seated himself at the center of the table, and together, they prayed and thanked God for the food on the table.

I don’t need anyone else if they don’t need me, but I will do my best for those people who love me, and need me. Thank you-