Archangels

I froze, my mind racing with the realization that I might have unknowingly summoned two archangels. "Wait a second," I thought to myself, "I asked for an angel before this all happened. Were they the answer to my prayer? Did I just summon Archangel Gabriel and Uriel, the divine judge?" I was speechless, my gun hovering in mid-air as I began to lower it.

Chris gave me a skeptical look, his voice laced with concern. "Dude, what are you doing? You're destroying my morale. If they're here to kill us, we can't just die without a fight." I reached out and grabbed Chris' gun, lowering it as well. "Both you and I know we can't beat these two god-like beings. They would have slain us by now if that was their mission."

Chris turned to the archangels, his fearlessness momentarily taking over. "So, what's your mission, Shady Uriel?" I quickly pulled Chris by the ear and whispered loudly, "Chris, I think those are very real and powerful angels. I suspect they are Archangels Gabriel and Uriel." Chris' eyes widened in awe, and he asked, "Are we supposed to bow right now?"

Just as we murmured to ourselves about how to act before archangels, Gabriel let out a hearty laughter. We turned to see him standing alone before us, Uriel nowhere in sight. We felt his presence behind us, and our hearts sank as we realized our guns were gone. We turned to find Uriel calmly holding them, a hint of a smile on his face. He tossed them away, saying, "You are one smart and observant man, Daniel. I never expected you to know who you were dealing with until I was done beating the fear of God into you two."

Uriel turned to Chris, his grin growing wider. "You should be both scared and proud to be ranked first on the Underworld's most wanted list." Chris' jaw dropped as he pointed at himself, seeking confirmation. "Please, were you talking about me?" Uriel walked back to Gabriel's side, leaving Chris' question unanswered.

Gabriel spoke, his voice firm but reassuring. "Listen, Daniel, Chris almost killed Samson today, so he's on his kill list. I know you're confused right now, but trusting us is the only way out of this." Just as they began to sound more humane and convincing, Uriel began executing Herodias' men with swift headshots. I was left with no choice but to trust them, but my mind raced with questions. Where was Salome, Herodias' daughter, the one person I would gladly hand over to Uriel for execution? She was nowhere to be found, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that this was far from over.

"Daniel, I'm Archangel Gabriel, and this is my brother, Archangel Uriel, the divine judge," Gabriel said, his voice firm and authoritative. "We've been sent to find your father, Samson. We need your help to reach him."

I was taken aback, unsure why powerful beings like them would need me to get to my dad. "Why do you need me? What could I possibly do to help you?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

Uriel cut in, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. "Don't you have any idea what your dad is capable of, Daniel?" he asked, his voice low and mysterious.

Gabriel shot him a warning glance. "Uriel, say no more."

But I wouldn't let it drop. "Tell me who he is, please. I need to know the truth." I pressed, my determination evident in my voice.

Gabriel took a deep breath, his expression grave. "Daniel, meet us on the roof. Take the time you need to think deeply about what you want to know. This kind of revelation might crush your soul." With that, he vanished, likely appearing on the roof floor.

I was left standing there, deep in thought, replaying Gabriel's warning in my mind. Uriel's voice broke into my thoughts, his tone surprisingly gentle. "Dan, it's okay to be scared. You can't always solve every mystery. Just let it go."

But I couldn't let it go. I needed to know the truth about my dad, no matter how devastating it might be.

Uriel's words ignited a blazing fury within me, and I activated my flow state. I dashed up the stairs with superhuman speed, my adrenaline fueling my movements. I leaped onto the next row of stairs, my agility and quick reflexes allowing me to bound up the flights with ease. At times, I was like a monkey, swinging on the steel bars of the building; other times, I was a grasshopper, leaping over massive flights of stairs. I even became a cat, almost slipping and falling, but digging my hands into the concrete walls to continue my climb.

As I propelled myself towards the roof, I smashed through the glass windows with a fierce determination. The thought echoed in my mind: if Samson, some kind of Devil, was my dad, then I was the son of the Devil. The only questions were how and why my late, lovely, kindhearted mom would choose to bear the son of the Devil.

I landed perfectly in front of Gabriel, who looked slightly surprised by my sudden arrival. I knew only he could provide the answers I sought. With a fierce gaze, I demanded, "Tell me, Gabriel. What secrets do you hold about my father and my past?"