Exorcism

The North Atlantic Treaty Organisation headquarters was brimming with hot arguments and debates, following the attack on Sweden.

The presidents of the alliance had gathered on one accord. That was to eradicate any further disturbances that emanated from unknown sources.

Their information bases had reviewed a massive spur of energy in the country of Bhutan and gathered a specialized unit for the confrontation.

All five major countries agreed to the expedition, supplying the best men under their wing for such a stacked mission.

" Let us stay strong in this war of abnormalities. We will do everything in our power to exterminate the current anomaly.", the president of the United States spoke out in pride.

Every participating national head nodded in agreement with the call for justice and preservation.

Their senses burned from the constant thought of failure, but ignorance had already been seeded deep within them.

They schemed endlessly as fear knawed slowly at them, hiding within their strong sense of confidence and vile corruption.

A live feed had been broadcast within the meeting room to the esteemed sitting. They had their comms ready for any feedback on termination or capture with a sharp focus.

Camael had been sitting in the hall of the mansion, as he watched the news headlines. The footage of the Swedish attack stunned him, bringing about a sense of nostalgia.

He caressed through the comfy sofa in search of the remote, but his senses hadn't adapted to his new environment.

"I see you have grown quite comfortable with my home now", Naima hinted as she placed a plate of scrambled eggs with sausages on Camael's lap.

Camel turned in frustration and pointed at the ongoing news footage. Naima tried to get a hint on what he meant, but her efforts were futile.

"You know I don't do sign language. Also, what are you so concerned about bon political matters.", Naima asked in an attempt to create a conversation.

She placed a sausage into her mouth and munched effortlessly. Savoring every bit of the delicate snap, Naima pushed her body closer to Camael on the sofa.

"Getting you into the bath would hasten things a bit, don't you think?", Naima bit her lip as she pulled the collar of her blouse.

Camael was indifferent to the various efforts of Naima. He knew nothing about romantic approaches, hence his demeanor was like that of a child.

Being obsolete towards emotions had its perks as an angel, but not when dealing with humans. Humans tend to generate emotional tension between objects of their attraction.

They are swayed by the excessive hormones situated within their bloodstream and make decisions either out of lust or greed.

As faint-hearted as the seven deadly sins were, Naima had overseen a growing sense of desperation within her.

Her mind fluttered at the mere thought of Camael, and her breath hastened whenever his voice pierced through her attentive ears.

Greed and lust had found their bedding within the heart of Naima, urging her to take advances even if it wouldn't succeed.

She approached him with force this time, holding his hand tightly and placing it on her cheeks. It seemed things were turning out great for her, as Camael was confused about her actions.

Pulling his hand further down her body, Camael felt a new emotion he never experienced. As it was thought to the angels, emotions were chains of restriction.

So he quickly released his hand from her grasp and placed his thoughts on the news broadcast once again. However, lust was too powerful to fall on just a single attempt.

Naima unhinged her blouse after seeing the failure of her initial progress and dropped it in an attempt to grasp his sight sexually.

As high as his rank within the obscure Realm they termed heaven was, Camael was faced with an earthly sin. His sight was moments away from being drenched in the greed of mortals.

Smash!!!!

The surrounding windows burst into broken pieces of glass, as armed men clad in black walked through them. They released a smoke grenade to obscure the vision of the suspect.

Camael had reacted swiftly to the advances of the specialized unit. The footage was still broadcast within the headquarters of Nato.

Naima found herself covered by the body of Camael. Her feeling of lust had turned into panic, and her thoughts reminded her to let out a scream.

As strong as women are, their innate natures are fixed with a screaming reflex for help whenever something bad happens. This was the same situation Naima had found herself in.

She couldn't escape her nature and sought to scream, but the palm of Camael prevented that from happening on time.

"Shhh, don't make a sound", Camael whispered to Naima.

Camael pushed Naima towards the nearby table and requested her to bury herself in safety under it.

As a girl with wealth not of her own, she had not seen the harsh realities of the world before. Not even once had such a tragedy fallen on her.

Her mind was only filled with the idea of escaping. She yearned for freedom more than the inmates in prison and prayed to the gods of more than 5 religions for help.

Looking around, Camael reached in for his weapons of battle from his wings, but there was nothing as such.

His memories were drawn back to him, reminding him of events that happened in his fall. He was troubled by his current situation and sought a remedy relentlessly.

Of course, Nova might be a choice if you presume. However, angels cannot use nova. They were never children to begin with, so trusting nature would be an impossible feat for an angel.

Nevertheless, the other divisions of the primal energy were possible to be used. Yet he felt nothing of that sort, as there were no origins of mana within the atmosphere.

His mind shot up an idea on ki, but ki was something new to the current natural habitat of humans. Their bodies had not developed the structure for ki, hence availability of ki was not an option.

The only thing he had in his arsenal was pure talent and skill. The brandished moves he had picked up ever since he was created from fire.

Hence, Camael stood at the center of the armed men. He focused his instincts on the trigger of their finger and their contradictory movements.

The room lay silent as the laser lights focused on the chest of Camael. Each soldier had a clear vision and awaited orders to fire.

Camael breathed calmly, with his focus as sharp as a two-edged sword. He closed his eyes in his last attempt at survival and relied on his muscle memory. The silent vibe of the situation filled the room, stunning everyone with focus.

"Fire!!"