Because why not make Mondays even more evil? >8D
Gabriel stood in the center of the living room. His gaze swept over the tidy room. Newspapers and magazines were stacked neatly on the coffee table and there were coasters readily available for drinks. A knitted blanket was draped on the back of the couch. Family photos and paintings adorned the walls. The curtains were open to allow light to fill the room. It was easy to recall childhood memories, the echoes of laughter ringing in his ears. So much happiness and joy, but now there was only one emotion.
Gabriel trembled from the force of it. “Why do I have to go?”
His mother, a cheerful woman who always had encouraging words for her little angel––an annoying nickname that continued long after Gabriel had stopped being little––was silent. She stared at her hands, folded as neatly as the newspapers.
“Gabe…” His father gripped his shoulder. “You and your friends have been given a gift from the Lord, chosen to walk His path.”
Gabriel slapped the hand away. “You’re going to let your sixteen-year-old son wander on his own and search for fallen angels because God told us to?”
His father hung his head. “It is God’s will. I cannot fight that.”
Gabriel ground his teeth. “What about my will? My choice?”
Neither of his parents answered nor looked at him. He stormed out of the house, slamming the door. Faces peeked out from behind curtains as he stalked down the sidewalk, nosey neighbors catching a glimpse of God’s chosen. The awe-struck stares made him want to scream.
What if it were your kid? Would you still be amazed by God’s decision?
At the school playground, he slumped into a swing. It wasn’t fair! His life was over before it had fully begun. In fourteen days he would get his driver’s permit and be able to drive his mom’s minivan. Not the coolest vehicle, but it did have its appeal. Namely a large area to fool around in with Jean Miller, and, maybe, finally lose his virginity.
A creak on the swing next to him drew his attention. One of his best friends, Michael, watched him with a calm expression. “Everyone is upset.”
Gabriel snorted. “Fucked up way of showing it.”
“Don’t lecture me about swearing,” Gabriel interrupted. “I have every right to swear right now.”
“I wasn’t going to scold you.”
“But I do wish you’d stop being so angry.”
“And why shouldn’t we be mad? We’re just supposed to give up our lives and leave? Zade doesn’t want to go either. He says this is bullshit too.”
Michael rose to face Gabriel––he hadn’t realized he had jumped to his feet––placing his hands on Gabriel’s shoulders. A rush of warmth flowed like a river, sending ripples of emotion through him. Sorrow. Anger. Fear. Tears filled Gabriel’s eyes. He let them fall, slumping against his friend.
“Mike, I’m scared.”
Michael hugged him. “We all are.”
To stop Uriel from freeing Lucifer, Gabriel and his brothers must fall and go to Hell. It is a sacrifice Gabriel is not entirely ready to make. Will he fight alongside his brothers or forge his own path? There is only one choice.
Alexander doesn’t want to help Uriel nor does he trust him, but the angel has promised him a better life. He swore to protect Charlie, and he’ll do whatever it takes. When he meets the archangels and learns the depth of Uriel’s lies, he understands the true meaning of sacrifice. If there’s any hope of stopping Lucifer from being freed, Alexander, Charlie, Zephyr and Lake will have to get to Hell and help Gabriel and his brothers in the fight against Uriel.
The path is finally ending, but the price may be too high.
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