Angelbound

In my dreams, I return to the Gray Sea. A circle of white fire blazes on the sand by my feet. Mom’s figure rises from within the flames. The walls of our living room build around her.

The fire flares brighter and vanishes. The sand sculpture turns into real life. The living room looks exactly as it does today, only the couch is less threadbare, the carpet’s plusher, and the walls show fewer cracks. Mom piles bolts of black fabric onto the couch, a terrycloth robe wrapped loosely around her. I sigh. She’s already looking like a shabby, house-bound version of her former self. Sadness creeps into my bones. Senator Lewis is gone.

Someone knocks on our front door.

“Just a second.” Mom walks up to the door and swings it open. Xavier stands outside in his gray suit. A muscle twitches along his neck.

Mom waves him inside. “Xavier! Come in. Have a seat.” She moves a bolt of fabric off the couch and steps into the kitchen. “Do you want some ice cream? I don’t have anything as good as the old days, but I found this.” She stands in the kitchen doorway, squinting at a tiny package in her hands. “They’re called ‘Frozen Milk Product Bars.’”

“No, thank you.” Xavier’s eyes stay glued to the floor. Something about him is off, but I can’t put my finger on it.

“You’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Mom steps back into the kitchen. “By the way, my service paperwork was approved. I’m officially a seamstress as of today.”

“I heard. Quasis with a service can’t be terminated. You’re safe now.”

“Thanks to you and your people.” Mom steps back into the living room, pulling her robe tighter around her.

Xavier inhales a ragged breath. “We need to talk, Camilla.” The hollow tone in his voice sets my teeth on edge.

Mom’s face creases in confusion. “Sure, won’t you sit down?” She gestures to the empty spot on the couch.

Xavier shakes head. “You were right all along. About Armageddon, the Oligarchy, everything.” He glances toward Mom, his eyes dim. Could he be sick? I have the overwhelming urge to rush to his side, take his temperature and pat his hand. Poor guy.

Mom’s forehead knits in confusion. “Why bring that up now?”

“I should have backed you up. I want you to know that.”

Mom shrugs. “If you’d agreed with me, it wouldn’t have made any difference. The Senate didn’t believe a word I had to say, just like you predicted. They almost had me impeached.” Her voice cracks when she says that last phrase. “You did what you thought was right, too.”

“No, I didn’t.” Xavier’s left hand balls into a fist and he punches his leg. “I wasn’t thinking about right and wrong. I just felt things. I felt the need to protect you.”

I purse my lips and frown. Hmm. That’s an awful lot of lovey-dovey talk out of Xavier. I turn my attention to Mom, who’s doing way too much blushing and retying her robe. Definitely some attraction there.

Xavier steps closer. “This shouldn’t happen to someone like me.”

Mom looks up from her robe, her head cocked to one side in her ‘confused look.’ She isn’t the only one. I’m stumped as well. What’s all this ‘someone like me’ stuff? He’s a common angel, right?

Mom sets her hand on her throat. “What’re you talking about?”

Blue light flares in Xavier’s eyes. “I’m an archangel.”

I stagger back a few steps, my body reeling from the shock. A freaking archangel? They’re rarer than greater demons, and totally badass.

“An archangel? But there was nothing in your record.”

“That’s why I came to Purgatory. Few know me here. After the first few millennia of celebrity, I’ve chosen a low profile.” He closes his blue eyes. Points of white light sparkle around his shoulders. Great golden wings appear on Xavier’s back.

Mom’s fingertips brush the long gleaming feathers. Her voice is low and breathy. “So beautiful.”

Xavier shivers and opens his eyes. The wings disappear.

“An archangel.” Mom slides her hands into the pockets of her robe. “I didn’t know there were any left.”

I sniff. What Mom doesn’t know about angels and demons is a lot. A greater demon can be born or made. Armageddon became one when he was crowned the King of Hell. But archangels? Limited supply from the beginning of time. They’re so old and powerful, they rarely hang out with mortals at all. Most common angels never meet one. My eyes almost bug out of my head.

I can’t believe Mom worked with an archangel. Cool.

Xavier sets his hand on the living room wall, leaning onto it for support. “There aren’t many of us. I led our armies in the Battle of the Gates, the one that drove demons from Heaven. Armageddon was the general on the opposing side.” A sad look washes across his face. “He was a common demon then.”

I remember Xavier and Armageddon in the Senate committee meeting. That pair hate each other’s guts. I shake my head in disbelief. They fought in the War of the Gates, a thousand years ago. That’s one long grudge.

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