Jisedai by Daniel P. Riley

Author:Daniel P. Riley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Adventure, Superversive, Science Fiction
Publisher: Whimsyland
Published: 2022-03-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

“Gabriel!” The voice snatched him from drowsy rest hours later. It startled Hana too, who jumped up off her bench so fast that she dropped Heaven who squealed indignantly at her. Gabriel jerked upward from his spot on the floor near the boarded-up hole in the wall, his chosen sentry point.

The two had dozed off after hours of practice. He thrust a hand toward Hana, beckoning her then turned to carefully and quietly pry the boards loose. When Hana picked up the guinea pig and reached his side, her eyes wide with fear; he whispered to her.

“I’m going to greet my brothers. When we’re talking, I want you to sneak out and go find Mister Hasegawa next door. Stay with him unless I call out to run. Then run.”

Hana’s frightened eyes locked on him, a flickering flame of defiance at leaving him behind was obvious in her gaze. Yet the girl only nodded. She huddled there by the boards; furry critter gathered in her arms again. Always on the run. Gabriel wished he could give her a peaceful life, taking up his White Hare sword and rising to walk toward the front, double doors.

Michael, Uriel, and Barachiel stood on the sidewalk facing the front of the old church. Their sleek, black, utility vehicle parked behind them with the motor still running and the headlights brightly illuminating down the street. Michael turned slowly; his face was expressionless as he nodded to Barachiel. Both men wore full suits, tailored armor in the same fashion as Gabriel.

Barachiel’s attire was more flamboyant than Michael’s suit, with gold cufflinks fastening cuffs embroidered in swirling designs that matched the collar of his shirt underneath the suit jacket. Michael only wore plain white.

Uriel was different, he dressed in cultural fashion. Designer jeans, big, brown boots with flames etched into their quarter and a tank top that more showed off his powerful physique than protected his body. Over this, he wore a hooded jacket that bore a stylized picture of an Angel in full white regalia and broad, white-gold wings smiting a red, horned devil.

Barachiel the Charmer stepped forward, leaving Uriel to grimace with impatience behind him. “Seventh Brother! Give us the girl, please. The game has been exciting for Second Brother and I, but Fifth Brother is angry. He was disappointed that you weren’t waiting for him at the temple! It’s time to come home now!” A patronizing tone, playfully speaking from lips that couldn’t help but show amusement.

Uriel, on the other hand, turned around and threw open the vehicle door behind them. He drew out his great axe, a single curved blade as big as two men’s heads with five rings embedded into the back that led down to a slightly bent handle which ended in a deadly sharp point. Uriel propped the axe on his shoulder, even though the rings were sharpened too and could cut as easily as the business end.

“Now!” He bellowed.

The three men waited, two with patience and one without, until the groan of the wooden double doors drew their eyes.

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