“Our council has convened,” the middle one said. Reen noticed the angel refused to meet his eyes, instead looking slightly upward. “We have capitulated to man’s law, recognizing mankind’s authority to rule themselves as Ashhur has granted.”
“Don’t give me that,” Reen said. “Tell me why you’re at my door this late an hour. Let me hear it in plain speech.”
“Plain speech?” said the first angel. “So be it. Your sentence of murder is no longer stayed. Please step forward, and let us carry out justice.”
From behind him he heard Tracy make the faintest of cries. In truth, he wasn’t taking it much better. His legs felt weak, and it was only because he held the door that his hands were not shaking.
“Why?” he finally asked.
“That’s not why we’re here,” the middle angel said. “Step outside, Reen.”
“You forgave him!” Tracy shouted, her stupor broken. She rushed to Reen’s side, clutching his arm as if to never let him go. “You can’t do this, you can’t. This is what I prayed for all those years. Don’t you see, he’s not the same. He’s not the same!”
Reen saw the determination in the angels’ eyes and knew there would be no salvation for him, not this time. With a firm hand he pushed his wife away, holding her wrists to keep her from striking him. As she cried, he kissed her forehead, then stepped out of his home and into the street.
The commotion had woken many of his neighbors, assuming they’d even been sleeping in the first place. Doors opened, and eyes peered out from windows. None dared ask what was going on. Reen walked forward, into the middle of the three angels. His legs felt like they belonged to someone else. His heart pounded, and he almost laughed as he felt an insane desire for a drink.
“On your knees,” said one of the angels, drawing the sword off his back. Reen obeyed.
“Know that this punishment is for your body alone. Your confession was true, and your forgiveness remains. If your heart has remained pure, you will be welcomed into Ashhur’s arms, and all the heavens will sing in joy at your arrival.”
Reen nearly laughed at the absurdity as he felt the sharp edge of the sword touch his neck.
“Reen!” Tracy screamed behind him.
He shifted so he could look at her one last time. He remembered when he came home two years ago, suddenly given new life by the angels and left with only a single command: to go and live a life without sin. At his wife’s feet he’d collapsed and told her everything. Before he felt it leave him, before he felt his old habits return with a vengeance, he’d told her his desire to change. He’d told her he couldn’t live with that guilt anymore, couldn’t stand her pained looks, her forced silence, and the quiet prayers she offered up in his name when she thought him asleep. Despite his tears, despite how miserable a being he felt, when Reen had looked up at his wife he’d never seen her gaze back at him with such joy, such love.
Now he saw terror. Now he saw betrayal.
Reen glanced up at his executioners, and he spoke with a voice stronger than he thought himself capable of. Not only the angels would hear, but his wife and his neighbors gathering to watch in subdued silence as well.
“Ashhur will welcome me,” he said. “My soul’s been bought. But will he welcome you?”
There was fear in the angel’s eyes as he lifted the blade, and there was anger.
These weren’t the eyes he’d seen when he’d hunched over Charles’s body. They were something else. He lowered his head, clenched his fists.
“Do it,” he said. “Do it, you damn cowards, do it!”
The last thing he heard was the whistling of the blade slicing through the air.
Harruq stood atop the highest balcony of the castle, watching the shadows of angels fly over the city. To the people sleeping below, he was their ruler, their king in Antonil’s absence. But to the men with wings flying above? Nothing. He was nothing, and never before had he felt so powerless. An hour ago he’d used a scepter, the only one that had shone the entire night. He wondered how freely that blue-white light would glow anymore. That his request had gone unanswered failed to surprise him. It only deepened his sadness.
The sound of wings reached his ears, and he glanced upward. It seemed his request hadn’t been ignored after all. Harruq said nothing as Ahaesarus landed beside him on the balcony. The leader of the angels kept quiet, joining the half-orc in leaning against the railing that overlooked the city. For a long moment the silence stretched between them as Harruq tried to think of what to say.
“How many?” he asked at last. “How many in Mordeina alone?”
Ahaesarus’s face remained still as a stone, and his eyes refused to look Harruq’s way.
“Just shy of two hundred.”
Two hundred. Two hundred men executed in the dark of night. Harruq felt his lower jaw tremble.
“Why didn’t you stop this?” he asked. “You’re their leader. If you gave the order, they’d have listened.”
“Not all,” Ahaesarus said quietly. “The matter was put to a council, and two-thirds voted in agreement. The priests assure me there is no sin in what we do. Mankind was meant to follow the law, and the death of murderers has long been acceptable justice.”
“Acceptable?” Harruq shook his head. “You’re kidding me, right? You want to call this…this…
He pointed to the city, jamming his finger into the air.
“You think
“Do you think I don’t know that?” Ahaesarus snapped. He smashed a fist against the railing, leaving a massive crack in the stone. “But what am I to do, Harruq? We are men, different yes, but as fallible as you. We’ve been left to govern ourselves. We must find a way to live among mankind, to co-exist so that Ashhur’s love may be known to all. Your people wanted this. My angels wanted this. The scribes wrote the letters of law, the priests confirmed their righteousness, and all I’m left with is a hole in my stomach as I watch good men die.”
Harruq was stunned by the outburst. He fell silent, trying to think over his words. He’d always viewed Ahaesarus as the unquestioned ruler of the angels, but now he wasn’t so sure. In times of war, he’d been their leader, the one to decide all final tactics. Was he like so many others, left to find a new purpose now that the enemies were gone? If Ahaesarus was struggling, then surely every other angel struggled just the same.
“It wasn’t supposed to be this way,” Ahaesarus said, his voice growing soft, wistful. “Many of us watched over mankind when their race was first molded by the gods’ hands. We protected them, healed them so they might flourish. We were their wardens, trusted, respected. The land was so peaceful then, so free of strife. That was before the brother gods warred. Before that innocence was lost forever.”
The angel looked to Avlimar.
“The finest memory I have now is of us returning here. When you knelt on that battlefield, the entire heavens watched, Harruq. Even in eternity, the land rumbled from the impact of your faith. Celestia saw it, too, saw a chance to save this world from the desolation the war god would leave it in. The sky split before us, and suddenly I found myself with a chance to be a warden for mankind once more. We slew the demons, cast them down with so righteous a fury I can still feel the power coursing through me. What better way could we protect mankind? How clearer might we fight the darkness than by giving our newly granted lives to save those we loved? And when Thulos was defeated, when the war ended and peace took its place, I thought things might return to that long lost paradise. We would be wardens again, and we would bring Ashhur’s love to a land that had been aching without it for centuries.”
“You want to return us to paradise?” Harruq asked. “Tell me, how many men did you kill in paradise?”
Ahaesarus shook his head.
“It’s not that easy, Harruq. Do you know how many men committed murder during those ninety years? Not a one. It seems paradise is lost to both of us, and I don’t know what it is we create in its place.”
The shadowed angels scattered, and Harruq saw more and more flying out from the city, including a large group traveling south.
“My brother,” Harruq began.
“I know,” Ahaesarus said. “Trust me. I know.”
“I’m glad you know,” Harruq said, forcing his temper down. For once, he had to think. For once, he had to be
