the angel (3/3) (Patreon)

NOT the ending i fully planned but im on to new ideas and my religious father is in my space far to much to be writing about the devil at the end... so might be more at a far later date or not small doodle below... enjoy! 

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It was only minutes since the events of what I could only assume to be the rapture. The words of the angel left in stale stagnant air as she vanished to who knows were. The remains of people that were once alive but mere minutes ago now were charred, twisted and still all around us. 

My mother among them her face a blissful smile with dried tears trailing down empty eye sockets.   

I sat there still unable to move unable to think, a statue in my own right. The preacher who also remained was now thrashing about in a fit of frenzy, objects flew through the air and shattered against the stone walls. He spat profanities at the top of his lounges.   

"Why not me!?, have I not been a faithful servant? Have I not carried your will to all those you brought to your side today!"   

As he continued on I felt the air begin to chill and swore the shadows all around us grew darker. In that moment the preacher froze as a deepened voice bore directly into our minds. It felt violating yet natural. Like maggots borrowing into rotten flesh. As the mysterious voice spoke the corpses of the congregation began to shift slightly in the far corners of my sight and if you stared long enough their jaws vaguely mimicked the movements of someone talking or did i fool myself into thinking that?   

Still the voice came borrowing into our minds.

"Look what he does to his most faithful how he betrays your devout work and how he leaves the young and lost scrambling in the dark."