The Death Angel Falls in Love - Zachi Evenor

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She was the prettiest angel in heaven. Her face are full with glory, majesty and light, her eyes express kindness and wisdom, her skin is pale and soft, her delicate hands are crowned with pure silver watch, and her shape is well-built and graceful. Her curly red-ginger hair bounced cheerfully upon her white shoulders when she hopped happily in the meadows of paradise. She danced in the beautiful forests of heaven, feeding the fawns, the butterflies hover around her and the birds singing to her, to please her time. When she saw an injured animal, she immediately rushed to take care of it. When she saw a sad person, she came to comfort him. Around her the flowers bloomed more than ever, flourishing in variety of colors to honor her. All the angels in heaven, the tall and the shaped, the good looking and the golden haired gathered around her and liked being in her companion. She laughed with them and spent her time with them in happiness and joy.

One day, while the Angel-Lady was dancing in the forest, in her beautiful white dress, a special and unique angel saw her. His hair wasn't golden, in fact, he had no hair. He didn't live in heaven, but had his own house. He carried the hardest duty that God could order upon an angel. His role was to take the soul of the dying living-creatures and brining them into heavenly judgment when there was decided if they will be sent to heaven or hell. He was the reaper of all souls, he was the Death Angel. He was dressed in a blackest cowl and was wrapped in a black cape. Around his waist he tied a hanging rope that served as a belt. In his boney hand he wielded a scythe, which its blade was sharper than the brightest of thoughts. After countless years of solitude the Death Angel developed an emotional relationship with his scythe. The scythe was a trusty tool. Not the first choice of a warrior, but after countless years of utility the Death Angel mastered the scythe for any purpose: harvest, reaping, stabbing, cutting, slashing, blocking and intimidating – which could spare most of these action if it was done properly. The Death Angel's scythe turned out to be rather useful tool, when he stood in the front of the heavenly hosts of Seraphim to vanquish the demonian minions headed by Satan. The Death Angel fought heroically and as gratitude God gave him his house, a Gothic house, beyond eternity, outside of time. Since then the Death Angel never left his scythe. In that day the Death Angel escorted a righteous man to heaven, as a tribute for his piety. On his way back he saw the Angel-Lady. He fell in love with her on a first sight.

New Year Eve has arrived and God invited all of His angels to his hall to a special banquet in which every angel will summarize its year and doing, and will convey blessing to the New Year. The Angel-Lady was, of course, invited, and yes, even the Death Angel was invited. Unlike the angels, who loathed the Death Angel, God didn't hate him. All the angels entered God's hall and took their seat around the tables. The Death Angel tried to sit near one of the angels but he drove him away. The Death Angel rose and then sat near another angel. "This seat is already taken", said the angel. Then the Death Angel rose again and tried to sit near another blue-eyed angel. "I don't want a skeleton near me! Away, you freak!" said the angel and put his hand on the empty chair. The Death Angel lowered his gaze and walked slowly and sadly towards the exit. Suddenly a sublime heavenly voice was heard, high as flute and pure as crystal. "There is a place near me." The Death Angel raised his skull. It was the Angel-Lady. Not only the prettiest of all, but now he realized she was the best and kindest of all. Wielding his scythe in his right hand, he walked toward the table where the Angel-Lady sat. He passed through a table with a vas with a bouquet of flowers; he grabbed the flowers and kept walking toward the Angel-Lady. She turned at him and he smiled at her, with scythe in his right hand and flowers in his left. A smiling skull is a terrifying sight, but when he gave her the flowers, her serenity came back and she smiled back at him. "Please sit" she said gracefully.

During the banquet they talked about many things. He discovered that the Angel-Lady was responsible to the happiness and hope in the world, and further more, she often descended to Earth, to cheer sad people, comfort the depressed and encourage the desperate. She told him on the serenity of the evergreen forests, on the clear water of the blue lake and the splendor of primal lands during sunrise. He told her about his valor in the war against evil because he wanted to impress her.

When the time came for each to report on his doing and send his wishes, he stood and said:
"The year was successful, as usual. I've done my duty properly, according to the book and to satisfaction of our Father and King, I hope. Every one who appeared on my list was brought to judgment, none was spared. There, I am sure, each got what they deserve. I am all hope that during the next year order will remain and the humans shall conduct to the satisfaction of the Lord of Hosts."

After him was the Angel-Lady's turn and she gave a poetic speech:
"With great pleasure I report that the world is happy, some are more, and some are less. Children still play in the gardens, and their laughter chimes like bells, and the grandpa smiles when he sees his kinder, and the teacher is pleased to his disciple advances. Unfortunately, there are still bubbles of sadness and despair, but not all the circumstances are up to me. The world has become darker, colder and vicious place, the sun is giving less light and famine sweeps across the land. The negligence of some angels brought this ill bad thing upon the world and I ask then to try better next year to amend and improve. Despite all of this, humanity has not lose hope, and that is what important. I wish everybody a lot of happiness and hope and lot of good things, all I wish to myself – such good things – I wish to you too. Happy and sweat New Year, everybody! With love…"

The entire hall rose and applauded the Angel-Lady. The clapping of the Death Angel were the strongest, since he loved her the most and also since the tapping of one bone onto each other created loud noise.
"You are so wise and good-hearted" said to her the Death Angel. "And beautiful" he added.
"Please stop…" she replied him embarrass.

The banquet was over and the Death Angel and the Angel-Lady said goodbye and farewell to each other.
"Will we meet again?" he asked.
"I don't know" she answered.
In the hands of the Angel-Lady held the flowers that the Death Angel brought her in the beginning of the evening. She was so beautiful; her Halo shinned so brightly, second only to God Himself. The love of the Death Angel to the Angel-Lady overcame all logics and all common sense, and he lent to giver her a good night kiss. The sight of the coming skull toward her lips scared the Angel-Lady mortal fear. She screamed in horror and dropped the flowers. She pushed his skull with her left hand and pulled back. She held her dress and ran away. The Death Angel picked up the flowers with his left hand. With his right hand he held the middle of the scythe's shaft, which was parallel to the ground, slightly leaning. The Death Angel again lowered his skull.
There he stood, his skull lowered, his burning eyes faded griefly, and his hands hanging to the side of his body. In one hand – the scythe, in the other hand – the flowers that started wither in his boney palm. The Death Angel then started mumbling to himself: "I am the Death Angel. I am the Death Angel. I am the Death Angel…"


The End

The author would like to dedicate this story to Hila RDT.
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