His robes were stained red with blood as he embraced the corpse on the floor in front of him. He brought the ice cold body closer to his own as the last essence of life left the angel’s forever sleeping face. He wept; burying his face in the crook of the corpse’s neck. He heard marching footsteps outside the door and paid no heed when it was forced open. Angels swarmed in and surrounded them; a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders, prying him away from the body with much effort. He let them take him away, knowing that there was no use in struggling. As the angels pulled him further from the room, he caught a glimpse of a familiar face within the crowd. He was a tall, pale man with black hair that was well groomed and framed his face with long, layered bangs, with the back kept short, resting along his neckline. What was most intriguing were his piercing grey eyes that (if looked directly at) you couldn’t look away. His name was Lucius: one of God’s top angels and his best friend.
“Celes… Why?” Lucius asked, his voice barely audible but loud enough for Celes to hear.
Celes couldn’t bear to look at Lucius; the look on his face was contorted with disgust and betrayal. The view of his friend was soon blocked by other angels moving in front of him to see what was going on. Celes hung his head low, his long, curly silver-blue hair covering his face not wanting anyone to see him and the state he was in. What seemed like an eternity were only a few minutes before Celes was brought to a room and locked in a cell.
“I don’t understand.” Celes started. “What’s happening?”
“I was hoping,” said a voice, “you could tell us.”
Celes turned his head to see Lucius standing before him outside of the cell. Celes had been leaning against the wall, clawing at it with his fingers out of shock, anger and remorse until they began to bleed.
“I know as much as you do!” Celes exclaimed. “I found him there, gasping – trying his best to hold onto whatever life was left in him! I did nothing!”
“You know I can’t prove that, Celes.”
Celes clenched his fist, trying to hold back the tears.
“I’m sorry, Celes. I know not what happened. I thought I knew you.”
“You do know me! I’m your best friend, Lucius! You know I would never… I would never…”
Lucius shook his head and turned his body, ready to leave the dungeon. “I’ve been wronged. Over thousands of years of friendship and trust! I thought I knew you.” He left and made his way across the room. He stopped mid-way, and without a second glance at Celes, he said, “Tomorrow morning you will be brought before the Gates of Judgment. There you will receive the judgment of God and his Council. I’m sorry Celes.” He continued walking and once he was out of earshot he said, “And yet… I’m not…”
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