Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 404: The Death Of An Angel

Chapter 404: The Death Of An Angel

The Death Of An Angel

"I have a question for you," said Tank softly, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as we watched Bishop walk away.

"Shoot," I replied, wondering if Bishop had the ability to see through with his plan. It was one thing to do it as an angel, but it was a completely different thing to do it as a man. As a man, the dude was prone to death just like the rest of us.

I wondered if he remembered that.

"What were you and that woman talking about?" asked Tank after a moment. "I was too far away to be able to hear the conversation."

I looked up at the hound as he practically wrapped his body around mine. It was almost like he didn’t want to take the chance of anything happening to me.

"I offered her four paths," I shrugged. The second Bishop had disappeared, I turned around and started to walk down the road toward the sanctuary.

"What were they?" murmured Tank, following my lead without actually letting go of me.

"The first was for everything to go on as normal. Nothing would change, but the jungle wouldn’t touch them."

Tank nodded his head as he stared forward.

"The second was that she could make a wish, any wish, and I wouldn’t charge for it." That one I couldn’t help but smile over. I hadn’t told her it was a free wish, but I have to say, she made me really happy when she didn’t go with that option.

"The third was that I turn her into a full demon. She would have complete control of the jungle, and all the powers of a wrath. Her children would be demons, too. But their transition would be much slower than hers."

"Thus, the sunflower," smiled Tank.

"Thus, the sunflower. That’s the option she chose, and I am really happy about it. It’s the one that I wanted for her. Now she’ll be the queen that she was meant to be, and no matter what stands in her path, she’ll be able to overcome it."

"What’s the fourth path?" asked Tank as we came to a stop at the top of a hill. In front of us was the sanctuary, in all its glory.

Taking in a deep breath, I let it out slowly as I started forward. "The fourth was death. I would grant her a quick, painless death for her and her children."

"Most wouldn’t see that as a good thing," chuckled Tank as he continued to follow me down the path in front of us.

"Most wouldn’t understand the sheer exhaustion she was under. Not only did she need to ensure her own survival, but she also had to little humans with her that depended on her for everything. Sometimes, death is an escape... a pillow when you are exhausted."

"Did you ever consider it?" asked Tank, his voice whisper soft. However, I was still able to hear him.

"Consider? A few times," I admitted. "But I was living with constant pain to the point where I really couldn’t even think of causing myself even more pain... even if it was only for a few minutes. Besides, Pride and Greed were there when I was at my lowest. I think I actually miss them in my head. Just don’t tell them that. They’ll never let me live it down."

Coming to a stop in the back of the line, I waited for entrance back into the Sanctuary.

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Bishop walked away from Hattie and Tank with his back straight, hiding the excruciating pain that he was in. He refused to show weakness. He had done that once, with his soul mate, and she handed others the knife.

Instead, he concentrated on his breathing as he measured each step that he took. Not too fast, not too slow. Putting one foot in front of the other until he could no longer feel their eyes.

The second he was out of their sight, he dropped to his knees, biting his fist so that he couldn’t scream.

His pristine white wings burst from his back, relieving some of the pressure he was feeling, but it was barely a dent at the end of the day. Fighting to take back some control, Bishop sucked in a deep and slowly released it.

However, it wasn’t enough.

Biting the inside of his cheek until he could feel a chunk of flesh coming off, Bishop continued to suck in air. Suddenly, it was like a white hot blade was pressed against his back, right where his wings joined his back.

With a decisive movement, Bishop felt first his right wing and then his left dropping to the ground. The lack of their weight, combined with the pain, sent him to the ground.

His blood started to pool around him on the ground, not to mention the stuff in his mouth, threatening to choke him.

But he refused to submit.

He had asked for this. He had wished for it. No longer would he look at humans with pity. Instead, he would forever remember the sacrifice of his wings. They were responsible for his fall from faith. They were responsible for his pain.

Finally, the pain turned into an ache, and Bishop stumbled to his feet. Shaking his head, he strolled forward, never looking behind him once. It wasn’t because of his pride that he refused to look at his wings...

It was simply because he had chosen this path, and his wings were the sacrifice. He wouldn’t regret what he had to become to get his revenge. Instead, he would use his pain and hatred to ensure that he didn’t waver.

After all, he no longer had a soul, so he didn’t have to take his soul mate into consideration.

Holding his head high, Bishop didn’t see the black seed that burrowed into the flesh on his back, nor did he recognize the pain of that seed finding its way to his heart.

It took less than an hour for an angel to become a demon... but Bishop didn’t regret a moment of it.