A fallen angel, to return to heaven, has to murder himself.
47 years later ……
“Mr. Crawford, a client demands a meeting with you.” The phone on the tabletop buzzed in a message from his secretary. Henry Crawford sighed and replied hastily.
“Is he scheduled for an appointment?”
“No, Mr. Crawford.”
Henry scowled. “Schedule him one and ask him to return then.”
“Mr. Crawford, but- ”
The door to his private office burst open, the hinges dislodged in the process. Henry released the receiver, allowing it to clatter noisily onto his table as he looked up to the intruder. It was a man, most probably a teenager edging towards the end of adolescence.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Henry Crawford. I am not sorry for my intrusion. I have an urgent matter here.” The teenager grinned, flashing two rows of white teeth. He turned to boot the door with his heels, slamming it right into the secretary’s face. The teenager then bolted the door, effectively locking Mr. Crawford from his secretary.
“Manager, do you require assistance? Should I call for security?” The secretary buzzed in a message, adding a false tinge of concern in her voice.
“No, not yet. I shall see what this man here has to say.” Henry looked away from the phone and motioned for the intruder to sit onto the swivel chair before his desk.
The teenager shook his head coldly. “No.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I despise your insincere hospitability, demon.” The teenager announced, lowering his voice.
Henry Crawford widened his eyes and shot up to his feet. “Be careful of what you say. What you have spoken of has nothing to do with me, now out! Get out of my office! I prefer to work in peace and serenity.”
“Your disguise fools not the eyes of an angel.” The teenager smirked softly and with a swift snap of his fingers, unshielded his crimson wings and summoning them into view. “Demon. If you do not wish to be exorcised, surrender the halo shard.”
“Nonsense.” Henry licked his lips nervously, his forehead drenched wet with sweat. “Nonsense.” He repeated.
“Security!” Henry slammed violently onto the desktop and punched the keypad on the speakerphone. “Security! Get in now! Get in-” Henry Crawford’s voice trailed off as he released that the phone was dead.
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