Key Twelve: Aceldama:
On the surface, it looks like an ordinary field. Komui could still smell the blood. He stepped out of the car with flowers in hand. It was common for angels to go out and pay their respects to the missing soldiers in this endless war. Komui could still hear the cries in the wind. The gore and carnage was long gone. The thick yellow grass grew over to cover up the outlines of bodies.
“How long will you be out here?” the driver asked. The angel waved him off.
“You can go on without me,” he said.
“Are you sure?” the driver asked.
“Yes,” Komui said. “I’ll call you when I am ready to leave.”
“Yes, sir,” the other angel said. “Take care.” He rolled up his window and drove away. Komui held the white roses in his hand. Maybe he could find the answers he was looking for in this place.
It’s so quiet here today. Birds won’t even fly over this field. It was like they knew about this place and its history. There were rumors about this place being cursed. The angel shook those thoughts out of his head. When he stepped onto the field, a chill ran down his spine. How many angels were cut down that day? Hundreds? Thousands? Millions? But, that wasn’t why Komui was here.
He placed his hand to the glass. His eyes widened at how cold it felt. This was supposed to summertime. Komui noticed that he couldn’t feel any heat or cold in the air around him. Only the grass felt so cold. The angel took a quick mental note of this abnormality. His eyes shifted around his location. Sure, there was nobody out here, but it could be possible that he was being watched. Why would the higher-ups be watching him at a battle site?
Komui took in the crunching of grass at his feet as he walked further into the center. The path would disappear by the time he turned around. He stopped in what felt like the center. Komui placed the white roses down onto the brown tall grass. He closed his eyes and said a little prayer. Faint whispers circled his ears. The angel peeked out of one eye. As far as he could, he was the only one out there in the field. Why would be followed all the way out here? He closed his eye again. More whispering filled his ears. The angel tried to ignore it, but got louder. Komui gritted his teeth.
The whispering circled his head. He tried to make out what they were saying. At first, he could only catch babbling. The sound wouldn’t stop. Komui began to think that they were trying to speak to him.
Who are you? What are you trying to tell me?
Komui trained his ears to the wailing increasing in volume in his head. Something told him that he would have to make this quick. He didn’t give a time of how long he would be out paying his respects. But how long before they took notice?
What do you mean?
Betrayed. They betrayed us.
Who betrayed you? Why did they betray you?
His vision ripped into red. Komui started panting as the colors turned negative. Images flashed around before his eyes. He couldn’t make out what he was seeing. Feathers floated around in blood while he could hear horses galloping. Wait… Horses? None of the fractions in heaven ever had horses. Where did they come from?
What is this?
Komui heard a wailing noise behind him. When he turned around, a cyclone of fire raced towards him. His heart pounded against his chest. No… No…
The fire circled faster. Komui jerked his eyes open. To his shock, he was still in the field. That fire had no heat as it circled towards him. Could it have something to do with the grass being cold and feeling nothing in the air? Komui shook his head.
“I’ve been out here too long,” he said to himself. The angel closed his eyes and focused his mind towards Heaven.
I’m ready to go. Come and get me.
Alright, we’ll be right there.
Thank you. Komui took a seat in the grass. He found the sky rather calming compared to what he heard in the wind moments earlier. He couldn’t help but wonder if those were really voices of the dead or if it was a trap from a powerful demon. The angel shivered as he turned the question over in his head. If it was demons, what was their motive? It couldn’t be to tempt him. They seemed to be preoccupied with their own battles at the moment. More importantly, who betrayed those voices? Was it the ones who owned the horses?
Komui looked up when he heard a horn honking. He turned his head to see the car parked inches away from him. The driver looked out the window with his eyes narrowed.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Huh?” the other angel asked.
“You look so pale,” the driver said. “You okay?” Komui slowly nodded when the words sank in.
“Oh,” he said. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” The angel walked over to the car and climbed into the back seat. He kept his eyes down the whole time.
“Hey,” the angel spoke up at last.
“Yeah?” the driver asked.
“Have any of the army units ever had horses?” Komui asked.
“Of course,” the other angel said behind the wheel. “Why would we need such things?” His passenger shook his head.
“I guess you’re right,” he said. That confirmed one thought he had. So where did the horses come from? Komui doesn’t know it, but he’s about to kick up the hornet’s nest in Heaven.