Emotionless Angel Epilogue

The moonlight was as sharp as the man's cheekbones. He brought the blade against the piece of wood, wielding the figure in his ebony, spider-like fingers. He ran his thumb affectionately over his precious, faceless angel he had worked on for years on end. The curtain in the man's workshop fluttered against the sudden outburst form the wind. He smiled a toothless grin, attaching the angel to the silver chain present inside of his pocket. He pressed his chapped and wrinkled lips to the angel, stroking where the eyes would've been.

"Albert my chap, how have you fared these past fourteen years?"A man with a porcelain mask, and an elegant crimson tailcoat asked, venomously.

Albert gasped, closing his fist over the object present in his palm.

"You are not the man I was waiting for."

The man leaned warily against the bookshelf, focusing his stern, black button eyes on a picture frame. Inside the frame, were Albert and his daughter Louise, smiling innocently.

"That's a beautiful daughter you have there. If I were you, I'd keep a keen eye on the boys that surround her."

Albert turned white as a sheet, shivering from the thought of his innocent, fourteen year old daughter meeting the man in front of him.

"S-she's only fourteen, a mere child!" He protested.

The man strode in four easy glides to Albert, hitting objects clean off his desk.

"Give me the angel, and I'll be sure to kill you quickly!" He hissed between clenched teeth.

Albert covered the angel with his sweaty palm, muttering incantations under his breath. A burst of violet colored light engulfed the angel, sucking it inside of the light. The man hissed, and clawed at the light, reaching into the puff of purple smoke. His hand returned empty, an inaudible snarl escaping his lips. Albert laid his head on the table, trying not to whimper, as a cold, and sharp blade lay suspended in the air, a fraction of a centimeter away.

"Wait," he breathed.

"What is it, afraid to die?"

"Heavens no, quite eager actually, but a question that remains unanswered lingers on my conscience. What is your name?"

"Death," he answered impatiently.

The blade crashed down onto his neck, leaving Albert Steele dead on the table.

Emotionless Angel

Louise Steele opened her eyes to sirens outside of her window. Hurriedly tossing on her housecoat, an abrupt banging sounded at the front door.

"Coming" She called, running down the stairs.

Two men stood at the door, dressed in black with shiny gold ID badges on their chests.

"Hello Miss. We got a call from your neighbor, about horrific sounds coming from your basement. Mind if we have a look around?"

Louise felt her eyes widen, shuffling silently to the side. "O-of course, my Dad's down there doing his carpentry."

They nodded, following Louise down the hallway, to the intricate wooden door.

"Dad," she called.

No answer.

The police officers exchanged pointed glances, pushing the door open cautiously.

"Stay here," Louise nibbled on her bottom lip, nodding grimly. They stepped into the room, closing the door behind them.

"Miss, he's dead," the officers called out from behind the closed door.

Louise pushed past them, witnessing her headless father. She screamed, gasping from heart wrenching sobs that overtook her. One of the officers placed a weathered palm on her shoulder, trying to calm her nerves.

"Miss, tell us where he was, the last time your exchanged words, and any unusual feelings you noticed."

Louise covered her face with her shaking hands, drops of salty tears falling soundlessly to the cement floors.

"Jared, I don't think she can speak yet, miss…

"S-Steele"

"Miss Steele, I think you would be much safer if you came with us down to the station."

She nodded, wiping her puffy eyes, with the sleeve of her house coat. The officers lead her away, making a brief call on the radios present at their belts, before opening the passenger door for Louise on their cruiser. She got in placing her forehead against the cool, glass of the window.

"So, Louise Steele, do you have any family to take care of you?"

Sighing, she shook her head, wetting her lips to prepare herself to speak.

"My Mother died, and both sides of my family did not approve of their marriage."

The blonde officer's blue eyes widened.

"Wow, I'm terribly sorry for-"

"I don't need your s-sympathy." She wheezed, clutching her neck gingerly.

"What's wrong?" The officer named Jared asked, alarmed by the dazed expression on her face.

"I-I don't know. Whenever I witness death, I get strange violent spasms of pain that affects random parts of my body."

She could feel her veins pulsing, her heart momentarily pausing in mid beat. Her eyes glossed over, her throat closing in, her lungs barely able to take in oxygen.

"Miss Steele, are you alright?"

She crashed her head back to the cushion of the back seat, her life force rapidly fading. The world was pitching black. A pit less era of darkness, created before her eyes.