Chapter 6 ANGEL JUDGEMENT
In the heart of darkness, where shadows danced ominously and whispers of fear echoed through the chilling air, a group of motorcycle gang members found themselves chained and helpless. The police, with stoic faces and determined eyes, had captured them in a scene that promised justice and retribution.
As the members were loaded into a police van, the journey took them far from the bustling city, deep into the wilderness where no signs of civilization existed. Their destination was an enigmatic high-security building nestled among the encroaching jungle. This was no ordinary police station; it exuded an aura of terror and horror that sank into the very souls of those who entered.
The gang members sat in a line, resigned to their fate as if awaiting a death sentence that loomed over them like a dark cloud. The environment was unforgiving, the cold seeping into their bones like a frigid embrace, with temperatures hovering close to freezing. Suddenly, a figure clad in a pristine white suit emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding respect and instilling a sense of dread.
"You should not reveal my information. A single hint can bring danger upon us all," the man in white cautioned, his voice carrying a weight of authority that silenced even the bravest among the gang members. The gang leader attempted to justify their actions, but a deep, resonant voice interrupted, cutting through their feeble excuses.
"I know everything. Your feeble attempts at justification are futile," the man in white declared, his gaze piercing through them like shards of ice. He regarded them with a disdainful look, akin to that of Coprophagia – a revulsion that ran deep to the core of their being.
"You have failed to complete your task. You are unworthy, unable to even take the life of a mere child who may possess valuable information. For this, you must face the consequences," the man in white pronounced with finality, sending a wave of fear rippling through the gang members, who pleaded for mercy in desperate tones.
The man turned to the gang leader, his eyes glinting with an unsettling resolve. "What is your final wish?" he inquired, his tone devoid of sympathy. The leader's voice trembled as he spoke, "We wish to see your boss, for the first and last time."
Mocking laughter filled the air as the man in white dismissed their request, questioning the audacity of such a desire from lowly beings. However, a gentle voice emanated from a hidden speaker, bestowing a solemn blessing upon the condemned souls.
A blinding golden light erupted from the gate, casting a radiant glow that illuminated the room in an otherworldly sheen. A figure with immense white wings stood before them, his presence overwhelming, radiating a divine aura that struck terror into their hearts.
In a fleeting moment, their eyes met the piercing gaze of the celestial being, and a searing pain engulfed them, as if their very essence was melting away like wax in a scalding cauldron. They shrieked in agony, their skin peeling and bubbling as if submerged in scorching oil.
The gang leader, his voice a mere whimper, beseeched for a swift end to their suffering. The man with wings, a beacon of ethereal light, granted their wish with a solemn nod. A spear of pure light pierced through their hearts, granting them release from their mortal coils in a blaze of divine judgment.
"You should not waste light on such lowly creatures," the man in white remarked to the celestial being, who replied with a profound solemnity, "We keep watch over that kid."
With a final nod of acknowledgment, the man in white bowed his head in reverence before the divine presence, signaling the end of their harrowing ordeal. The chapter closed on a scene of divine judgment, where light and darkness converged in a chilling display of cosmic justice.