Unreliable

A silence as awkward as that of a post-kiss scenario filled the room.

My mother was a lot of things but being an idiot was definitely not one of them.

She understood. She understood, but she was angry nonetheless.

"These Fate Lords, are they the ones who cursed my child?", said my mom as angry as one could possibly be.

"No, but they were the ones to name him, after all, you won't name him without his father." said the angel beaming.

My mom's face became stiff again. She felt her privacy being inextricably invaded.

The archangel knew what the mother was planning, which means his masters do too. How potent were these Fate Lords to know stuff before it even happened? Were they gods?

"What is he called then?" asked Jenny curiously.

The angel looked at me again. It felt just as intrusive to me as it did to my mother.

When he looked at the ceiling, it appeared that he had seen through it to the sky.

He looked drunk in beauty.

He then cast a spell while crossing his arms "Mi Lorel Ghasobepopodo Popodobigf Zafqo Roloxedo".

A few seconds later, a dark aura surrounded him. His eyes became less lively, his hands paled like the hands of a princess in distress, and his wings disappeared. The archangel was... possessed?

I never knew such mighty and unbreakable creatures could even be hurt let alone be possessed.

Moreover, I do not believe the wings were part of his physical structure.

He then uttered the following words in a tranquil manner.

"He whose powers cannot be felt nor resisted, cannot have one name that befits, he shall be the one to kill, once a loud calamity and twice a soundless death, he shall be named three names to perfectly depict the life he is gonna lead until the apocalypse descends, Calamitas shall be his first name, The Soundless Death shall be his second, and Bilanx shall be his third."

The angel's wings suddenly grew back at a fast pace after that prophecy-like speech. It was horrifying and appalling. We could see the bones growing, the muscles enclosing them, and feathers spouting on top.

His wings were made of divine powers, weren't they? Could you please explain why they were formed like the limbs of a lizard?

The angel was barely catching his breath. His eyes turned into angelic brown eyes again and the darkness around him was nowhere to be seen.

Fear has enmeshed itself in his soul so deeply that he has become unrecognizable without it.

My mother had tons of questions but not a single one could be enunciated. She couldn't find the words to say them nor did she have enough guts to hear the answers.

A strange shaking was felt again in the memory space as soon as my mother asked the angel what date she died.

How can memories be so unreliable? Why can't I learn peacefully about my childhood?

I shook it off and waited for the space wrap to finish. I felt dizzy and seasick despite not stepping on a boat once in my life.

The trip took longer than last time and I suddenly found myself outside the room of the golden door.

The realization only intensified my craving for affection.

I killed my mother too.