Chapter 3: Monotonous Repetition (Pt.3)

Three black-winged men strode casually down an empty street. Abandoned pieces of trash and debris rolled and flew as a current of wind picked up. The center man scratched at a short crop of spiky blond hair, reaching down to massage his strong chin. His nose was thin and rested between two hazelnut eyes. His body was thin; an unbuttoned black long-sleeve shirt rested on his torso, revealing strong abdominal muscles. Every Soul Angel seemed to share the same kind of shoes. Pure black with no design was the style. This man's thighs were disguised by black shorts cut off at the knees.

The angel on the right walked with eyes closed. Behind these eyelids lay peach-white pupils. This meant he was blind in his previous life and had now regained vision in death. Frankly, he hated it. A pessimist at heart, he found no reason to cut his shoulder-length white hair. He wore the same kind of shirt as the former, yet it was buttoned up to his neck. Instead of shorts, he wore loose, wavy slacks.

The last man wore a flamboyantly light green tank top. It was tight and conformed to his chest. No clothing rested between his shoulder down to his elbow. However, a tight armband reached down from the lower half of his shoulder down to his wrist. The same was for the other arm. Unlike the other two, he wore a bright smile that complimented his bright green eyes. Brown hair dropped down the side of his back in long braids. White jeans ended at those same black shoes.

"So we're finally making a move against the Council, aren't we?" The bright angel asked. "Can't believe after all of those years of repressed aggression, we are only starting now. To think that a new Soul Angel, a young one at that, was the last thing we needed before Surno felt safe." The center angel chuckled.

"You'd best keep your mouth shut, Tracy," he said. "Be more like ol' Greg over here." He tapped the silent angel. Brought back from daydreaming, Greg opened his eyes and looked at his companions. The center angel laughed again. "Sleep walking, eh? Dreaming about how life would be like without the blasphemous Council around, right?" He smiled. Greg just nodded and closed his eyes.

Greg spoke in a low voice. "Ryan... do you remember what life was like, way back in the old days, when both Soul Angels and Heart Angels cooperated, sharing the same goal? In essence, we are one in the same. Appearance and methods be damned; that should not separate us from brother and sister in death." Ryan eyed him with a quizzical look, but remained silent. Tracy giggled. Greg took a deep breath."It was only when that one Heart Angel questioned a Soul Angel's work. Our work, to play with fate and keep humanity from falling apart, should never be criticized in such a way. That Soul Angel was Peter, I believe. He influenced a common man to assassinate that one fellow... the Archduke Franz Ferdinand, and his wife..."

"Your point?" Ryan prodded.

Greg sighed. "Peter has the ability to see the future. He predicted that the Archduke Franz Ferdinand had become a dictator of his own country and eventually spread out to control the entire world in a sweep of power. The world descended into chaos under Ferdinand's rule, who was cleverly betrayed by his wife. His wife was, obviously, influenced by a Heart Angel to do so. Peter had stopped an entire genocide of people. How can our 'superior' counterparts not realize his great deed?" Greg's eyes flew open, and he stared up into the sky. He stopped his walk, and the others did as well. They stared at him inquisitively. With a sigh, he hung his head and proceeded to trod along the road again.

Tracy giggled again. "Hah, guess what I just figured out. Soul and Heart angels. Like that one song. 'Heart and Soul...' Hehe." He grinned. Ryan smacked him upside the head, and he winced.

"Let him continue." Greg nodded at Ryan.

"My point is," Greg prodded. "The Heart Angels grew too far into their sense of justice. They fail to realize how dangerous the world's order can be without our constant revisions. If we had left humanity to fend for itself, they would not have lasted so far. We work without appreciation. We work by our own will. The Heart Angels created an entire system, an entire council, an entire kingdom in their own conjured world based on a flawed judicious method. Maybe I'm just babbling uncontrollably, but I hope you see my point. The Soul Angels have done well so far in our isolated and respective stations. I guess we can thank Peter and Surno for stopping a war between both of us... We're like family, even."

Tracy hummed aloud. "Hmm. If we are family, then why are we plotting to destroy each and every Heart Angel? Surno told us his plan would work. I still don't believe that Peter isn't playing a major part in all of this... He's the original Soul Angel. A great actor too; he fooled me into thinking he was a bumbling idiot when I first met him. The firstborn of our kind... He stood side by side with that Heart Angel in the beginning, working so intently on keeping a race they held power over alive. If only we could figure everything out!" He scoffed at himself.

"If we could pull that off," Ryan commented, "Then why would other Soul Angels exist? Peter and... oh, what's his name... Daniel... would be the only two existing. We would be off somewhere else, maybe resting our weary souls."

The road came to an end. They stood in a desolate area, devoid of civilization. Nothing but mountains could be seen in the horizon. Ryan laughed weakly. "Let's fly, boys." The three spread their wings and disappeared into the sky.