Less than a second, an atomic particle split in half, a speed beyond human comprehension, his spear pierced through my chest.
My blood splattered across by the force of the thrust, my body is broken, abruptly torn to pieces.
The angel within the act, holds my head, so it doesn’t rebound from my broken neck, my bones evaporating under his touch, and my eyes close as I lean back into his arms.
My body falls to the ground, lifeless; the spear of destiny pierces it through; my eyes, colorless mirrors, staring forward into the emptiness.
The angel stands as a witness above my corpse, his face tight and convergent, he anticipates something.
The elevator rings, and as the doors part, a figure in a long, dark robe steps out.
I remove the hood, glance at the angel, and smile wildly.
