Seraphic Wings

33. The Sadness of Death

A/N - Mention of death and language

Somewhere, far away, stood a hooded figure. They were watching over a scene that started to get more serious. A group of at least eight men were arguing with each other.

"Sometimes humans confuse me..."

"Well, it is what it is I suppose... Animal instincts kick in.. But, why are we here looking at this one though? They're just plain old losers...." A second voice called out beside them and, on closer inspection, there was a pale horse.

"It's not them I'm watching..." The hooded figure moves their arm and points in the opposite direction.

The horse followed his gaze and, sitting there, was a small boy, who was hunkered down, trying to avoid what was happening around him.

"Oh..... I see now...."

Shortly after that, the large group of men got even more intense and one of them pulled out a gun. Before anyone had a chance to act, he shot it off. It didn't hit any of the other men in the group, and they quickly tackled him. Whilst watching, the hooded figures sighed as he instantly transported himself where the boy was hunkered down, and the horse followed suit.

"Guns.... They never really solve anything.... Poor boy...." The horse mournfully says, as he lays his head on the boy.

The bullet didn't hit any of the men, but it had ricocheted off one of the nearby steel bins, and fatally wounded the boy.

"Such a wasted life..." The hooded figure mumbled..

"Vic..." The horse moved his head and stared at the man, as he pulled his hood down. Victus had an unchanging face, but there was a slight tinge of sadness in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Steven...." Victus knelt down and placed his non-gloved, left hand on the boy's head. The boy meekly lifted his head.

"It... Hurts.... Sir..."

"I know... But everything will be alright, I promise you...." Victus rubbed the boys head, as the boy tried to smile at him. "Everyone is waiting, you don't want to keep them waiting, do you?"

"... For me?"

"Yes, you don't feel any more pain, do you?"

"... I... It's slowly going.... Does that mean I'm better now?"

"........... Yes...." Victus removed his hand from the boy's head and used it to remove the glove, and stretched out that hand to the boy. "Take me hand..."

The boy briefly looked at his hand, and smiled. He gladly took his hand and Victus effortlessly pulled him up. The boy was about to look down, but Victus stopped him, and lowered himself so his face was at the boys level again.

"Do you see that horse there?" Victus turned the boy, by his shoulders, and pointed ahead. Standing proudly, but also kind of sad, was Finis. "He's going to take you to a lovely place... Don't worry, there will be loved ones who are going to greet you."

"But, what about mother?"

Victus went silent for a moment, before carrying on speaking. "It will be alright...." He lightly pushed the boy in Finis' direction.

"Hiya horsie... I've never ridden a horse before...." The boy casually greeted Finis, and Finis bowed low, for the boy to easily get on him. "Oh, thank you." Finis took one last look at Victus, before bounding off into the sky, flying without wings.

Victus sighed heavily and briefly looked down, the mortal remains lay still. He stayed for a few minutes longer, watching over. Eventually, police came and rounded up the group of men. He watched as a police woman appeared around the corner and noticed something on the ground. Victus took a step back, as the woman charged in.