Chapter 4: C.4 : Explanations

Rowan patted Rosie's head but was inwardly worried she'd be kidnapped one day due to her trusting nature. Before, Rosie reached his chin, and now they stood at the same height, just over five foot eight inches.

"How did y-you turn into an angel?" Even while embracing an angel, Rosie had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that angels existed.

"Mm. Let's just say in order to do something, I had to become one. Don't worry, I'm still me." Rowan guided Rosie to the bed and sat besides her quietly.

"Then will you leave me?" Rosie held back her tears and nervousness long enough to get the words out, but Rowan shook his head and took her hand gently.

"I would never leave my cute little sister behind. Even if something did happen, I now have the strength to protect you, and I can get still get stronger, strong enough to help you all."

"Thank you." Rosie leaned against Rowan's side, and despite how petite Rowan now was, even her added weight didn't so much as move him on the slightest.

"Since I am an angel, I have to do angel things. Like... Help save some people and deal with bad people." Rowan spoke softly, trying his best to phrase it in a way that wouldn't frighten a sixteen year old.

"Is it safe?" Rosie surprised him since she asked about his well-being instead of the others, but he nodded. Even at five percent of his true strength, humans would have a hard time harming him.

"Can you go back to normal? I don't know how we'll explain this to people." Rosie didn't think that someone who turned into an angel would be allowed to run free if people were aware of it.

"I can retract my wings into my body, but I can't change my form. God recreated my body, and I feel that even if I did become Ophanim, I wouldn't be able to change it by much."

"Can you wait here for a few minutes? I have to do something." Rowan got to his feet and his Halo, although dimmed to the max was still brighter than the room light appeared above him.

He hadn't forgotten that idiot who insulted his sister for no reason other than her being worse off than him. Images appeared in the Halo and he saw a familiar face in his mind.

With a thought, his body flashed and he vanished from the bedroom. Rosie saw a light and when it faded, Rowan was gone, but recalling his words, she tried to remain calm.

Rowan had a moment to adapt to the strange unreal feeling before he appeared somewhere else, some ways across the city in a quiet park where the boy stood with his bodyguards.

"That damned b*tch! Find her parents and have my dad get them fired! How dare she resist my advances and fight back? When she can't hold on anymore, I'll take her for myself."

Rowan could see the boy's soul, and he felt disgusted. It was dark and misshapen, and looking at it made him want to rush over and cut the boy down right there and then, but he withheld himself.

"She didn't do anything to you but you wish to make her suffer like that?" Rowan undid the light distortion around him and practically appeared out of thin air behind them.

The boy spun around with an angry expression, but when he saw Rowan, a shocked expression appeared on his face, followed by desire and greed.

Rowan wore a white robe, with an impossibly perfect physical appearance and a pair of soft white wings on his back and a Halo hovering above his head. The boy didn't believe his eyes, so he stared blankly.

"Your name is Eric Verne, heir to the Verne Industries. You are seventeen years old. You've already ruined other people's lives even from the early age of fourteen."

"A girl denied your advances. You forced yourself on her and kept her silent by threatening her with her parents livelihood. She was unable to endure the humiliation of being passed around to your guards and ended her life."

"You met a boy who your felt was better than you. In jealousy, you had him framed and he was sent to prison for theft shortly after. He has over ten years left on his sentence."

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"You felt that your teacher was unfair. You nearly had her fired and if not for the fact she managed to find help, she would have ended up jobless and homeless."

"You have committed many wrongs, and even as I list them before you here, you feel no remorse. I can sense your greed and desires towards me as well."

"So what? Even if you are an angel, I can do what I want with you, just like that girl." A twisted smile appeared on his face as he looked at Rowan with a heated gaze.

"You are wrong. Humans are not to inflict there own twisted desires on others, causing others suffering. Eric Sam Verne, are you ready to be judged?"

"Who are you to judge me? Do you know who my father is?!" Rowan wondered if he had a few screws loose. Why would an angel care about mortal statuses and such?

"I have the Authority granted by the Creator to do so. You caused fourteen direct deaths, and ruined the lives of over a hundred people directly, and even more indirectly. Each death will equate to ten thousand years."

"Each directly ruined life will equate to five thousand years each. Indirectly ruined lives shall be a thousand years as well. Your total is eight hundred and forty thousand years. They are to be spent in Hell, starting immediately."

"Hell? You can't kill me! My father is Daniel Verne! If you touch me, I will make you regret it!" Rowan held out a hand and the sword forged from gold and light materialized within.

"Capture her!" Eric watched as his bodyguards rushed over hesitantly, clearly unwilling but they did so anyway in a bid to capture Rowan.

"I ask that you do not interfere." Rowan's voice was clear like music from the heavens, but the bodyguards kept rushing, so he prepared his mind for what was to come.

Of the four bodyguards, two reached him first, hands outstretched to restrain him. He gently stretched out a hand and the two fully grown men cried out as they flew backwards faster than they came for over ten meters before hitting the ground hard.

The wind was knocked from their lungs, but Rowan had no time to worry about them because the other two were upon him. Using his sword and fluid moves he was unaware he knew, both men's arms were sliced off.

The sword flicked out and the two men stiffened and fell to the ground. A deep charred stab wound had directly pierced through their hearts and ended their lives.

"What now Eric?" Rowan's sword didn't retain blood as it ran down the blade like water and burnt into ashes at the edges as a white flame burned on the edges of the sword.

"Y-you can't kill me!" Eric turned to run, but Rowan raised his empty hand and light shot out and pierced through Eric leg's flesh and bone, the heat of the beam cauterizing the wound instantly.

"I can and will. Did you ever stop to think of your actions. No, you are selfish and vain. Ruthless and cold. Eight hundred and forty thousand years of punishment and torture await."

Light burst into existence lighting up the park as Eric's body was bathed in light. His body was unharmed save for the leg wound, but his soul, under the light's illumination was banished to Hell, leaving his body behind.

Rowan knew the body would die in a few moments after losing it's soul. Eric's former vessel fell over and stopped breathing, leaving Rowan with the bodyguards who had been pushed back.

"Your bear guilt as well. I will let those below decide your punishment." White flaming pillars consumed both surviving bodyguards and without a chance to even cry out, they became ashes and their souls left the Mortal Plane.

With a thought, the sword vanished and Rowan disappeared from the park, returning to the bedroom. His control over divine power was basically perfect and after judging Eric, he felt his divine power grow.

In a flash, Rowan appeared and saw Rosie curled up on the bed looking at the spot he had teleported from earlier with worry. Seeing him reappear, she leapt over and embraced him tightly.

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