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Fic: The Better Angels (4/7)

Title: The Better Angels (4/7)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Bruce (Kal-El/The Angel Of Death)
Genres: AU, Drama
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: Not sure if warnings are necessary, but it’s quasi-religious imagery.
Spoilers: None
General Summary: Two Angels are sent on a Quest to find Pure Souls.
Chapter Summary: The Angels descend into Metropolis.
Date Of Completion: April 30, 2008
Date Of Posting: May 18, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 734
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: asm613 requested "Clark and Bruce as angels on a mission to find pure souls" from my DCU GSB Fic Request Meme.
Unfortunately, my Muses simply refused to cooperate, and I was on the verge of giving up, when I got this idea. It’s not quite what the requester wanted, but close! So I hope you like it, asm613 ! :)
All chapters can be found here. 

IV

 

CITY OF LIGHT

 

Light blazes

‘Round the city

Like a

Miniature sun.

 

Will this city

Be the shining one

On the hill

 

Or burn out?

 

Allison Simmons

“City Of Darkness”

1942 C.E.

 

 

Metropolis was the opposite of her dark sister Gotham, and Kal felt heartened.  Surely there would be Pure Souls here!  He spoke it aloud, and Death sounded amused.

 

“It has been my finding, Kal-El, that amongst those who dwell in the Light on Earth, you may find the Dark-Hearted.  And,” his wings were powerful as they flew over the shining city “…the reverse is true.  In shadowed old Gotham, you can find Light.”

 

Kal considered those words.  Death often lent insight into these things.

 

“There.” Kal pointed to a prominent building.  Death followed him to the roof.

 

The golden globe lazily revolved on the roof, the words, The Daily Planet bold-on-gold.  Kal touched the globe, Death prowling back-and-forth.

 

“We should begin,” Kal said.

 

The Dark Angel nodded.

 

& & & & & &

 

The young woman was frightened but Kal held out his hand.  His smile dazzled her.  She took his hand and the Light grew, shining as they disappeared from mortal sight.

 

Death’s gloved hand was on her back.

 

The Light dissipated, leaving only the Angels.

 

Kal smiled. “She is One with the Light now.”

 

His companion nodded.  He seemed restless as he paced, glove on the hilt of his Sword.

 

Kal lifted his eyes to the sun, the warmth of the Earthly light touching his celestial body.  He touched the hilt of his Sword, the jewels pulsating as he felt pure Joy suffuse his soul, energy coursing through him as contentment touched him.  He wished that Joy could be with him always.

 

He opened his eyes, the Dark Angel pulling his hood back slightly.

 

Instead of total masking, now Kal could see the lower half of Death’s face, eyes hidden by white lenses.

 

Or soulless eyes?

 

Kal did not think that to be the case.  He and the Angel of Death had fallen into companionable silence during their journey.

 

He did not fear Death.

 

“Where next shall we journey?”

 

Kal considered. “Suicide Slum.”

 

Death nodded, grasping his Sword hilt tightly.  He would be able to lay claim there.

 

& & & & & &

 

Death sheathed his Sword, pleased at this night’s work.

 

“The dark souls that prey on the fearful are abominations.”

 

“But must you take them all?” Kal asked.

 

His companion shrugged. “Death comes to every man.”

 

Kal fluttered inches above the ground. “You have no regrets about the scum.”

 

“None.”

 

“What of the innocent?  The old, the sick, those killed in accidents or war?”

 

The black-robed figure turned away. “I go where I am sent.”

 

“You must be very lonely.”

 

A sound came from the Dark Angel.  It could have been a snort or a sob.

 

“Angels are not subject to mortal emotions.”

 

Kal’s wings fluttered as he drifted. “I beg to differ, my friend.  Angels are serene, but not without feeling.” He smiled slightly. “How do you think there are Fallen Angels?”

 

Death turned swiftly, his jaw trembling. “I am not a Fallen Angel.”

 

“I know.” Kal’s voice was gentle. “Just a lonely one.”

 

His companion’s jaw clenched and he spread his ebony wings, flying away.

 

Kal started to go after him, then hesitated.  He folded his wings and watched the sky streak rose-gold as the sun came up, a tiny dark figure silhouetted against the soft colors.

 

& & & & & &

 

Kal-El flew over the city, the morning sun reflecting off tall glass buildings.  The day was beginning with promise in the air.

 

It was his favorite time of day.

 

Except…

 

This day he felt hollow.

 

Light needed the Dark to be whole.

 

Swallowing, he sought out the Pure Souls.

 

& & & & & &

 

Kal admitted to himself that he was at a loss.  He had not been able to find any Pure Souls, and he could not bring Death to those whose Time had come.

 

He wandered aimlessly, wondering if he should return heavenward.  His shining white wings beat with powerful strokes, the air currents flowing as Kal flew.

 

“Careful, Icarus flew too close to the sun, and you know what happened to him.”

 

“D…my friend!” Kal’s smile was sunlight itself.

 

A slight smile quirked Death’s lips.  Black wings briefly touched white, and Kal smiled as they flew onward.

 

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