The Omniscrolls

  “Energy of an archangel? What are you saying, Remiel? Both my parents are human.” “Yes, but this connection goes back six centuries, when one of your predecessors got involved with the archangel Saraqael.” “Alright, so why have my powers been dormant all this time?” “Because Raguel sealed it himself back then.” My mind went blank—I couldn’t think straight. I sat on the ground and closed my eyes to take a deep breath. “I know this is a lot to process, but we can’t linger here,” Raguel said. “You and I are the only archangels that remain free from Saraqael’s grasp now, Remiel.” “What about Gabriel and Uriel?” “Gabriel’s dead, and Uriel’s probably being tortured for our location right now.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; there was an all-out war in heaven itself. Remiel teleported the three of us out of the field. We arrived at a place unlike anything I had seen before: it bore neither shape nor form, and had an indiscernible nature. “This is one of the boundaries between worlds

  I was nearing the state line in my car when a bright light fell from the sky and onto a field. I stopped my car off the road and wondered whether it was a meteorite. I called the cops and walked towards the site, but what I found was something I did not expect: there was a man in the middle of the crater. Had he fallen from the sky? He looked human, although his clothes were unlike anything I had ever seen.. What was even more intriguing was that he appeared to be unscathed; not even his clothes were either torn or burnt. I was hesitant to take a step forward, but then the man woke up. He saw me and crawled back, looking around with his eyes agape and his hands quivering. “Where am... Wait, who am I?” he asked. My suspicions were confirmed. He was an alien. “I think you’re an alien. You fell from the skies. As for where you are, this is Earth. Do you really not remember anything at all?” The man shook his head; his breathing grew heavier as he looked at his hands. He laid against the

  A man stood in front of his wife and daughter, trembling as he begged the gun-wielding assailant before him to spare their lives. “No, please don't kill my family! It's me you want; I’ll come with you.” “Sorry, Silva, but when you play with fire, you’re bound to get burnt.” “I’ll hand over the video, just leave my family be.” “You mean this video?” The assailant pulled out his phone and held it before the man. “The officer you gave this to is my friend. Journalists like you will never make a difference, no matter how hard you try.” “Okay, fine, but let my daughter go. She’s only five.” “Fine,” the man replied. He ordered them to send the girl to the corner of the room and make her shut her eyes. The girl, Mala, did as she was told, but as the gun went off, she couldn’t help but open her eyes and watch as her parents fell to the floor, lifeless. Her father’s younger brother took her in afterwards and raised her as his own. Being a renowned anaesthesiologist, he made sure she r

  I was just stepping into the station when my partner, Sylvester, walked up to me. “We’ve got a body, Olivia,” he said. A jogger had discovered a woman’s body in the woods during her morning run. She had reportedly seen a man fleeing the scene. The crime scene was grizzly: the victim had multiple stab wounds on her body. As officers combed through the area, Sylvester and I questioned the jogger. Her body was trembling, and she could barely speak a word, so we sent her home. The next day, we drove over to her house to resume the questioning. “Mrs. Senn, are you okay to talk?” I asked. “Please, call me Sadie. And sure, I’m good.” “Could you give us a description of the guy who fled the crime scene?” Before she could answer, a man walked into the room and sat next to her. “I’m sorry, detectives, but my wife’s in no condition to be answering your questions,” he said. Sadie’s demeanour changed, almost as if she feared him. Sylvester and I agreed to visit her later and gave her our cards, b