Immediately her face twists in confusion as she tries to process my words.

"You want to kill yourself?" she asks incredulously.

"No, not exactly," I answer vaguely.

I look back at the necklaces, reaching out to gently hold the small pair of metal wings in my hand, running my fingers over them distractedly.

"There is a possibly that I could lose my humanity soon." I sigh. "If that happens then I could truly end the world."

"I don't understand," she whispers quietly.

"On my eighteenth birthday, I'll gain my full power," I explain. "Right now the angelic grace that's running through me, from my mother, is keeping my soul intact. But there is something much darker also running through me because of my father. If that dark part of me overpowers the angelic grace when I reach my full power, then I will loose my soul."

Her breath hitches as realization crosses her features, the air between us becomes heavy as my words sink in. Her gaze drops to the floor and the crease between her eyebrows deepens.

"I can't let that happen. I won't let myself turn into that." I concede with determination.

Her eyes land on me again, looking over me from head to toe. She watches as I let go of the little necklace and turn to face her. I take a step closer to her, but she quickly braces herself against the table and turns tense. I freeze, raising my hands, palms open to show I mean no harm as I watch her intently.

"How do I know this isn't a trick? Will your father come for me if I help you do this?" she asks, suspicion bleeding into her tone.

I shake my head instantly. "I've never even met him. I don't think that he even knows I exist."

Her eyes narrow with mistrust, making me realize that I need to say something more reassuring.

"If he does come after you, I promise I will protect you," I voice genuinely.

She scoffs in response. "You wont be able to protect me if you're dead," she remarks, cocking an eyebrow.

"I have a friend, an archangel. He will protect you if I'm unable to." I say.

She sighs quietly and runs a hand over her head as she contemplates my words. Her stress and anxiety is evident, making me feel guilty for putting all of this on her at once. She bites the inside of her cheek worriedly, her eyes flitter to the back of the shop, where she had originally come from, before they land on me once again.

"Stay here," she says before taking long, quick strides to the back of the store, where she's once again out of view.

I wait patiently for a few minutes, hoping that she can help me. I know that Gabriel will be beyond furious when he eventually finds out, but I hope he can understand that I won't put billions of lives in danger just to save mine.

Eventually, she walks back out with a wooden box trapped in her hands, her heart beating fast once again. Her steps are hesitant, as if she isn't fully sure she should doing this. Stopping in front of me, she stares at the top of the box before slowly extending her arms, handing it to me. Her many bracelets rattle against each other as I reach for the box.

I take it gently, as if it's a bomb that can go off any second. The top of the box is covered in intricate symbols that I don't recognize and power surges around it, seeming to seep into my palms through the box itself.

Undoing the metal latch, I open the lid with anticipation. Inside, resting on black velvet, lays a beautiful dagger. The hilt is decorated with breathtaking, intricate carvings. An angel with shoulder length curly hair, wrapped loosely in fabric is resting at the bottom of the hilt with its hand outstretched in the direction of the blade. His wings are fanned out elegantly behind him, but long feathers fall from them as he appears to be plummeting through the sky, his face twisted in pain. I stare in shocked silence at the artwork decorating the handle of the dagger. It's absolutely bewitching, making it difficult to look away.

"It's the only weapon in the world strong enough to kill an archangel, if wielded by the right person," she announces suddenly, breaking the silence and making my eyes snap up to hers.

My mind immediately goes to Gabriel and I can't even think of what it would be like if he was killed.

"I didn't think it was even possible to kill an archangel," I say quietly.

"With this, it's very possible," Amy says, nodding her head. "A very strong woman brought it to me years ago. She told me what it was and to keep it safe." she comments, her eyes glaze over slightly as she gets lost in thought.

I let my finger run delicately, over the cold metal of the hilt while she speaks.

"It isn't strong enough to kill you," she remarks, my head whips up to stare at her in disbelief. "It will most likely put you in a comatose state. You wont be able to move or use your power, but you will still be alive. You'll just be stuck, unless someone pulls it out."

I suck in a sharp breath, my head spinning. If it comes down to it and I have to be stopped, it won't kill me. Being stuck asleep for eternity, sounds like a fate worse than death.

"I don't understand how it can kill an archangel but not me," I voice, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

She tilts her head as she looks over my face. "You don't truly understand how powerful you are, do you?" she mutters. "You are possibly the most powerful being ever created. Once you're at full power, you should be stronger than any archangel."

My lips part as her words ring through my ears and bounce around my head. I never really put much thought into how powerful I truly am, especially in comparison to an archangel.

After a few moments, I clear my throat, tearing my eyes away from the dagger and closing the top of the box.

"Thank you," I say softly, holding her gaze. "How can I repay you for this?"

She shakes her head lightly, making her long earrings shake and jingle. "You don't need to. I know when someone's being truthful, and it's not like I'll be needing it to kill an archangel any time soon."

I sigh quietly, and shake my head, eyes flitting back to the closed box.

How can I accept something like this without giving her anything in return?

"Just take it," she adds, noticing my reluctant expression. "It's only been collecting dust while I've had it."

"I will still protect you, as will Gabriel if I'm unable to," I tell her.

She hesitates for a moment, eyes flickering between mine before she eventually caves and mumbles in agreement.

"If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to let me know. I'm sure you can find a way to reach me," I say, hoping that she will follow through if she's ever in trouble.

Her lips twitch upwards so slightly that I almost missed it, but it soon drops when her eyes land on the wooden box in my hands. Silence stretches on for a few moments before I quietly break it.

"Thank you," I mutter sincerely while she takes a few steps back.

I feel her magic spark in the air and flutter around us as I speak. I see her nod in response just before I close my eyes and transport myself back home. It takes me a while to notice that the necklace I was admiring, with small black wings, is dangling from my neck.