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"I call it Glorious." - Harlynn Pierce

Chapter XVII

The Archangel Gabriel.

I looked at the blade once more - Gabriel's Sword. Part of me wondering why an Archangel would entrust me with his sword.

"Listen to me, Harlynn," my grandmother said urgently, I looked up at her once more. "Not everyone is capable of wielding an angelic weapon - let along an Archangel's. Those swords choose their owners. They have a life of their own and are just as fierce and absolute and glorious as angels themselves. This very blade, is one of the few weapons in all of existence capable of killing an Archangel. It will be hard to master."

"Since the sword has chosen you," she added, "it will come to your aid when you call its name. Wherever you might be."

"What is its name?" I asked, holding the sword tightly, its vibrating having a calming effect on me.

"The name that Gabriel gave it, is impossible to pronounce in any human language," my grandmother replied, "so you have to give it a name of your own."

Holding the blade up in front of me once more, I watched the furious flames for a while as I thought about it. As an editor - and a Wattpad user - I have read enough stories where a hero got a magical blade to use in their quest. Most of the times, they had to name their sword as well.

Never did it gross my mind that one day, I would be in that very position.

Did Gabriel maybe entrust his blade to me so that it could help me in my quest to save the fucking universe from destruction? Together with the fallen angel. It would make sense in some ways. Having a magical sword capable of slaying nearly anything could come in handy. Especially since I had no idea what I could possibly face.

"You don't immediately have to name it," my grandmother added after I had fallen silent for a while. "There is no hurry."

I shook my head. "I think I already know a name," I whispered. I held the blade high above my head, the flames casting a golden glow on the walls and boxes of the attic.

"I call it Glorious," I said. "For it brings Heaven's glory to Earth and is just as fierce and glorious as angels themselves."

The sword made an almost humming noise in my hand, almost as if it had heard and acknowledged its new name. A feral grin formed on my face, feeling the vibrating and the heat that Glorious radiated even deep within my soul, it was stirring something deep within me.

Holding Glorious still above my head, I looked down at my grandmother, who was looking at me with an unreadable expression. "What is it?" I whispered, lowering the sword once more.

Elizabeth shook her head. "Holding that sword above your head and with that wild smile on your face," she replied, "you look just like an avenging angel."

"Wait here," she added, as if she just realized something. She walked back towards where she came, picked up another wooden box and went back towards me. Placing the box on the ground and kneeling down, she opened the lid and took out an item wrapped in a simple and rather old black cloth.

Unwrapping the cloth, she revealed a black-leather scabbard I assumed was for the sword. She held it out for me and I took it. "Every blade has a scabbard. This one here has tiny parts of Empyrean Steel and adamas – holy materials – forged into it, making it one of the few things in creation capable of sustaining the powers of the Archangel's Sword."

She held it out to me and I took it in my free hand. Just like the sword, the scabbard barely had any weight to it as well. The material looked rough, but felt smooth to the touch and it was a pure black color; almost looking like it was made from onyx – a black stone. The only decoration it had was a pattern of flames engraved into the black material with gold which reminded me a lot of sunlight itself.

I sheathed Glorious in the scabbard and the flames disappeared. The vibrating stopped as well. I released a breath I did not realize I was holding and looked at my grandmother once more. "Thank you," I said truthfully.

"Don't mention it," she waved it off, "you were bound to get it eventually."

"And seeing as you eventually should be able to wield this sword," she added, "I doubt you have any more use for a silver dagger seeing as this blade can basically kill anything."

A laugh bubbled up from my throat. "Yes, I indeed don't need a silver dagger anymore." Or any kind of weapon really, I thought, realizing I did not had to pay thousands of dollars to get my own arsenal like my grandparents have in their attic and basement. Talk about a money saver.

"How can I repay you?" I asked.

My grandmother shook her head. "Just slay as many evil sons of bitches as you can," she replied with a grin.

"I will. They won't know what's coming for them."

"I can give you a sports bag if you want, where you can put the sword in," my grandmother offered. "You can't exactly walk around with a flaming sword over the streets. Not even in a place like New York."

"That would be a good idea," I replied, not exactly feeling like being arrested by the cops or something like that because I held a sword. It would be best not to attach too much attention to myself. Swift and unnoticed, like a shadow.

"I'm sure that there's one in your old room..." my grandmother said, "you can go and get it, if you want."

I nodded my head and awkwardly swung my bag over my shoulder with the hand that wasn't holding Glorious. I picked up my cup of coffee and gulped it all down, before I left the attic. I held Glorious tightly in my hand, being careful not to accidentally bump a picture frame or something off the walls. I glanced momentarily at the pictures, my eyes catching sign of a picture of my younger self smiling a toothy-grin at the camera and completely covered in mud from head to toe. Ghost was seated next to my younger self, covered in mud as well, but looking less amused.

Shaking my head softly, I walked past the countless pictures covering the wall. Forcing my attention away from the memories, I pushed open the door that led to my old room. A wave of nostalgia hit me, forcing me to take a step back and clench my hand tightly around Glorious' hilt.

Ever since my mother died when I was small, I have lived by my grandparents seeing as I never knew my father. We have moved around a few times, and when we finally went to New York when I was a teenager, I could design my own room. Ever since I moved out, it barely changed. Maybe except for that it wasn't that messy and there weren't any schoolbooks sprawled over the covers of the bed.

My eyes went towards the large black, wooden arrows that covered one of the walls and I recalled how my grandfather had made them for me as decoration for my room. The blanket and pillows on the bed were still the same. And there was still a cream-colored carpet covering the floor.

Gently placing Glorious on the covers of the bed, I kneeled down and looked under the bed. Just as I expected, my old sports bag was still there. I pulled it out from under the bed and zipped it open, picking up Glorious once more and placing the angelic blade inside. It fit.

Glancing around the room once more, I swung my bag over my shoulder and took the sports bag in my hand as I leaved my old room behind myself once more.

.

"Will you be staying for dinner?" My grandmother asked.

I looked up from the book about demonic hierarchy I was reading. After I had gotten a bag for Glorious, I went back to the Creatures Cave to study the countless lore and mythology books my grandparents have. My grandfather was still grumbling on about demons a few chairs away.

"No, thank you," I declined. "I'll eat my dinner at Alec's. I promised my friends I would come."

An amused grin formed on my grandmother's face. "Then you should probably go. It's already past nine."

Eyes slightly wide, I put down the book and swung my bag over my shoulder, picking up the sports bag that held Glorious. I gave my grandmother a sheepish grin. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it. Have fun with your friends," she told me, giving me a warm hug. "Remember, if you call the sword's name, it will come to you," she whispered in my ear. I nodded and pulled back.

I glanced back at my grandfather. "Bye, pops! I will be going now!"

John held up his hand in a greeting. "Watch out for the demons! Make sure you stack on holy water, big things are going to happen!" He called after me.

"I'm not worried about demons," I grinned. "They should watch out for me." I added. An angelic blade like Glorious should be able to kill even a Greater Demon, so I wasn't worried.

Tightening my hold on the strap of the sports bag, I nodded at my grandparents one last time before I turned around and left the Creatures Cave, leaving their home behind me.

I looked up at the sky and breathed in the air of Manhattan, rolling my shoulders slightly before I hailed down a cab and went towards my friends.

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Next chapter is up, my little demons!

Maybe a bit shorter than usual - my apologies... but don't worry, interesting stuff will happen soon enough (a new monster will appear and, of course, our dearest Luci will make another appearance as well)

Anyway, make sure you comment below about what you thought of this chapter so far! The name Harlynn gave the angelic blade? Will she master the flaming blade? What do you think of her old room? Predictions? What do you think is gonna be the monster?

I don't really know what else I'm supposed to put here, so I just keep it at this... until the next time.

Hugs and knives,

- Luci