Axel stared at the bright stars on the clear sky; they kept hitting against each other for a few minutes, and eventually a limit was reached.
In just one motion, all of them collapsed on one another, and a high explosion reached the faraway corners of the earth. Red, green, blue, and so many colors took care of the sky, as if claiming it as their own.
And then, a cold droplet of colorful water fell into Axel's right hand, and one followed, and quickly as they appeared, a rain came together.
Though beautiful that moment was, Axel felt something wrong was coming, a shiver down his spine. And rightfully so, everything began to blur: his vision, mind, and feelings. He could see sounds, he could taste vision.
Everything became wrong, out of place. But the worst of it all, the voices.
Unlike his dream, they all seemed like people. Normal citizens like him, they screamed, cried, and begged for forgiveness, all in different languages; even so, he could understand them just by the tone of their voices
Soon, he too started to beg; he didn't know why, but his mind begged for it.
"Get up. Your time hasn't come yet."
Was that for someone else, or for him?
He couldn't quite say so, but he took that voice, calm and composed, to his heart.
That was enough to wake him up.
But the sound of vast explosions was what made him anchor himself in the real world again.
Planes were crashing down, and near the start of his street, a car crashed into the light pole. People fell in the middle of the street, and sometimes were run over, sometimes not.
Chaos. That was the best world he could define everything in.
In between this chaos, Axel finally thought of his brother.
If he had felt those voices, what about his little brother?
How could a small child handle it all?
Turning around, the man bashed against the door, opening it roughly.
He ran as much as he could, not minding the pain of hitting against the sharp corners of the furniture in his front.
"PEMOTA!"
A shout that could be mistaken as a cry for help. He had never climbed the stairs of his house faster than today, and eventually, he was right in front of the door to his little brother's room.
BANG
BANG
He knocked on the door two times, strongly enough that the boy would wake up if sleeping. Fortunately for Axel, it didn't take too much time for his brother to open the door.
"Oh, god."
Seeing his brother safe and sound was the kick to make his heart beat normally again. It felt as if an anvil had been removed from his back.
Kneeling right in front of Pemota, Axel wasted no time in wrapping his hands around the rebel brown hair of the boy, pulling him closer to a warm hug.
"Bro? Are you okay?"
"Yes… Yes, as long as you are."
Pemota's little body shivered. Even though he was a child, sometimes, he was far more perceptive than some adults. By the way his big bro chest went up and down, now in a more stable motion, he was in some kinda of distress.
That's why Pemota hugged him back, his little arms surrounding his body.
It took a long time for Axel to separate from Pemota, and it took a long time for him to stop staring at his brother's face.
"Sorry, I scared you, right?"
Pemota shook his head, up and down.
"It's just… Well, don't worry about it."
How could he explain to a small child all that he saw?
Yeah, I watched stars fight in the sky. Later, I became one with countless people.
Even he wouldn't believe those words.
"Yeah, I wouldn't either."
What?
He blinked. Pemota shot him a curious glance.
"Oh, sorry."
A voice sounded in his head, far different from his own.
Far different from those begging.
"It's ill-mannered of me not present myself first."
He continued speaking, while Axel's face couldn't remove the confused look.
"You can call me Blue, one of the many Angels you saw earlier."
Angels? I saw others earlier?
"What?"
"What?" Pemota responded to his brother, and his brother shook his head quickly.
"Nothing, bro, sorry. I just remembered I had some work from college to do."
The voice waited for his and his brother's conversation to end, then finally resumed speaking inside Axel's mind.
"Yes, Angels. Those big stars in the sky." He took a deep breath, though. How could something inside a mind take a breath? "We were fighting, a war of sorts. It ended badly for every Angel, and we fell onto Earth."
"You want me to believe you are an Angel who fell to earth? And why the fuck are you inside my mind?"
Axel heard a laugh, a graceful laugh.
"Well… Yes. How else would you explain everything you saw and felt before? All those souls converging in one place?"
"I…"
"Yeah, you can't. Look, I understand, it sounds strange for humans."
"It does."
"Anyway. For the reason I'm inside your head, it's simple. You're my heir." Again, Axel responded by blinking his eyes a few times. "Not by blood, of course. Your goals connect with mine, and so, my fragmented mind chose you."
He couldn't believe in all of this; after all, this entire conversation was happening inside his mind. This all could mean one thing only: he was getting crazy.
"Before you lose your mind, I suggest you look at the window."
Was that really worth it?
He sighed, got up, and walked towards the window.
The moment the curtain was open, the sunlight could find its way inside Axel's house.
But the true problem lay in a gigantic meteor heading towards his home, and he froze.
Clearly, there wasn't enough time; not only would they be directly hit, but even if they flew, the shock of the explosion would eventually fight against them.
In a few and short words, they were fucked.