Azrael entered the room and stood at the foot of Chase Hall's bed, gazing at him and comtemplating why he had been sent here and the nature of the man before him.
Chase sensed a presense in the room and came awake in an instant. He stared at the apparition at the foot of his bed. He saw an impossibly tall figure, wearing a dark, hooded cloak that brushed the floor. The image of a scythe sprang into his mind and he shuddered.
"Who are you? How did you get into my room?" Chase asked the silent figure. There was no reply and he began to get angry. "I asked you who you are?" He repeated his question.
"I am Azrael. I've come for you. It is your time to go." The cloaked figure had a deep voice and spoke with a finality that defied discussion.
Azrael stood with a stillness that denied life and Chase felt a chill move through his body. He knew the name from his childhood. His grandmother told him, if he wasn't a good boy, the Archangel Azrael, the angel of death, would come for him in the night. He would be carried to the judgement seat, to answer for his sins. Chase shook his head, thinking he must be dreaming. Azrael was a myth, something used to frighten children, nothing more.
"What have I done,that makes you come now? I'm not sick or dying, why are you here?" Chase said. He studied the cloaked figure, wondering if this was his last night, if his grandmother had been right.
Azrael gazed at him, until Chase began to squirm in his bed. "I've come for you because you are a liar. It is time for you to come with me." Azrael lifted a bony finger and pointed at Chase. "Now." His voice rang with absolute power, there was no choice, no question in the word 'now' as he uttered it.
Chase glared at Azrael, anger spiking through him. "Everyone lies, are you going to kill everyone?" His face flushed red with his anger, but the feeling faded away quickly. He knew he lied everyday as part of his job, it was almost required. Certainly that wasn't a reason to die.
"Yes. Everyone lies. Lying keeps the peace and enables some to hide themselves and others from danger. You do not lie to avoid hurt feelings or to improve your self image. Your lies are not those called white. You lie to deliberately cause harm to others, your lies are a perjury. They are base and a sickness in you. You want to hurt those you lie to." Azrael stood silent, a grim specter waiting for Chase to speak, giving him a chane to exonerate himself, if he could.
"No wait, I lie for a good reason. I don't want to hurt people, I try to unmask evil people so they will be seen for what they are. I lie to make them confess their offenses." Chase said. He watched Azrael stroke his chin, as if in thought. "Lying is wrong, I know that, but I lie to trick the truth out of the evil ones. I lie to get them out of society. It's for the greater good, can't you see that?" Chase pushed forward his claim for his life.
Azrael came around the foot of the bed and sat beside Chase on his bed. He sat thinking about lies and what caused them. He thought of Chase and his lies and realized the people he lied to were all on their way to Hell. Any lies told by this Peace Officer was, indeed, for the good of society and perhaps, wasn't of the dying type at all.
The gaunt figure stood and stared into the man's eyes, looking deep into his soul, as no one ever had. He turned and left the room, walking through the locked door.
Chase shivered, realizing the truth of the old saying of feeling someone walk over your grave. He breathed in deeply, wishing his grandmother was still alive to hear about this nights visit from Azrael, to hear how he had been judged and was still alive...to lie another day.