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What was left of it and how he’d gotten to be where he is. This precise moment, theses seconds were all a reminder of what little time he had left. He’d made friends, he’d made enemies, and he’d bedded his fair share of women over the last two hundred years. Now, he only had a couple of weeks to say his goodbyes and make lasting memories before he was in another place, another time. Time on his plane worked differently than on Earth’s plane. It was unending. A place folding in on itself repeatedly where one could live infinitely beyond millennia because time was never kept. There were no clocks, no moon and sun phases to signal the end or start of the day. There was just existence and the push to carry out one’s purpose. His purpose was death. He’d gone by many names, had been called many things. All of them fit aptly.
    Gibril.
    Jibrīl.
    Jibrāʾīl.
    Gavri'el.
    Gaḇrîʼēl.
    All were names he’d been called throughout his long life.
    Heralder of Death.
    Angel of Death.
    Harbinger of Death. That one was his favorite.
    Tenth Plague.
    Angel of Death over Kings.
    Man in Linen.
    Agent of Death.
    Hired Assassin.
    All were titles that were given to him. In fact, it was the last one that exiled him to Earth’s realm for two hundred years. Here on Earth, time dragged by its rotation around the Sun. Eight point six four, plus thirteen nanoseconds equaled twenty-four hours, which equaled one day, which in turn, equaled point nine nine seven two eight three four four ninth’s of a year. Which one could easily round to one. However, that small slice of time added up to seventy-three thousand, forty-eight days. Gabe wasn’t worried about the four after the decimal because that was small in comparison. Out of time served, he had twenty thousand, one hundred and sixty minutes left to go on his sentence and then he could come and go between realms as his pleased. As long as he didn’t interfere with the threads of time, as he’d done in the past, and remained unseen to the souls of the living.
    Two fucking weeks. Then he’d be invisible to Earth’s realm, oh he could come and go as he pleased as long as he was unseen. Invisible. Non-existent.
    Gabe pushed through the double doors and walked into the War Room where Dravaggio waited. The other man sat relaxed at the head of the table, arms folded and resting on the glass as his fingers tapped out some beat only he could hear. His purple eyes fixated on something past Gabe’s shoulder.
    “Sir?”
    The Captain’s eyes focused and nodded toward one of the empty chairs in the room. He cleared his throat.
    “Glad you’re back. The last candidate will be here in a few minutes. I wanted to go over what I know of her.”
    Her? All the possible replacements had been male thus far, not that he really cared about gender, but in the end, Gabe didn’t have time for entanglements. He’d seen it happen so many times when two people of the opposite gender worked in close quarters together. Lines were crossed and feelings began to bleed into the project. Not a chance. Leaving in a matter of weeks. That was the only security he had. He could explain up front should she secure the job, that he was leaving and there was no use in either of them developing any sort of feelings for the other. Hopefully she’d work out. All the other candidates had failed.
    “Who is she?”
    Dravaggio relaxed his shoulders and stopped drumming his fingers on the table.
    “Kapua Hale.”
    Hawaiian, that was definitely different.
    “Tell me what you know about Hosts.”
    “They host the Para-housed. Typically, they can be human but most of the time there is something more about them. Humans view hosts as possessed. Most of the time the unfortunates end up in institutions or suffer mental damage depending on the type of Para housed inside of them. They’re loners and to someone like me, can be extremely vulnerable as it’s in my nature to take the soul and place it where it belongs.”
    “Kapua