Defiant 2 (6/365)

 The angel did not want to resort to violence, but this insolent human was forcing his hand. The angel moved over him, glaring toward the center of his heart, the last thing holding Aranda Santoso's spirit. He held the fourth card with contempt, and read its content as firm as he could. It would be the third call, a last resort to be used for stubborn spirits who refused to acknowledge their fate.

 "ARANDA SANTOSO!" the angel shouted, the ground shook below him, "SON OF HENDRA SANTOSO, SON OF HEUW LEUNG FONG, YOU HAVE DIED TODAY, 20 MARCH 2009, ELEVEN TEN IN THE NIGHT. RISE AND FOLLOW ME TO THE GATE OF HEAVEN, WHERE YOUR LAST REST WILL BE DECIDED BY HEAVEN!"

 The sky rumbled, thunder cracked, wind bellowed. The angel's last call would rip the spirit out of the body it clinged to, the final means commonly used for runaway ghosts, evil spirits haunting the living, specters. It was working. The body below him began to reverberate as the ground shook. Thunder clapped clapped above them, and Aranda Santoso began to part from his body.

 A drop of tear fell from his eye, along with a faint cry. Then, a tower of lightning crept toward the earth, its light blinding green, and the tip reached Aranda's body. The ground was on fire, nothing but burnt dirt, and steaming smoke.  There was no sign of his body nor his spirit.

 The angel froze on his place. The words on the card he held began to disappear, leaving nothing as the rain began to fall. The young man's last cry echoed as he processed what just happened, and vowed to find the missing spirit before he himself disappeared with the three spirits.

 I'm not his son anymore.