see a little boy looked at me

as I tilted my feet over the creek , and said to me What are you doing ?

I told him , for I am testing my wings .

He said , What wings I can't see them ?

I told him , you can't see em because I am still on the ground

he said that isn't possibly , Humans can't fly

I told him , I am angel

he said , My mom most have been one too , she jumped a week ago . Does that make me immortal .

I said , it makes you mortal

He said , How come ?

I said ,The devil didn't choose you ,God only takes the ones , with the razor marks

He said , What are razor marks

I said , Those are marks done by the devil , strikes in the middle of the night , when the quiet whispers the lonely .

He said , I think I have those too , ( he slipped up his sleeves and he showed me his marks he carved his mothers name Dahalia )

I asked him , What does your devil look like

He said , it was long and sliver with handle on it , sharp enough to cut through skin , He said what does yours look like

I said , mine is , a doubled edge with a slant bar , the blade is slightly curved , I said does yours ever talk ?

He said , It only says the things I know to be true , Mother is dead , and you couldn't save her , What does your say ?

I said , Mine tells me , I am dead , and no one can save you , Do you think angels go to heaven or hell ?

He said , Heaven Because only sinners understand heaven , Hell is place for people , who hurt gods angels . you gonna jump Now

I said , My wings won't open

He said , Neither can Mine , Lets try

we stood There for five mintues with our hands stretched outward , waiting for the wind to catch us .

He turned to me , he said , shaking and crying with disbelif , Momma was angel , wasnt she ? could've took me with her , to meet the man upstairs .

I giggled , and put my hand in my pocket and a lit cigar , and watched the smoke fade in the air , and mumbled , angels...

#angels are everywhere #fallen angels are the ones , who broke their wings on reality # duct tape wings #a little pixie dust never hurt nobody

I feel I’m being followed... for a couple of months now.

And no, not by the “bad guys”, not the terrorists, a secret agent sent from the government... or my ex. No. It’s a girl I have been seeing all over town. A young woman in a rainbow scarf, and no matter what the weather, she always wears it... only the material changes. It’s a thick woolen scarf on the winter days and a light shawl on the days that are filled with the sun and heat... that’s when I first saw her, about 4 months ago. It was just a glimpse at first, as I headed through the park.

She stood by the pond and was staring at her own reflection in the water. I would give her more thought but was in a hurry and had to get to work on time. I had a photoshoot to plan for the day and was already behind with everything. Lately, I couldn’t find the time for anything, always running, always in a hurry. So I just walked by, no longer thinking about the girl in a rainbow scarf.

Until the next day and the day after that. I kept seeing her all over the place.

When I bought coffee in the coffee shop when I tied my shoelaces near the metro...

when I was leaving work and she was sitting by the fountain, looking at the surface of the water, somehow intrigued by the view, as if she was surprised by what she saw... like her face in the water fascinated her... as if she had never seen it before.

But I was always rushing, I could only allow myself those little glances, or maybe I didn’t wanna know why I saw her everywhere.

Why suddenly, she was a part of my life... or the background of it anyway... then after three months I started to see less and less of her... that’s when I started to actually look for her as if some part of me was missing from the picture. It took me more time,

but I somehow I managed to still find glimpses of her, realizing I never really saw her face... just the sides of it. A half smile, a profile.. those brown shinning curls that landed softly on her back. The sweet aroma of strawberries, whenever I was too busy to look.

And the always present rainbow scarf. All those tiny things that made her who she was.

The intriguing girl that seemed to follow me everywhere I went, even if I couldn’t see her. I started to take my time with everything. I made time. I let myself breath deeper, slower... and when I took photos, I saw more in my lenses... I saw how the light reflected on different surfaces, I noticed strangers smiles and took their pictures just because I wanted to, not because I had to and my work required it. And I think somehow her presence made it happen. She slipt from my background to the main star of the show.

She made it better. Even if I didn’t even know her name or the sound of her voice.

Yet she filled my heart with ease and joy that I had been looking for such a long time.

She made me stop and wonder about the world.

One afternoon, on a cold winter day, when I was walking slowly back home, finally enjoying the view and not just walking past it, I saw her. She was by the pond again, the surface almost frozen, only some parts still reflecting the objects that got close enough...

That’s when I saw her, staring at it in amazement and yet with some sadness as if she was saying goodbye to it. I frowned and came closer slowly as if she was some mystical creature or a deer in a forest. I took my time. One small step at a time.

I thought I was quiet but she saw me or just heard my presence...

She lifted her head and looked right at me, her stare digging into me and touching my being. I took a deep breath, my heart starting to pound against my ribcage. I felt cold and hot at the same time as if something strange touched me from inside. A certain slant of light, a forgiveness. Like there was nothing more to be afraid of. I stare at her and start to open my mouth to say something. She stops me by lifting her arm, silencing me and holding me in place. The rainbow scarf flowing in the air.

She smiles at me and I catch my breath. She’s so beautiful. Deep blue eyes staring at me with kindness... and then she mouths something... I furrow my eyebrows again and try to read from her lips. My eyes widen as I understand her.

“Today... it will happen today”

I hear a crack behind me and turn around, but there is nothing there. Just an empty park, the temperature in the air dropping fast. A very cold day indeed. I look back but she’s gone as if she was never there in the first place. As if everything that happened was just in my head. In my imagination. I stumble back and start to think if maybe I should take up on some medication. Because something was definitely wrong here.

I leave the park in shaky hands and reach the sidewalk. Passing the street, not even noticing when the green light changed to red. I hear a loud screech and see a taxi cab come near me with speed. My eyes turn wider again as the car runs into my and causes my body to jump in the air... I roll back on the ground, as my body bangs against the hard concrete surface. I lie there in strange position, something warm running down my face, I close my eyes to scared to even look. I feel weak, everything turning so cold...

I hear my heartbeat... as it slows down... all the noises around me fading. I breath slower and slower, thinking:

 “Is this it? So this is how it ends?”

As all the world fades away to oblivion, I hear the voice that I always wanted to hear, the voice that was in my head for the past four months. I smile as it fills my head, warm delicate fingers touching my cold hand.

“It’s okay, I am here. Don’t be afraid”

I open my eyes slowly and see a light. A light so bright it erases everything else. Yet it does not hurt my eyes.

“I was wondering where you were, I am never without you”

“Shhh... you have lost a lot of blood but it will be okay. You’re going to be okay, I promise”

“I’m not going with you?”

I ask, suddenly understanding who she was, or maybe I knew it all along. Maybe I knew that there was an angel looking over me all this time.

“No, not yet my sweet. They said I could still keep you and watch your beautiful life”

I look at her and smile. The light fades away and I see her face full of wonder. She is so beautiful, not just her looks but everything about her, as if she possesses a light of her own. And I know its true. She is the brightness that lifts the dark. My personal, kind light that is always with me and forever it will stay.

“And what made them change their minds?”

“You. And your new found love for this world. I started to notice the beauty of it and what really mattered”

She says and touches the place’s where my heart is. The warmth of her hand breaking through the material and filling me with her kindness.

“What is your name, my angel...?”

″Why, didn’t you know? I am your Grace”

She says with a smile and my heart starts to expand, wanting to be filled with all the love that I have for this woman. For my angel. I touch her scarf and stare at her questioningly. Her smile turns mischievous and I can see a certain spark that I haven’t noticed there before.

″To remind you, that life is filled with so many colors. Not just the greys”

″Thank you, my Grace... my sweet angel. Never leave me please”

“Oh, I plan to stay for a very, very long time”

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Music inspriration : Birdy “Not about angels”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxVUee4WsoA

Many do not know that night can fall on the Heavens too. The yellow, brightly lit star far below the district of Paradise now had a blue hue around it, signifying the night has come.

Deep within the many structures inside the Archangel Citadel were the Council's living quarters. Nine large, separate rooms for each council member. Eight of them were vacent. It was never required that all the members had to live inside the citadel. Mike would be on Earth, serving out his temporary suspension until he was called back again. Gabi would switch between crashing in her own living quarters and staying over at her girlfriend's home. Barachiel never stayed inside his room. He had his own private home to return to, where is wife and large family would be waiting. Nor did the Archangel of Truth, Azrael, before his mysterious absence, rarely stayed in this room. Although, many suspected that the elder angel rarely slept. And now it was completely empty, collecting dust on empty spaces.

The sole angel that was present in their living quarters was the Archangel of Peace herself, Ariel. She had informed the others that she was going to turn in early for the night, leaving the rest to discuss what had to be done about the return of their ancient enemy. She lied of course. Still awake and staring out into the vast, floating cityscape of Paradise.

The room was dark. Not that this made a difference to a blind angel like her. Many shadows project throughout the room from the star's light. Suddenly one of the shadows moved. It slithered out from a cracked corner and down slowly to the floor. The shape moved itself closer to the archangel like stalking predator.

Ariel smiled. "I was wondering if that was you lurking in the shadows," she told the shadow that encroached behind. "I was concerned you may not come this time."

The shadow stepped into the light, taking the form of a large centaurian-insectoid demon wearing a heavy cloak over its hunched shoulders. The head was rounded with three pairs of soulless, spider-like eyes, and wore a dark mitre hat over its brows. A black, ragged scarf covered the lower half of its hideous face. Around the neck was a glass amulet that looked like a human skull. The demon's large arachnid legs carried its great body. Clik-clik-clik. The archangel listened to them tap across her floor. Following the sounds of its feet came another sound came from a wooden staff that the demon carried in its six-fingered hand.

"It takes a while to slip through that magical barrier the Creator set long ago," a low voice bellowed. Ariel could make out that it came from a set of pincers that clicked together. "It still amazes me that it has kept demons out for so long." These pincers would always be hidden behind a scarf it wore. The archangel did not react. She knew precisely who the intruder was.

Ariel turned to face the demon directly. "How have you been, Legion?" she gave the ancient demon a friendly smile.

"Doing fine, thank you lady Ariel." Legion answered. "Everything is well in the Inferno too." he poured himself two cups of tea he brought on his trip. "We are, however, experiencing a greater rise in scavenger populations lately. The origin of this is still a mystery." Legion offered the archangel one of the cups. Ariel thanked him and stretched out her hand. It missed the cup, going for the demon's large face. Her fingers brushed along the scarf over his mouth, feeling the sleek threads under her fingertips.

"Is that the scarf I gave you several decades ago," she asked. "during the time of the Winter Solstice?"

Legion gulped. "I... hadn't noticed." Each six of those eyes followed the path her hand went. "They all look the same in these old eyes of mine." Ariel smiled again. He was always a bad liar in front of her. It was indeed the scarf she gave him, recognizing the stitchwork from the silks made from garasu spiders of Yomi.

Once she was done teasing the old spider-demon she took a cup from him. Her lips sipped into the mucus-colored liquid. She was possibly the only living being brave enough to drink Legion's tea, and actually enjoy it. It smelled of moldy seaweed and tasted like rotten pumpkins. Just how the demon brewed it.

"We have scavengers of our own, I'm afraid." Ariel said. She explained to the devil's royal advisor about the attacks on Paradise. How they had been orchastrated by the Fallen. The Council had a theory of who was the mastermind behind this attack, and who had sent them all free. It was likely the mysterious master that Mike informed the Council of when Abbodon spoke of him.

Legion six eyes looked concerned. "Could this mean-"

"Yes," she finished for him. "Our old adversary, the First of the Fallen, may yet still live. After all this time."

"He certainly isn't the first to elude death."

"Present company included?"

Legion darted her with those six eyes, and Ariel could tell. He wasn't one for humor. "I can inform Lord Lucifer to keep an eye out for any of these Fallen for you," the ancient sorcerer told her.

"It would be very appreciated. Thank you."

Legion lifted his scarf up and sipped into his own cup. "And how are Michael and Lucifer's children?" Ariel glanced at him, surprised that he would know such information. "When one lurks in the shadows, they cannot help but easedrop on a few conversations." he explained.

"They are fine," the archangel answered. "Safely at home with their parents."

"But something else worries you."

Ariel nodded. "Michael's message from the Creator. The possibility of Baracrus' return."

"Are you certain it was from Him?" Legion asked, stirring his tea with one of his fingers.

"I'm not sure. But he may be right."

The royal adviser glanced up. "You've seen something?" he asked again.

The archangel moved to her wide window, gazing out with her covered eyes. "A great fire. A black fire." she said. "It started in the Inferno. Then it spread to Earth, and then the Heavens followed. In that fire, I felt it. A cold embrace. Dark eyes pierced through the smoke and the flames. His eyes. They are the eyes of a monster." More and more she remembered the vision. Legion asked how long ago she foresaw it. A month was her answer. It was a secret she kept from the rest of her councilmen. Her hands tremored slightly when she thought back to the deceased demon conqueror, and what he had done to her people and home.

Legion sensed his friend's fear. "We have taken every precaution. There is no possible way Baracrus can return." He wasn't trying to convince her. More of trying to convince himself of this. But he knew that the archangel's foresight ability was accurate most of the time.

"Regardless, we must be prepared. Should Baracrus return, not even the Creator would can stop him."

"And you believe Michael's theory? An alliance between angels and demons. Together to stop Baracrus? There have been no attempts like this before."

Ariel looked back. "There's you and me." she joked. Her ears heard Legion chuckle. Only she could make this old grouch laugh. "The humans could help. They have always served as the balance between our worlds. They may be the key to stopping this evil. This Gravely family in particular. They may be the ones to unite the universe as a whole."

"Then perhaps the only action we can take in this moment is allow the wheels of fate to turn." Legion said.

Ariel agreed. "Then while they turn..." the archangel directed Legion's attention to a small table, where a chess board waited to be played.

"I assume you'll pick white as always?" Legion asked, interested in a game or two.

"Only because you take black as always, my old friend." Ariel said.

Legion lingered over to the other side of the table and sat down. No chair was needed for him, with his fat abdomen cushioning as a seat instead. The large spider legs crossed each other and rested. Ariel made her way to the opposite across him.

White goes first. Ariel moved her pawn.

Black was next. Legion moved his. The game had begun.

#sinsofthefather #fiction #fantasy #comedy #horror #heaven #angels

Many forms are they.

Come when needed and stay.

Comfort the lonely downtrodden and dismayed.

Bring hope, good tidings, and joy some days.

One never knows when one you’ll meet

A chance maybe passing by on the street

Yet they know you long before you greet

You will know when you’ve met one because they are so sweet.

Angels

An angel came to set me free, to shine light in the darkness so I could see.

I’m sorry sweet angel, You can’t set me free

The darkness is where I’m meant to be

Further weakened with each attempt. The angel tried and tried, and tried again. Each time she failed, the angel wept, but failing me, she could not accept.

From my darkness the angel began to fade. Her wings broke off and her glow turned grey. Though it pained me to see the angel this way, in the darkness, I remained, as she faded away.

Last night the darkness promised me, that he would finally set my sad soul free. I wanted so badly to take his hand, and let him take me away from this land.

The pain I felt swallowed me whole. The darkness told me I must deal with it alone.

So I reached for him, but the angel held me tight, and told me that It’ll all be alright.

With tears in her eyes, she offered her soul, and showed me that darkness is not where I should go.

‘You matter’ she said to me. “You couldn’t imagine the pain you’d cause if you leave.”

Everyone needs an angel sometimes

If we all gave up on the people we love when they’re lost, then eventually we’d all find ourselves lost.

So be an angel, for the one that’s lost their way. Hold them close and tell them it’ll all be ok.

For now, my friends, I must say goodbye.

I’ve tried to keep up but Im falling behind. I’m letting down the ones I love. So I must leave the darkness, and rise above.

When you are ready, I’ll be waiting for you.

I’ll be your angel, and stand by your side

When you’re ready to leave the darkness behind.

You call me your angel

But you don't know of the

Demons who hide inside me;

These wings you stand in awe of

In reality are clipped. These,

Once symbols of freedom,

Are now my chains, hold-

ing me down, holding

Me down with you. You

Broke the bonds that held

Me, but replaced them with

Invisble ones, invisible ones

Running from your heart

To the shattered frag-

Ments of my own...And

Every night you whisper to

Me, "Spread your wings and fly,

My Little Angel..." you don't

Underrstand you tighten

Your hold on me.

I am an angel, you say,

A powerful being, and yet...

And yet I cannot escape your hold.

Given a choice between loving

You and never flying...

I choose you.

I see her step onto the bridge. She’s on the phone with someone, gesturing wildly as she walks across the road. I’m getting closer and closer.

She’s wearing a red sweater, like the one my sister wears. She has a thin scarf arund her neck. She’s young, and she’s beautiful.

I’m wondering why she doesn’t cross the road. She’s just standing there, talking. Her face is pale.

I’m getting closer and closer. My car is fast and speedy, and I wrestle with the wheel to slow down so that she has more time to reach the pavement.

But she doesn’t move.

And then I know I’m going to hit, I’m going to crash. I can see her falling as the car hits her. But I can’t bear it.

I wrench the wheel to the left. The car careens sideways and breaks through the flimsy barrier, and then I’m falling.

The water is coming closer and closer. She sees me inside, smiling at her.

Then the car hits the water with enough momentum to flatten it, and the world goes black.

It’s shining, everything’s shining. I’m floating.

I see the girl below, and she’s looking up at me. I am light, I am air, but she can see me.

Tears make her eyes shine as she mouths, Angel. You’re my guardian angel.

And I am light,I am a falling star, but I smile.

@chainedinshadow

Tears roll down her cheeks.

She watches herself cry

When her reflection cathes her eye.

I look on intrigued as she speaks.

Filled with the humblest of pride

To see ignorance come out so right.

I suppose intuition is the wisest of all.

Answers inbedded but unable to see, how free!

Irelevant is what the future brings, she begins to sing.

Aligning so many things

After her sadness leaves.

Still yet to discover her wings.

*Inspired by the artwork of WLOP - a legendary internet artist*

A fog of snow fluttered endlessly upon an open field just outside a barren town. The snowfall was too delicate to be a storm, but too plentiful to be called a flurry; it was simply a beautiful, heavy snow.

In the midst of it all was a grand sight to behold; an angel plowed through the field taking elegant strides that seemed unnaffected by the white mounds of deceleration along her path. She was fully cloaked in a velvety black guise, armored at the torso and waist. Above her hood was a large platinum ring floating perfectly in place, and furled at her back were snowflake speckled feathers that measured down to her ankles.

"Miss, miss, look, look!"

The angel towered so high above the little boy, she almost missed his calls for attention. Once she spotted the young human she stopped and leaned towards him, her massive wings stretching and swelling over his petite frame, shielding him from the snow and providing needed heat to his impoverished lack of cold-resistant clothes.

"I'm an angel too, see?"

He pointed to the halo made of sticks above his head connected to uneven twig-wings he held at his back. "And since I'm an angel, you have to respect me." he said this with a children's pride; the type of pride a child would never hide.

The angel tucked her hands behind her back, closed her eyes and bowed. Silver hair flung out of her hood and he caught sight of her majestic youthful look. The face hidden inside was babyish with innocence yet wise with kindness, that's when the boy thought...

'hey, we don't look so different, I don't need to lie. I can really be an angel too if I close my eyes and try' so he dropped his disguise and thought real hard with valient hope and a rub of his frost-bitten toes. Then when he opened his eyes, to his surprise, he had his own feathered wings and a bronze-golden halo.