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Wayward Wings -Escape
Her eyes drifted to the dimly lit cage they held him in. He was in there kneeling, at the center. Her gaze didn't long. The fear that her brothers and sisters would hear her forbidden thoughts, stole her pleasure, and reduced their connection to quick looks. She was an angel of the highest order, yet, in love with the demon kneeling in that cage.
All she ever knew were the commands of heaven. She carried out whatever edict given. She never questioned anything. Long after heaven ended the word of man, she almost questioned it. Sure, they were sinners and wicked creations of flesh, but they were made that way. Nobody dared question heaven or it's motive. To do so, would find your wings torn, stripped of your glory, and likely caged with the demons to be judged.
Angels roamed freely on earth now. The war of revelations had been fought. As was foretold, Satan and his demons had been defeated. The men who survived on earth we're made servants of heaven. She had spent so long reading the thoughts of men. In a strange way, she envied then. They were given the opportunity to choose. In the world they once owned, a love like this could be acted upon.
Some of the rebel demons still occupied the earth. They hid in various strongholds and fought heaven in small skirmishes. The demon in the cage was one such fighter. She remembered his capture. Surrounded by her brothers and sisters, he fought valiantly. He had ripped the wings off of three of them before he was brought in. In the cages, she was tasked with supervising the imprisonment of all demons, as they awaited heaven's judgment. None were ever found innocent. They all met the same fate. Heaven destroyed them.
In the time after his capture, she grew more curious about him. He was not unlike her. He was given orders and he followed them. He just happened to get his orders from the wrong side. Their exchanges we're always wordless. It was something in the way he looked at her, it stirred deep emotions she shouldn't have. The task of controlling her thoughts of him was becoming too much to bear. They had an unspoken bond, one that could never be.
The day she learned he was to be judged sparked a conflict in her. How could she let him perish? None of her kind ever made her feel this way. In his bravery, he just knelt in that position most of the higher warrior demons assumed upon capture. Satan had made these demons in mockery of heaven. They were beautiful. Nearly 10 feet in the measurements of man, not an inch of his frame was undefined, he was old, nearly as old as her.
The orders to bring him before the throne we're delivered by a lower angel. She received the edict and masked her sorrow. Even these single winged angels could read minds, and would not hesitate to report her transgression. She was not the first in this. Other angels had fallen into peril with these demons. She could only imagine it was under the same circumstance. Neither side was truly free. They both were nothing but tools used in a war between heaven and hell. A chance at that freedom and its pleasure was extremely tempting.
The dilemma stood before her nonetheless. He was to be destroyed and she was to deliver him to that destruction. As if on cue, she glanced at his form. Communication was had. Pictured in her mind's eye we're the answers. She knew she would not let him be destroyed. She would become something else. Something more than what man used to call "machine." A feeling of warmth that was normally reserved for when she was in the presence of the throne consumed her. In a strange turn of occurrences, her demon stood in his cage. That was peculiar. The warriors never stood in captivity. Slowly he walked to the bars. He looked at her and everything they had shared was confirmed.
Two lower angels appeared. It was time. Decisions and calculations raced in her mind. She turned to the two lower angels. Sending them away, not before, taking the bindings they used to bind the demons with. She approached his cage, recited the words to unlock it, and stepped inside. His eyes, black as obsidian, caressed her. Finally, he spoke, "you don't have to do this, I accept my fate." She looked back at him and said, "I do not accept this fate for either of us." Smiling at her he said, "we will be hunted by both our kind." Placing a hand on his chest, while handing him the sword they used, she said with finality, "let them come."
© Rising Darkstar
All she ever knew were the commands of heaven. She carried out whatever edict given. She never questioned anything. Long after heaven ended the word of man, she almost questioned it. Sure, they were sinners and wicked creations of flesh, but they were made that way. Nobody dared question heaven or it's motive. To do so, would find your wings torn, stripped of your glory, and likely caged with the demons to be judged.
Angels roamed freely on earth now. The war of revelations had been fought. As was foretold, Satan and his demons had been defeated. The men who survived on earth we're made servants of heaven. She had spent so long reading the thoughts of men. In a strange way, she envied then. They were given the opportunity to choose. In the world they once owned, a love like this could be acted upon.
Some of the rebel demons still occupied the earth. They hid in various strongholds and fought heaven in small skirmishes. The demon in the cage was one such fighter. She remembered his capture. Surrounded by her brothers and sisters, he fought valiantly. He had ripped the wings off of three of them before he was brought in. In the cages, she was tasked with supervising the imprisonment of all demons, as they awaited heaven's judgment. None were ever found innocent. They all met the same fate. Heaven destroyed them.
In the time after his capture, she grew more curious about him. He was not unlike her. He was given orders and he followed them. He just happened to get his orders from the wrong side. Their exchanges we're always wordless. It was something in the way he looked at her, it stirred deep emotions she shouldn't have. The task of controlling her thoughts of him was becoming too much to bear. They had an unspoken bond, one that could never be.
The day she learned he was to be judged sparked a conflict in her. How could she let him perish? None of her kind ever made her feel this way. In his bravery, he just knelt in that position most of the higher warrior demons assumed upon capture. Satan had made these demons in mockery of heaven. They were beautiful. Nearly 10 feet in the measurements of man, not an inch of his frame was undefined, he was old, nearly as old as her.
The orders to bring him before the throne we're delivered by a lower angel. She received the edict and masked her sorrow. Even these single winged angels could read minds, and would not hesitate to report her transgression. She was not the first in this. Other angels had fallen into peril with these demons. She could only imagine it was under the same circumstance. Neither side was truly free. They both were nothing but tools used in a war between heaven and hell. A chance at that freedom and its pleasure was extremely tempting.
The dilemma stood before her nonetheless. He was to be destroyed and she was to deliver him to that destruction. As if on cue, she glanced at his form. Communication was had. Pictured in her mind's eye we're the answers. She knew she would not let him be destroyed. She would become something else. Something more than what man used to call "machine." A feeling of warmth that was normally reserved for when she was in the presence of the throne consumed her. In a strange turn of occurrences, her demon stood in his cage. That was peculiar. The warriors never stood in captivity. Slowly he walked to the bars. He looked at her and everything they had shared was confirmed.
Two lower angels appeared. It was time. Decisions and calculations raced in her mind. She turned to the two lower angels. Sending them away, not before, taking the bindings they used to bind the demons with. She approached his cage, recited the words to unlock it, and stepped inside. His eyes, black as obsidian, caressed her. Finally, he spoke, "you don't have to do this, I accept my fate." She looked back at him and said, "I do not accept this fate for either of us." Smiling at her he said, "we will be hunted by both our kind." Placing a hand on his chest, while handing him the sword they used, she said with finality, "let them come."
© Rising Darkstar
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