|
|
|
The young fallen angel was kneeling on a bed of straw. Black chains were on both of his wrists, making it impossible for him to fly away. He was also blind folded, so he couldn't cast any spells. there was also a circle drawn around him so the Arch Angels or anything else couldn't find him. The fallen angel was very young, at least when he died. he was barely a child. 15. A man in his time. But now, he was sobbing. the chains ripped his shoulders out of their sockets, the room was below freezing, and his naked body was too cold to move. Even as an angel a fallen one eve, he could feel pain, he couldn't die. The man that held him captive touched his face and kissed his mouth tenderly. His black and golden wings beat harshly, struggling to fly away. he waked at his captor.
"Oh shhh." he whispered. "You should be happy that I have you, those Arch angels will find you the moment you leave." He chuckled, rubbing his shoulder harshly, leaving a bruise. A twisted cloth was around his throat at the moment.
"Please. You don't... you cant!" He sobbed again, the man rubbed his side and kissed his throat. he sobbed again, trying to pull away. The man pulled the gag back into his mouth and laughed. The young fallen sobbed. A while later the fallen angel was unconscious, still kneeling on the straw, whip marks all over his back, one of his wings lay useless against his side. A clock somewhere in the village struck midnight, the wounds began to heal, and his body was as good as new again. He awoke. His head hurt, and his body was free of the frostbite. He he could smell the the candle lit circle on the ground. He reached his foot over and kicked a candle over the room caught fire, he coughed as smoke started to rise. And an arch angel appeared, grinning.
"Why if it isn't a fallen, what has the world done to you?"
"Kill me, take me to hell, PLEASE." He cried, the angel chuckled. and walked over to the young fallen.
"You didn't help Lucifer on purpose. Haha, well, I can free you and take you away from the man that has held you here, but I can't do much else. Its against the game.
"Please." he whimpered, the angel sighed and removed the dark shackles with a flick of his wrist. the young fallen fell to his side, gasping for breath. He sobbed, the Angel helped him up, and took off the golden cloak he wore. He wrapped it around his naked body and lifted him up. Flying out of the small opening in the cellar, he nocked down the man on his way out. He became angry and shot at him. He missed and gave up, hurring down the stairs to put out the fire. The Angel took the Fallen to a church. It was an old church that was falling appart. The fallen slept on the floor, curled up under the cloak. The fallen watched him, he was like a child again.
"You were a gaurdian angel, Amarann." Amarann's brow became troubeled as he slept. The angel watched him.
"No... stop it... please! Stop it, please... stop" He sobbed as he slept. the Angel sighed and lifted him into his arms and held him. His arms glowed and the fallen's body relaxed again.
"I would love to have that power, Allue. Being able to calm any terror or fury in a persons mind. Its harder to preform on angels, right?" An angel said, appearing in the door way.
"Yes, I have to keep complete body contact, or the terror, especially a nightmare, will come back times 6." he answered
"Why is he naked?" He asked, sitting down next to them.
"He was naked when I found him." He answered "Now shhh, if I become angry or sad or afraid, he will. Its different for Fallen angels."
"well, are you going to redeem him, or kill him?" He asked, stroaking Amarann's hair.
"What is with you and stroaking hair?" the angel shrugged.
"I just love the feeling of hair. He's been afraid, many men he didn't know, he had no power, the chains, they took away his powers, he couldn't fly, couldn't use his abilities to save himself. He was afraid, then pain, a lot of pain. Thats what his hair tells me. If i touched his back or thighs, i'd know everything that went on down their. Same with any other person. I also know he's been running from you and nine other for years, hundreds. Your a hunter. The angels that defied god and went with Lucifer you find them, kill them. The ones that are considered... accidental, or that were threatened into doing it, you redeem, don't you? Lucifer was very good at convincing people, it was part of his gift. How god loved that Angel. Why didn't you leave him to die?"
"Because, I was watching his ripple, Frey, and i saw him talking to Lucifer, Lucifer looked over his shoulder at the boy he was guarding, an abused child, The boy, you see, liked to hold knives against his throat and threatened to yank. When Lucifer saw this holding a knife against his wrist, he was about to cut open the flesh. and he whispered in Amarann's ear. 'I could make him do it you know, I could make him take that plunge any time i wanted to. You love him, like he was your own son. You have to help me with my revolution and I need someone closer to God's gates. so I can throw him down and kill him myself.' The boy was his life, thats how guardian angels are. They love their children, they are with the mothers from the time they become pregnant, all the way through the pregnancy, to the time their children die, and they bring them to heaven. But if they kill them selves... well, their souls became ghosts, screaming and struggling in their personal torment forever. Even if it was influenced. Out of terror and saddness, he did as Lucifer ordered, and his son, lived to the end of his days. He was forced. So i will let him live, he'll be redeemed, but he wont be able to come back up to heaven."
"I see."
"he should be peaceful in sleep now." The angel said, placing Amarann back down on the ground and sighing.
"He's so young for his age." He sighed again and the two Angels left the church, talking softly in between themselves. When they came back in, Amarann was awake, he was trying to get his wings to fold out again, to work, so he could run.
"Whoa whoa whoa, Amarann, its alright, I'm going to redeem you!" Allue said, placing an arm around his old friends shoulders.
"Please dont touch me. And I don't want to face God again, not after..." He trailed off and bit his lip. "Plus I betrayed him, killed so many of his pets, and... I just can't." he said, again trying to unfold his wings, but crying out when he did.
"Amarann, you can stay on earth, for ever and be hunted, or you can stay or go as you like, and not be hunted."
"I still have a debt to pay. I will be the last fallen you redeem." He said.
"At least let me help you. You're in need of rest, clothes, and... you know the unholy wounds that healed only because of an unholy spell will come back, youll need a holy healing." Amarann coughed and relaxed slightly.
"Can you at least tell me... I know i don't have a right to know, but Lucifer didn't kill him did he? Didn't take Muhammeds life did, he?"
"No, you son lived out his days, he sometimes watches you, you know. And he wears the mark of a truly great being well. he has become a guardian, like you were, and others need your guidence now!" Amarann's eyes softened, he nodded.
"Alright, help me." He said, coughing again. "But I wont come back." Allue nodded, for the next few days, he worked on healing his friends wounds. Amarann still cried and begged and sobbed in his sleep. But not as much, once they took him to a small villiage where the keeper gave him a bed and a room, warm blankets and a fire. the keeper was an angel as well. Only she was one that stayed with the humans, she was an angel of death and life. Two angels came soon later. One of wounded.
"We were ambushed, by demons!" They shared a room with the young fallen, who was now in a sort of coma most of the time. He only awoke to eat or drink.
"Amarann, the guardian that Lucifer forced, huh? Your going to redeem him, we can bring him up with s when Shalleh heals."
"No. he doesn't want to go back up. He hates himself for hisbetrayal towards god, and something else happened, he's been being held captive by a man named... I believe Santuse."
"Santuse? the devil himself bore that man from his belly. Disgusting. 12 young men has he stolen and... defiled."
"Defiled?" Allue asked, turning towards him, a questioning look on his face.
"i do not like it when a man lies with another man or a woman with another woman, but i don't hate it like many angels hate it, even He harbors resent for them, however, it makes me sick horribly sick, when a man forces another man to lie with him. And Santuse, has done just that, many times. He even... and i'm his guardian angel."
"Then you should of been able to see Amarann...?"
"No, I... relinquished him, he raped a child. A boy, barely 7 summers, and murdered him. gave his body to a... thing of darkness. It was the moment he forced the slave into his home and into his bed that I refused to see him. He will burn in Hell. I even asked God for guidance on the matter, he agreed that my... human was evil, and that the worst wicked will not be guarded by angels."
"Oh... Do you think Amarann?"
"Defintally. Amar was barely 16 winters when he died. And he his gorgeous, is he not?"
"Beautiful. As most angels are. but he is even a fallen."
"Most Fallens become twisted with hate and evil, except Satan, he will always be beautiful because darkness keeps him such, but, Amarann was beautiful in life, in soul, in death and in falling. He committed his act out of love, not out of hate or anger or lust or greed or envy. He did it because he loved his suicidal son with all of his heart, so he is pure in heart and he is beautiful thru and thru."
"I see. Do you think He forgave Amarann?"
"Yes. because Amarann, to be captured, he saved someone, I'm sure." Frey stroked Amarann's wrist tenderly, listening with his silent ears to the tale it told. Ammarann had saved someone by getting captured. He was with a young man, very naive and very tired. They stopped at an Inn for a night, Santuse was there The man with Amarann was young, short, big brown eyes and soft tender skin. Santuse licked his lips, watching him. Amarann went to bed, exaughsted, his companien stayed up, flirting with the waitress. Amarann heard the young man leave, being forced to leave, and he ran to him. Made an offer for the human and showed his wings.
'A... fallen angel." Santuse grinned. "You wont die. And you are... sexy as can be. its more that a fair trade, your friend here for you. Well... what is this amulet for?"
"It keeps the angels from tracking me so i can move about free." Santuse yanked it off and handed it too the boy.
"You can keep that." And he drug Amarann to his home and set up quickly, the circle, the blind fold and everything else. For a few weeks he didn't feed him, or give him water or sun light until he was too week to even open his eyes. Angels draw energy from sunlight and food. then he took everything from him, making him sorry he was alive.
Frey pulled back, and sighed.
"poor dear." He whispered, and moved a strand of hair from his mouth. Amarann groaned softly, and a nightmare hit him, from his life as a human.
"No..." He muttered, his body wrenched in pain. His father built a large house, he was only two when the man came. He was a good man, he spoke of god and gave them a cross. His father, who read the bible, a gift he had practiced for many years, and hated the idea about torture, murder and such. He read it to his starving son, while he ate supper. His son watched the food, and ate his fathers words. His father owned slaves, yet his son starved, he was a great powerful lord and he cared about image. His son grew as a mute. But he stole his fathers bible each night ad read in his small attic room in the slave quarter. His eyes became weak and tired, and a slave who he had taught to read as a mute, read to him. God became his life. The words he would whisper to himself in his dead small voice when his father beat him for little things. And he was barely 16 when he met a man named Gabriel and a woman named Sally, that he belonged too. The day they met, their eyes met across a court yard. He was dressed as a slave, his mother was ahead of him. He was shirtless in a snow storm, his stomach was so small it looked like you could see through it. He had a gentle face, big eyes, if he were clean of filth, he would of looked just like his mother, only with smaller lips, wider nostrails. The man saw him, and all of the breath was stolen from his body. Soon later, his father held a dance. His father didn't hit him for a week before the party. And made him a suit fit for a lords son. Brushed his hair until it looked like silk. He planned to marry the worthless whelp off to a woman that night. His new wife would be one Mary Shaley. A rich rich lady of the north, nearly 37, very ugly.
His father chose the fabric for his Tunic and for the britches. It caused him pain, because his father had the semesters leave needles in the fabric to remind him not to disobey him. The man was there. And he met him that night, and fell into a love so deep there was no bottom or an enter. The man was his age, a gilded youth, a heathen as most would say. He still believed in the old gods, not in one. His arguments with the God fearing child were light and made him feel... loved, a new concept he hadn't felt before. The night they snuck out together for the first time, was a moonlit starry night. the had been seeing each other nearly a month. Gabriel, named as a joke, was not as he seemed, he loved a game. Loved it so much, he'd leave a child to rot. He was not 16, but very old, cursed with magic to stay young. He had one intention that night as he held the youths hand in his. They sat, bodies pressed near to each other. Gabriels arms wrapped tenderly on his stomach, holding him close to him. They didnt talk.
"Gabriel... this is wrong. I know you believe in the old gods, i understand that, and not do i mind it, but... the priests always said men shouldn't love another man deeply, or lie next to him." he said finally. Gabriel chuckled, his grip tightening on his waist.
"Well... your gods-"
"God." he corrected. "One being, in everything, of everything. A man and woman of power and goodness"
"Yes yes i know, but I didn't memorize the bible, you know, your god is a fool, love is love, and your priests lie." Amarann went rigid when Gabriel kissed his neck gently.
"Gabriel, don't, please." He said, pulling away.
"Are you afraid to die." Gabriel asked, his arm tight on Amarann's waist, keeping him dangerously close.
"I don't understand, Gabriel, let go." He whimpered, the arm became tighter.... tighter..... and tighter.
"Calm Down, Amarann, its alright. I'm not going to kill you, i just want to know if your afraid of that deep dark abbyss."
"Dyeing wont be a dark abbys for me, One of Gods Angels will take me to heaven, but if i still love you, they'll put me in purgitory." He said. Gabriel chuckled again.
"I see. Well, when I die, I'll go to a wonderful place, an afterlife really, the land of the dead,m some call it. Kiss me." He said, the magic in his voice made Amarann turn and kiss the man tenderly on his deciving mouth. He pushed him down and rolled him over, pinning him lightly with one of his hands.
"Tell me, my love, has any woman or another man, tasted the fruit of your body?" Amarann blushed, he was 16, and he had never made love to another person before, most men he knew were married, had children, had lovers.
"No."
"Then it is a sweet tender master piece, like the best wine." he said, kissing his neck tenderly. "You know, I've found, in my hundred years, that the best fruit grows like a vine, at first it is small, then it grows and grows, until it is at the hight of its glory, then it diminishes. Like a man, his best years are after he is a child, and before he is a soldier." He said, pulling the fabric off of the boys chest.
"You've so many scars." he said, tracing them with his pinky. Amarann giggled.
"Don't." He muttered, Gabriel looked him back in the face, but his face had become ugly, and rotten. Amarann let out a cry of terror and disgust.
"But I must, you've seen my face, and now i will explain." He pressed his hands onto Amarann's wrists and pulled upward. His arms were now outstreched above him, and pinned tightly. "One hundred years ago, i was like you, my bride was a heathen, and so ugly. But i... well, this is my face now, but then, I was gorgeous. I hated her so much, i made a deal with evil, to stay forever young, I';d take the fruit of boys, and take their beauty with it. You see, I spotted you with your father, so young, so beautiful, I needed to know more." Hepulled the string him his trousers.
"I needed to know if you were a virgin. Your father, who obviosly abused you as a child, and into your... not so manhood, kept a close eye on you, until you learned to talk. He told me, after a few... spells, that you were a mute until you were nearly 14, but listen at your voice now.... so soft, like a spring rain." He said. "And now, because you are beautiful, with those golden eyes and golden hair, I will take it all, and make myself again." he said, Amarann struggled under the evil mans weight.
Still half starved and more or less dead already, his body was weak.
"Keep struggling, it makes it better." he said, laughing. Amarann managed to free himself and run, But Gabriel was made from evil, very fast, trechorous and he caught him, and pinned him again.
"It'll hurt, it will be like a million needles are being shoved into that beautiful face, and all over that beautiful body. And it will be transferred to me, with ever move I make to take your fruit, more pain and demise you will feel. But you wont die, You will simply lay here, rotting away, until your father or mother or a slave finds you in the mourning, your face will be ugly, twisted and bruised." He started to scream, and Gabriel became angry. He gagged him and proceeded with his evil magic. It was more painful that a million needles. It was like drug through lemon juice, razors, sand and needles. Then washed in salt water. then his body elt like ti was burning, the pain became unbareble. And finally, Amarann allowed a dark place to take him. His eyes were closed and when he opened them, he was standing in a cold too bright room. he body was clothed in a beautiful white gown of sorts. A man greeted him, he tried to figure out if he was afraid, he knew when he opened his eyes again, Gabriel would still be on top of him.
"Its alright Amarann." His voice echoed softly, he took the youthes hand. "He can't hurt you now. your safe."
"What do you mean, he's... I..."
"You died, you;ve come to heaven. God wants to meet you, he loves that you have bee such a beautiful beacon of love and hope and peace."
"I don't understand, how could I of died?! I-I mean... I'm in fine health... I..."
"Your heart became over wehlmed, it burst, you died, meaning that Gabriel will die too."
"Are you an angel... or a demon?"
"I am an Angel, my name is Allume, I am your gaurdian angel."
"I still dont understand?"
"I watch over you, make sure you die when you are supposed to, and dont commit suicide, and I help you get through things like if you were destined to survive being raped, I would of helped you through that."
"Okay..."
"He wants to meet you now, Amarann. God has been looking forward to this day since I started bragging about you." Allume said, helping Amarann up and holding him close as they decended up steps of moss and grass. Trees and flowers bloomed about them, light shimmered around them.
"Its just like I dreamed it. But... wheres the last test? The determination?!"
"Oh, yes... you are hat we call traumatics, we choose to test you more in life then at the end, because of the pain of the beauty thief and being raped and your parents beating you more than most parents do."
"But... i... I've loved men, Gabriel, i thought I loved him! I even kissed a bo-"
"love doesn't matter, the one you choose to love does not matter! Do you remember Kenethe?"
"Yes, he was..., he was caught making love to his lover by the lake! the priests locked him up, he died last year."
"And he is in peurgetory, do you want to know why?"
"Yes?"
"He took a child into his bed on many occasions. His own son. He was married to Marry Anne Carlue, they had a son together? He took his son to that lake and raped him, he took the young paige to the lake, and the man he was with, his so called lover, is right there." The Angel pointed to a man watching a puddle as they walked over grassy plains.
"Brother Casrmicheal.!" He exclaimed, the brother looked up and smiled and waved. He waved back and they continued to Gods chambers.
"So is god a man?" he asked before he stepped into his 'house'.
"No, God is everything, He appears as a man usually, because that is how he is widely accepted." He answered, Amarann frowned.
Part 2...
almost 300 years later
November 2006...
The young girl walked down the street, she was very beautiful, she was also dressed very very pretty. She wore a short skirt and a low shirt. She had a tattoo on her wrist, an Angel, holding a flower in one hand, and skull in the other. She wore a pair of black boots, her skirt was black and her shirt had a lace back, that no one could see because she was wearing a light jacket that hung to one side. There was dried blood under her nose from the night before. She had a screaming hangover. She didn't know if she had done any drugs the night before, she was already pretty drunk when she first got to the party. She didn't notice the woman lingering over her shoulder. The woman was an angel, of sorts. She was a sorcerer, and she took life, or gave it. The girl walking down the street was named Samantha Simmuns, and she was going to die in five minutes, she was going to walk in on a robbery/rape. She was on her way to her bisexual boyfriends house, he had a sister living with him, well, he rented her a roombecause she was irresponsible and couldn't keep a job and their parents had died last year. Samantha shivered when she stepped into the drafty apartment complex. She ran quickly up the stairs, showing more that underwear to anyone walking behind her. She also had a snake tattoo on her thigh. She was unlocking the door, when she heard a sob from the appartment across from her. Appartment 26-b, her boy friend Tj's sisters appartment.
"Cassy?" She said, taking out her key and unlocking the door, she pushed it open. "Cas hun, are you alright?" She asked flicking on the light switch. "Cassy?" She called, walking into the living room, she gasped.
"CASSY!" She exclaimed, running to her friend, and hitting her knee's next t her head. "What happened?" She asked.
"He's still here." She sobbed, Samantha looked up, a man in all back was in the mirror, she spun around, taking a blade from her boot. He wasn't wearing his mask like he had been. He had a very old face.
"Drop it." He ordered, holding up a gun. she dropped the blade. Five shots rang out, and she fell face first in a puddle of her own blood. Cassy lay unconcious next to her. The angel of fate took her soul up.
"It didn't hurt... I always thought dyeing would hurt?"
"Most do, and it did, you just dont remember." The angel answered. "By the way, your boyfriend is a fallen angel."
"He is?!"
"Yes, Cassy wasn't his sister, he lied about it. She was a lost soul, as he calls them. But he loved you, its been so long since he loved someone."
"Then why';d I die?"
"I dont know. Come now." She led her to the white room, where she was tested, all along not knowing it was a test.
Amarann ran to his lost soul and girl friend and nearly began to cry. Shaking he called nine one one, knowing it was already too late. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and looked t the floor. He could see where the man who had done this stepped. Cassy's face was a twisted and ugly thing now, he recognized the damage.
"No..." he said. "I thought they died out!" He yelled looking up, tears streamed out of his eyes quickly. He sat their, crying as he waited. And finally he sat in the ambulance as the doctors fought for Cassy's life. he sat in the emergency room. Tears were falling out of his eyes, he looked at the floor. A woman came up to him.
"Amarann." She whispered, passing him, his head snapped up. She had vanished. Confused, he looked down again. A doctor appeared, his face mournful.
"I'm sorry, Tj, your Fiance` and friend are dead, I'm so sorry for your loss."
"Can i see them, you know, just right now?"
"Yeah, i warn you, there is tubes and things in the-"
"I know, I've seen dead bodies before." He snapped, and the doctor led him in. He looked at them both for a while, then left. he went to his appartment and started to pack. Across from him the yellow tape shone in the setting sun and snow. He looked at the black foot prints, the trail of a demon. he glared at them in the door way. The started to walk, following them, he slammed his appartment door. He followed them down the street, they led them all the way across the city. He was led to a tasteful country house, and in.
He held his Badge and gun tightly, and went to nock. From inside he heard sobbing, and a child's voice. It was muffled, so he used the ear of an angel to listen harder.
"I'm sorry, i wont try to run again, I promise!" The child said, sobbing.
"b***h! Its a good ******** thing i came back when I did! I even ******** brought you dinner! Augh!" He moved through the door and followed the voices. He came into a living room, and froze, Gabriel stood above a boy, barely 16, very pretty, like Amarann had been when he was his age. He swallowed hard and took out his gun. Gabriel's fist came down on the child's face.
"I should just kill you, take your youth and gorgeousness.!"
"Freeze!" he yelled, Gabriel whirled around, surprised. "Put your hands up, where i can see them!" Gabriel looked the same as he did that night. Amarann, however, looked much different, Angels become alike to their soul, as people say, they could of been the ugliest thing on earth, but if they had a good heart and soul, they come to heaven beautiful. Gabriel smirked.
"Police, huh? Damn, well, what the ******** do you want?"
"put your hands up!" He yelled, turning to his side and putting his badge away. Gabriel chuckled and put up his hands.
"Gabriel, right? Gabriel L Shinniss, I remember you." Amarann said, glareing at him.
"Now how would you know that name beautiful? No one has known it for thosands of years." He laughed. Amarann inched forward, and grabbed both of his hands and handcuffed them behind his back.
"You remember me now, hun?" he laughed. "When christianity first became popular, 0 B.C, you were there, Amarann? Remember him, the boy you killed in cold blood?"
"How would you know that?" He asked, laughing.
"None of yours, what name are you going by these days, cause I think the name Gabriel is too over used for your tastes."
"Alleck, Shames."
"Well then, Alleck Shames, your under arrest for the murder of Samantha Simmuns, Cassy Lolita, and the rape of Cassy Lolita. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do will be used against you in the court of law, you have the right to an attorney, if you can not afford one, the state will provide one for you, if you are not a US citizen, you have the right to contact your country's law before any questioning, You can decide at any time from this moment on to terminate the interview and exercise these rights. Do you understand each of these rights I have explained to you?"
"AHAHAHA! I just realized who you are. I'd recognize those eyes... anywhere, Amarann, its not my fault you died."
"It is your fault." He countered, Gabriel phased through the cuffs and punched him, becoming a demon. He sprouted wings and and flew out through the roof. Amarann followed. his golden wings shimmered in the darkness. The fight became powerful, and harsh, Amarann was loosing until Frey and Allue appeared and helped him. They had him restrained, and they held him there. Amarann flew down quickly, remembering the child. he called the police and an ambulance. the child was bleeding. he was starving, and he was baddly beaten.
"Hy... its alright."
"Don';t hurt me, please? I.... i only ran once, I wont again! Please dont hurt me." he sobbed, Amarann sighed and touched the boys face gently.
"Its alright... Daemon, I wouldn't ever hurt you. My name is Am- Tj. I am a police officer. I'm here to help." He held out his arms, Daemon sobbed, and fell forward, crying. he held him tightly, he cried very hard, so hard his entire body shook. The police came and an ambulence.
Allue stood next to Amarann.
"You remember when I saved you last time, I offered to redeem you so you could come home."
"I wont come back, not until... not until I save the good hearted."
"Samantha loved you, you know. And you've saved hundreds."
"Only 200, I keep moving, and I will keep moving. People that suffer need someone that care, Allue."
"Come home, please."
"No."
"Few fallens are left, Amarann. Come home, you could watch ove-"
"I wont do it. just leave me alone." he said. A fellow officer came over.
"You really are amazing TJ, this guy uh... Alleck, he's raped over thirty people in the last five years! And murdered five others! i mean, hge left no trace, EVER. Its amazing, this house was under and false name, an-"
"Yeah, just i get it, I ogtta go.," Amarann said
"But TJ! he kicked you a** pretty good, you shopuld go to the hospital!" he cried after him.
"I'll survive!"
 demon strait outta_hell · Thu Jun 11, 2009 @ 09:25pm · 0 Comments |
|
|
|
|
|
