Post by sacredrapture on Feb 20, 2009 11:00:20 GMT -5
Myzrael landed in the wastelands. Nothing but dust and more dust in all directions, and the city a ways away. He was alone.
His eyes were almost completely crimson by now. It superceded the blue-gray tinge, and the colors were completely opposite now.
Myzrael screamed.
Flames erupted from his frame, expanding in all directions. It was white fire, different from the black and violet flames he conjured before. His mind was overrun with images, of things that happened in the past. Mastema, The Seraphim High Council, fleeting images of the Almighty, the humans, and the pain, the glorious white blinding pain coursing through his body, in his veins. It scorched his soul, his immortal soul, undying, and forever privy to its endurance.
He screamed and screamed, his wings spread as he collapsed on the ground. The agony of the pain was too much...
~*~
He remembers he was still a child when he walked through that vineyard. The sun dappled walkways between the plants was his favorite place in the world. It was one fateful day that Mastema, this beautiful golden angel approached him and asked him to be an angel.
He left it all behind. His mortal parents, the tiny world called Earth.. When he came to at the pearly gates, nothing mattered though, nothing else mattered because he was a consort to the Almighty, a servant to the light, a custodian of justice and truth.
Most curious were his eyes. They were crimson red.. With blue-grey circling the irises. They were his shining pride and crushing embarrassment. No one had eyes of that color where he was. Whispers went around. Gossip abounded he was this demonic spawn sent to infiltrate the Almighty's domain. He endured all this alone. Till Hadriel.
~*~
Myzraels focus shifted in and out. The pain was subsiding, now. He went into a sitting position, and covered his face with his hands. Tears passed through his fingers, and hit the ground.
'I gave up everything once.. My mortality.. My family.. And i lost everything, with Mastema and the others.. Ive failed Hadriel, and myself..' Myzrael thought. When he took his hands away from his face, he felt different. The blue-grey and the crimson in his eyes were no more, they had mixed. His eyes were now a subdued shade of violet. His black wings had disintegrated on the ground, a mass of black feathers. His hair as well, had changed. It was now shoulder length and blond.
Myzrael stopped crying. He remained in his sitting position, and thought.
The wind blew small dust storms around Vittorio. He was mortal, for the time being.
'Nothing to do but wait now'... Myzrael said, as he hugged his knees.
His eyes were almost completely crimson by now. It superceded the blue-gray tinge, and the colors were completely opposite now.
Myzrael screamed.
Flames erupted from his frame, expanding in all directions. It was white fire, different from the black and violet flames he conjured before. His mind was overrun with images, of things that happened in the past. Mastema, The Seraphim High Council, fleeting images of the Almighty, the humans, and the pain, the glorious white blinding pain coursing through his body, in his veins. It scorched his soul, his immortal soul, undying, and forever privy to its endurance.
He screamed and screamed, his wings spread as he collapsed on the ground. The agony of the pain was too much...
~*~
He remembers he was still a child when he walked through that vineyard. The sun dappled walkways between the plants was his favorite place in the world. It was one fateful day that Mastema, this beautiful golden angel approached him and asked him to be an angel.
He left it all behind. His mortal parents, the tiny world called Earth.. When he came to at the pearly gates, nothing mattered though, nothing else mattered because he was a consort to the Almighty, a servant to the light, a custodian of justice and truth.
Most curious were his eyes. They were crimson red.. With blue-grey circling the irises. They were his shining pride and crushing embarrassment. No one had eyes of that color where he was. Whispers went around. Gossip abounded he was this demonic spawn sent to infiltrate the Almighty's domain. He endured all this alone. Till Hadriel.
~*~
Myzraels focus shifted in and out. The pain was subsiding, now. He went into a sitting position, and covered his face with his hands. Tears passed through his fingers, and hit the ground.
'I gave up everything once.. My mortality.. My family.. And i lost everything, with Mastema and the others.. Ive failed Hadriel, and myself..' Myzrael thought. When he took his hands away from his face, he felt different. The blue-grey and the crimson in his eyes were no more, they had mixed. His eyes were now a subdued shade of violet. His black wings had disintegrated on the ground, a mass of black feathers. His hair as well, had changed. It was now shoulder length and blond.
Myzrael stopped crying. He remained in his sitting position, and thought.
The wind blew small dust storms around Vittorio. He was mortal, for the time being.
'Nothing to do but wait now'... Myzrael said, as he hugged his knees.