Post by sacredrapture on Mar 13, 2009 0:50:55 GMT -5
My body is weakening.
On this earth, it receives no nourishment from the energies that cannot be beheld. The energies not from this world are the ones i need for my survival.
I am brought back...
~*~
I had a human lover. Two in fact. One male, one female. Im androgynous, you see. And love with me has no gender. Its the appreciation of what you behold, the extreme affection for a fragile heart that opens up into a beautiful flower as you care for it.
I became very close with the male. And mated with the female. I was curious. How could something so pure be so wrong? I was consummating my innocence with these humans.. With these beings i was told were higher than the angels and closer to God than we ever would be. I was elated at their strength, and their fortitude in accomplishing their tasks through manual labor. I saw their joy, at a newborn.. And their sadness, at a close ones death. It was all so beautiful. And i wondered, how can something like that be so wrong?
The female was pregnant. I was elated. But not for long.
Mastema came. And massacred the whole village. I watched as they fell, lifeless bodies littering the ground. I turned away as Mastema's sword cleaved through their flesh and bone and sinew. I did not cry.
When it was all over, we returned to the skies above. And i was broken. Or so they thought.
I was beaten, burned, not broken.
~*~
There is a reason us angels dont stay too long on Earth. Its because we need the light of the Highfather to sustain our existence. Without him, we are a flame in a glass globe, flickering feebly before dying.
Even I am not exempted from this rule.
Yet I am not without my resources..
For now though, i am deteriorating. My powers require much more energy to execute, and my crystal domicile can only delay the inevitable.
I am dying.
But i shall not.
On this earth, it receives no nourishment from the energies that cannot be beheld. The energies not from this world are the ones i need for my survival.
I am brought back...
~*~
I had a human lover. Two in fact. One male, one female. Im androgynous, you see. And love with me has no gender. Its the appreciation of what you behold, the extreme affection for a fragile heart that opens up into a beautiful flower as you care for it.
I became very close with the male. And mated with the female. I was curious. How could something so pure be so wrong? I was consummating my innocence with these humans.. With these beings i was told were higher than the angels and closer to God than we ever would be. I was elated at their strength, and their fortitude in accomplishing their tasks through manual labor. I saw their joy, at a newborn.. And their sadness, at a close ones death. It was all so beautiful. And i wondered, how can something like that be so wrong?
The female was pregnant. I was elated. But not for long.
Mastema came. And massacred the whole village. I watched as they fell, lifeless bodies littering the ground. I turned away as Mastema's sword cleaved through their flesh and bone and sinew. I did not cry.
When it was all over, we returned to the skies above. And i was broken. Or so they thought.
I was beaten, burned, not broken.
~*~
There is a reason us angels dont stay too long on Earth. Its because we need the light of the Highfather to sustain our existence. Without him, we are a flame in a glass globe, flickering feebly before dying.
Even I am not exempted from this rule.
Yet I am not without my resources..
For now though, i am deteriorating. My powers require much more energy to execute, and my crystal domicile can only delay the inevitable.
I am dying.
But i shall not.