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« Thread started on: Jul 15th, 2007, 06:03am » |
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((if you join this thread and become guarded by me, then you accept me protecting you…meaning if you are in trouble, either pm me or hope I’m watching over you. Currently I am only looking for one person to guard, but if more than one respond...we shall see.))
Sin. Sin. Sin. Sin. Sin. Sin. SIN.
This square was filled with sins. Non-believers laughed as they drank near to passing out, becoming more lecherous with each passing sip. Prostitutes paraded through wearing clothing that displayed more than it hid. In the times of Adam and Eve this would have been perfectly acceptable, but when their lack of clothing only signified the adultery that they would be pursuing later, it became entirely unacceptable. In the shadows of an alley a drug exchange was occurring. The druggie was a shadow of his former brilliance as a child of God. Light flickered across this wasteland of what could have been, feather-light clouds protecting a glorious pale moon. Stars littered the sky like God had decided to close His eyes, take a glowing dandelion in hand, and let His breath carry each individual sparkle away. His wish, His only wish, had been for a good human race. His wish was for His creation to be a success.
It had gone so far awry that He had sent out angels, three choirs of beautiful angels, to fill the world with His message and protect that which He had made. In the broken shards of empty wine bottles scattered in the streets, sometimes a blundering idiot would get a reflection of light much too pure to be from the yellowed moon and much too bright to be from a lamplight. He would swear it was in the shape of a wing, but when his bloodshot eyes turned to the sky, he would see nothing but unforgiving sky. Above, the angels would cry, seeing the black in his soul, seeing his own disbelief causing him to dismiss their existence as soon as he captured a trace. He would feel a cool touch across his cheek, swear it was the caress of a loved one past, but when he felt the spot with dirty, disgusting fingers all that would be removed would be a single droplet of water. Glancing at the sky, he would curse the bad weather rather than thank the angels for their caring. They lived thankless lives, God’s angels.
It was a warm night when Remiel landed quietly in a darkened alley of the square. A sweet breeze never ceased to caress her milky skin and tug at her long raven hair. As she walked, the hem of her pure white gown dragged across the floor, but the grime from the streets never appeared upon its edge. Her bare arms moved gracefully in time with her dancer’s steps. Behind her long arms great wisps of colorful light swirled, each strand playing in the wind. Her pale green eyes fell upon every scoundrel, every cheat she passed, her light grey pupils expanding with shock.
It had been her request to be moved to earth as a Guardian. It had been her wish to spread her love to each human she made contact with. When she saw the condition of the world, it filled her not with disgust or pity, but with a great empathy and sadness. To have turned from God so completely would have meant these humans had never had the chance for faith, never had the opportunity to feel unconditional love. As the giver of Divine Visions, she had seen many humans in her time who just needed a simple push towards faith, and had always been on the cusp of believing. The only souls she had ever made contact with had been those that were chosen by Michael to depart to Heaven, and thus all believed in God and in His love for them. These people were completely, utterly hopeless. They lived in fear of the monsters Satan had created that now roamed the world searching for blood and meat. The fallen angels had probably aided in the fear that now closed in on every mortal making their skin clammy with salty sweat.
Her cheeks wet with tears, Remiel stopped in the center of the square. A human would have wiped the moisture on their cheeks away with shame, but Remiel, archangel that she had been, Guardian that she now was, found no shame in sharing in the pain of those she loved. She stood unnoticed, people bustling around her in speed and sometimes even passing through her. All around her the world was filled with people with their own panic-driven agendas. Some souls looked purely black, others looked halfway there, and rarely, on occasion, a single soul would pass that was pure, shining a white light sister to the light of the wings on Remiel’s back. There was no way to tell the despair apart, no way to see who wanted or needed help. In fact, there was no way to be seen or to communicate with any of them.
“Dear God, my Father, my Love, and my Savior. What do I possibly do now? Who have You sent me to protect? It is all Your will, Father, so please reveal to me Your plan.”
A breeze stroked Remiel’s cheek and she turned her face into the wind. It wiped the tears from her face, kissed her pain away, invited her to trust in it. And so she did. In her heart, she understood only one thing.
Wait, and you will know.
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« Reply #1 on: Jul 20th, 2007, 7:35pm » |
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His long white hair taken in a soft sweet smelling breeze as he walked city's center, Demitri's head turned to take another whiff. "Humph," was the only sound to be heard when he knew for sure what it was, but where? He turned slowly around, knowing that it couldn't be true. The being that was light in all its brilliance could not have sent guardians. Demitri, had demolished them, taken their wings and their light before he had fled. Had he missed one? First of warriors, first Angel of God? He couldn't have...has light been bestowed anew to these pitiful, non sensical, unthinking creatures? Slowly he caught sight of him...no her. He had to do a double take, his head coming back for a second look so fast that his neck may have broken. Could he have actually done it.
His head tilted slightly, in confusion and wonder more than anything. It wasn't coming to my world, not now. This small flicker of a candles flame must be destroyed. Or....you could always convert it, the small voice in his head said to him. Abruptly, the lord of the fallen visible to all in his human form changed direction and began stiffly pushing through the crowd, being of the light himself, having stolen the very power of God this light was dim and would not harm him. A small rattling of a chain, surely it had been warned about him, told not to cross paths with this one. For she had not even looked his way yet, maybe she could sense him? Then again maybe not. Here and there someone would stop and stare at her, someone who could see her. Some made the sign of the cross and continued on.
Demitri made his way beside her and walked in rythm with her, mimicing her every step. "Bless me childe for I have sinned," his voice a guttural sound, almost a growl as he spoke to her.
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« Reply #2 on: Jul 21st, 2007, 06:21am » |
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"Bless me childe for I have sinned."
Remiel's eyes closed as she tried to mask her reaction, but her sharp intake of breath gave her away. Her days as archangel had meant glorified jobs of dealing with believers at all times, and defending those believers. If her comrades had been evil, they would have teased her for avoiding all fights with the Fallen. Instead, they loved and cherished her as she was. Standing still next to the Fallen, Remiel had to physically stop herself from shaking. She had not sensed him because she had never known a Fallen, but now more than ever she thanked God for allowing her to stay clear of the Fallen and she thanked her brothers and sisters for never goading her into a battle with them.
His presence seeped across her skin like oil---slick, slimy, and slightly dirty. Until he had spoken directly to her, she had not sensed his presence within the very human body he inhabited. From the corner of her eye she could now see darkness surrounding the body, reaching from it, stealing all the light it could. Remiel was sure even light itself would run blindly from this Fallen. His presence seemed to pull at her invitingly, wrapping her in a cocoon of evil. She suspected that the force would eventually wrap her so entirely she would forget every sensation but that of darkness.
"I cannot bless that which God has forsaken and has forsaken God." When Remiel spoke it was in stark contrast to the menacing snarl enunciated by the Fallen. Her voice was the very essense of love and compassion. It could soothe a soul until all it could feel was comfort and protection. "I am sorry that you fell, my brother. To leave God's grace is to experience the pain of loneliness three-fold." If Remiel sounded smug, it was only because she still experienced the continuous assurance from her God while this lamentable creature had nothing.
"It would be best if you left, Fallen. I have been sent to protect one and only one, but my duty to humanity as a true angel holds me yet. Harm will not befall these Children this night."
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« Reply #3 on: Jul 21st, 2007, 7:19pm » |
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She's afraid....the thought rang in his mind like the peal of a church bell at noon!! Demitri smiled, sleek and amicable. He was not evil, simply free. He needed no God given assurances, not even those of his true Master. She let him survive, and he did her bidding. His simple presence on this plane of existence was enough, his mind ravished the thought of the fear bleeding from this Angel like a dam burst from the spring melt.
"To have fallen from your God, was the best thing that ever happened to me. Do your brothers and sisters ever speak of me, or has the Light forbidden it? He does have that tendency. Anyway I am Demitri, Lord of the Fallen, First Angel of," at this point Demitri emphasized greatly the next word, "YOUR God, and humans, HA! I have no interest in harming them. You are a fool." The Fallen snorted and cracked his neck, his tattoos moving slowly on his arm, anxious to get out. She needed not fear him, so long as she was not here to harm him, or any of his she was in no danger. This night at least.
He quirked an eyebrow and shook his head at how closeted the Light kept his creations these days. Not able to show themselves to the world of the living. "It must be dull, and dreary with just those few to communicate with all the time, or so I would think. And the ones who love Him so much as to be admitted to His Grace, all they do is blabber on about that all through eternity. Bah!"
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« Reply #4 on: Jul 21st, 2007, 10:12pm » |
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Remiel listened to his speech, wincing here and there as he blasphemed He who had created them. The cadence of his voice began to hurt her ears, grating their sensitivity acquired from living among the lyrically voiced for so very long. At one point, she had to close her eyes. When she opened them, everything around her was mirrored in the unshed tears in her eyes.
"To say all that, you must not remember. You have the stature of the third choir, my brother, the archangels. It is the very same that I hail from. As the closest to the humans, we tend to pick up their attitudes. How did you take from them the very worst?" If he had mistook her fear for true panic, he had been wrong. Remiel feared not fighting nor pain nor death. Remiel feared her own capacity for empathy. Here before her stood this dark creature and the more time spent beside him, the more thoughts of betraying her God seeped into her mind and took over her senses. Sheltered? Yes, yes, angels were too sheltered. They should be granted the freedom of these humans. A single tear slipped from Remiel's eye, sliding down her color-less cheeks to sow a dark spot in her pristine dress, like the dark eroding her faith. Her wings dimmed with each passing second, the darkness from this individual consuming them.
"You are not evil, Demitri, Fallen Lord, but you are not good either." Remiel glanced at him once, seeing no face or body, only darkness It wasn't that he was made of the dark, but Remiel saw in shades of belief in God. It was her gift to see the purity of souls, and his was lacking everything. She had to leave before his influence could harm her further. She sent a look around the center. Why had her protectee not shown himself yet? She could not abandon him for God would be disappointed.
"If you'll excuse me," Remiel murmured. She purposely refused to give her name, turned her back, and walked away until she sat on a bench beside an old woman. The woman glanced from her to Demitri, making it perfectly clear she had the Sight to see angels. She smiled tentatively at Remiel and nodded her agreement with the distance between the two, then went back to knitting the scarf held between her wizened hands. "Thank you for your faith, Grandmother." The woman could not hear Remiel's voice, but she smiled as if she felt the angel's favour. Her soul shown like the sun on an August afternoon.
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« Reply #5 on: Jul 25th, 2007, 9:13pm » |
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"I see, the good Lord still teaches his being to be so rude to those engage them in conversation. Speak your mind and then excuse yourself, before yet listening to the rebuttle." He smiled and sat where she was before staring hard into her glistening, bright, angelic, eyes. What it was to be like her. An angel in God's grace. It was good until Demitri got bored of it. Always being told what to do and how to do it. No Demitri you are not good, nor are you evil, you were to not be good, but to fear God and no one else. The only thing that has changed, is now...you don't fear God.
He pushed his mind slowly outward, extending himself into her grace. The closer he got the more he felt the power welling from her, stored up like a coiled spring, he wondered if she even knew it was there, only for a second did hestop his gently advance before continuing. Pushing himself against her mind letting her feel the pressure of his power. Third choir, hah! Third...I was the first, and for quite sometime I was the only. His thoughts seeping into his probe, hoping she heard him, not soo much caring about the repercussions, or the slight bit of pain this caused him. The sweat beaded on the Fallen's forehead giving him a light shine as he pressed into her. Now you listen to me girl. I am not good, this is true, I was never a being to 'good' only to kill and destroy, for Him. Do I hate what I am, not a chance. Do I hate the Light, another no, striking and resounding. Do I hate how I was handled and treated, very much so. I put up with that crap for millenia, before the thought of having more like me, or different from me ever existed in His thought processes. Demitri pushed himself in further, struggling with the effort of not hurting her, he didn't want an angelic war, buthe did want to get his point across. He could probably rip her defenses apart if he wanted, but he didn't, he would not be misunderstood. Especially not by a snot nosed welp, who can't even stomach herself. Now, since you have heard me out, you are excused.
And with that he winked out. Remiel was left sitting next to the old woman, in a sea of people who most likely would never know she was there. A few seconds later, he was back sitting perfectly calm and composed, his legs crossed one over the other, watching and waiting for young one to speak.
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« Reply #6 on: Jul 25th, 2007, 9:52pm » |
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The night had now reached its darkest, hollowest point. It was the witching hour, midnight, when all the world ceased to be, if only for a moment. Crows called out a warning to humans foolish enough to be bustling about in the one minute during which God was silent. The creatures of the night howled their laughter, the scent of fear a welcome presence in their lives.
Remiel shuddered. She felt the light brush of a mind against her own and scowled at the Fallen before her. How terribly rude! If he wished to continue their conversation mentally, he could have just knocked. He didn't have to barge into her mind! Her anger helped her keep herself from welcoming the cold voice with open, loving arms.
He scoffed at her. Actually scoffed at her. He was soooo high and mighty, the fallen Archangel, and yet he couldn't even remember which choir he was from. The archangels were only part of one choir, and that was the third. Sure, they were the top of the third, but they were the third nonetheless. What did he take himself for, a Seraphim? God treated them as his very Children, and this pompous dark angel who seemed not to know what he was, was going to tell her that God had abused them?
Remiel gathered up the mental strength necessary to thrust Demitri from her mind, but found at the last second that he had already left, mocking her as he went. She had not been anything but courteous! Remiel knew a whole handful of her brothers that would have fought this fallen on contact, but she had always been a peaceful angel, only fighting when absolutely necessary.
Remiel was standing and her blade was in her hand, and she hadn't remembered either action. The grip of the blade was a solid handle of light, but the rest of it streamed in flowing tendrils like the wings upon Remiel's back. It would become solid if and when Remiel attacked.
"You had no right." Remiel's voice was soft and menacing in its cadence. "I had not attacked you, I had not pushed your mind, and I did nothing to invite an invasion of my own!" White light was slowly collecting around Remiel's body. Dancing balls-the many souls Remiel had aided throughout time, swirled around her like a shield.
"I did nothing to you!" She yelled. Her sweet voice could barely sustain any volume, but Remiel knew the Fallen could hear every word in the dead of night. "I don't care who you are, I don't care if you are evil or not! I wasn't send by God to hurt anybody. I even walked away. There was no reason whatsoever for you to abuse me as you did. And yes, simply entering my mind is abuse, because unlike you conviction that God gives us no freedom, he gives us the freedom of our own minds, and you, you who left our God for the freedom of choice seemed to think is was okay to invade the mind of another without permission." By now tears were streaming down Remiel's face and her arms were around her middle, her sword's light wrapping all the way around.
"You disgust me!"
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« Reply #7 on: Jul 26th, 2007, 4:19pm » |
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As Remiel stood, her sword appearing in her hand, the Fallen Lord stood, his wings and tail proturding themselves from his back. A small soung of tinkling metal from his left hand as the tattoo of the spinal column moved slowly up and around his body, a chain emerging gently from his hand, just a few inches to prepare. This tiny, ignorant being of light was yelling at him. Honestly, as if he had just killed her second cousin or something. Was she out of her mind, or just shocked that she knew not who he was or where he came from. As if the being of Light never experimented.
Of the snake emblazoned on his right arm only the tail could yet be seen, and that disappearing through his hand. Demitri clasped the pommel, dark black metal pure as shadow, blade razor sharp on one edge, the other noocked with crags and ridges obviously designed for pain and death.
His wing unfolding from his back slowly and only a bit drawing in the light from this being of God. Taking it in, pulling it from her, as well as from the surrounding lights of the courtyard. He was the night, and he was shadow. "You truly are ignorant aren't you childe. Starting a war with me here, will kill many of these humans, you may not be able to harm them but I cannot stop myself. You who turned so rudely away, without so much as allowing me a rebuke, and you draw your blade on me, and call me rude. For what? A small mental shove, little girl if you want a mental invasion, I can show you that. What I did was gentle." The ground at his feet began to swirl slowly in darkness. He pullled the tip of the blade slowly in an arc across the ground at his feet from left to right. Several small links of chain, glowly a bright, reddish-orange dangled from his hand, heat waves visible in the cold of night making their way skyward from them.
"If you start this here, many of these humans you so love will be destroyed, maybe even the one you have come to protect." He paused before finishing, "what say you?"
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« Reply #8 on: Jul 26th, 2007, 4:53pm » |
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"I'm not starting a war," Remiel whispered, glancing at the innocent humans around her. If she were visible, would they be viewing her with as much fear as they held for the madman covered in chains? She shook her head slowly and stiffly, just once to the left and to the right. "I was protecting myself." The thought of a war had Remiel on her knees, nearly at the point of throwing up. "Only fight when forced." She whispered. She still remembered the last time she had gotten that mad.
"Remmi stop flying," Gabriel chuckled, grabbing his sister angel from the air. "Maybe one of these days you could try to be a fighter angel. Maybe once you try it you'll like it." He shrugged, smiling at her as if only she existed. He ruffled her hair then moved away.
That night Remiel was sent to defeat the armies of Sennacherib. She defeated every single woman, every child, every man, clearing the area for God's Chosen. When she was finished, she was so weak with pain and sadness for those poor innocent people, she lay on the sand, throwing up and gasping for air. That was where Gabriel found her.
"Why, Gabe?" Her voice was hoarse and her body shook continuously.
"No one thought it would be this way." In his eyes was complete concern as he lifted Remiel up in his arms. Her wings unfurled and he watched as she pushed herself away.
"You knew how it would be and you sent me here!" She was yelled, wincing with pain. "You know me Gabe, better than anyone else, and you sent me here."
"Remmi, I-"
"No, I hate you!" Remiel took off, fly as far away as possible as quickly as possible. She spent two weeks in a cave, shivering, vomiting, and crying with fever, until God's warmth flowed into her and he called to her to come back home. She had never been sent on a fighter mission again.
"Please, I didn't come here for a fight. If you've any heart left in you, you will leave me in peace." Coming to a dangerous, if noble choice, the weapon disappeared from Remiel's grasp. "Kill me if you will, but please leave my mind alone. I wont lie and say I have something to hide. When you enter my mind, your own influences it to an extreme, and I begin to doubt my God. I would ask that you leave my mind alone."
She dropped her head into her hands. Heaven tended to be a very peaceful place. When they left, they tended to have heightened emotions, if only for the first day. Remiel's mind was so weighed down with grief that her wings winked completely out, leaving her alone and afraid for herself and for the world. The gentle comforting breeze that always toyed with her hair left her, and she found herself huddling closer to the lamp light, if only to try to get some of the warm breeze back.
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« Reply #9 on: Jul 27th, 2007, 9:26pm » |
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Just as quickly as his weapons had appeared they disappeared back into his own body, becoming once again the snake and the spinal column wrapping his body from arm, to chest, to ankle. His anger, and resentment faded and he shook his head. "Young one," he spoke lightly to her now, "I have not come to harm a single person, nor a single angel. I am no longer of the light, but in Chaos reborn. I have a heart and feelings of which I could have never possessed upon the right hand of His throne. She is my god and master now."
Slowly he made his way toward her, his wings stretching slowly to their full span as he bent down to lift her to her to her feet, then folding back again as he decided to kneel beside her instead.
"My intentions have not once this night ever been to harm you. Simply to inform you of my presence. It would take an army of your brethren to lay a finger on me. I am not going to take a war with an innocent creation unless they come for me. You are my sister just as much as theirs," gesturing upward with his chin and eyes before returning his gaze to hers, " and because of that, I have come neither for your fall, nor to see you harmed. Those are your choices young one." Demitri, strands of white hair blowing gently in the small breezes that wafted gently by, cupped her chin gently in his hand and picked her chin up to reinforce his next statement, his wings furled still seeming to draw in the light around them. "Be warned now, that the demons of this world fear you not, and they will not run from your light. You will have to fight, and you will have to kill humans, for some of them work them are in service to those demons. You are a guardian angel, and a guardian, a protector, must fight for those they are protecting. Remember my words young one. Azriel is here, and he will find you. I pray you stronger against him than me, for his is the son of evil. He who has never known true grace, but plays the game very well."
With that he released her gently and stood slowly, looking down at her for a few seconds longer.
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« Reply #10 on: Jul 28th, 2007, 02:31am » |
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Remiel heard the Fallen's approach and huddled closer into herself. Of all the angels, every last Guardian, Seraphim, and Virtue, she deserved the term child the most of all. It was not a bad term, when applied to her, not filled with naive feelings or ignorance, but simply a true innocence and a complete love for everything around herself. She found herself ashamed of the way she had spoken to the Fallen. He deserved her love just as much as her brothers, if not more because she did not even know him yet.
When he grabbed her chin she jerked, sure that his words were lies and her own peaceful nature would lead to her death. His eyes captured her own alien ones, the grey pupils a testament to the fact that she did not belong on this planet. When she heard that he had no intentions to harm her, she could not resist the slightest sigh of relief. For the first time that night, Remiel allowed herself to really look at this stranger as he warned her of the battles to come. His scorching eyes sent chills through her stomach, but his so-white hair reminded her of some of the angels back home. She glanced at his wings and paled at both their night-tones and their length. It was literally like being under a canopy. For all his frightening demeanor, his body was not tensed for a fight, rather like a father who felt the need to teach his children lessons even when they didn't want to hear them. If Remiel thought for a second she wasn't afraid, she'd be lying to herself. She could even practically smell the fear coming off her skin. Just thinking about killing others again had a cold sweat breaking out across her forehead and she murmured something about wanting to protect her chosen human simply by taking them away from trouble...not taking trouble out.
He released her chin, the area where his fingers had been becoming cooler in their wake. She shivered, looking away as he continued to watch her. "I meant no harm, brother. Our siblings hold so much contempt for your kind, I could imagine no greater evil." She glanced up at his face, but glanced back away before she had the chance to see his expression. "I am Remiel, Remmi to those who would be civil with me." She smiled tentatively, but was still unable to look Demitri in the eyes.
"I'm what the humans would call a lover, not a fighter. And I am too much of a lover to ever fall, choice or not. I cannot be angry at my God." She shook her head. "I was once the only archangel to refuse to be a warrior, choosing rather to give God's visions to those who needed aide, and carrying souls to heaven." Her smile faltered ever so slightly. "I am a guardian now, by choice. I miss my siblings, but I would rather be of use to someone, not just taking the souls approved by Michael the extra twenty feet to heaven, or giving out the visions that really have no true bearing on the world. I mean, they saved the souls of those people, and I am joyed to have done that, but Gabriel could have easily taken those." At the mention of her old friend's name, Remiel's face fell into a complete frown.
Wiping her cheeks of the remainder of her tears, Remiel stared up at Demitri. "I guess I just wanted to stand on my own two feet, you know what I'm saying?"
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He smiled gently at her. "I know exactly what you're saying." He paused a small while longer to take in her beauty and run his fingewrs through her hair. "Remiel, I know what it is your brothers think of me and mine, for I have betrayed our cause. All I ask is that you do not forget who it is that will come for you when you do not expect it."
Demitri leaned down and kissed her cheek in farewell. Turning slowly and walking calmly away from her into the crowd and the night. Fading gently from existence here.
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Remiel felt the Fallen's long fingers weaving through her hair and gasped. Although physical contact was not uncommon among the angels, most angels kept careful lines, such as keeping wandering, heated eyes away from the angel whose hair they were caressing. He warned her once more, kissed her trembling cheek, then turned away. Remiel convinced herself that she would not miss this Fallen she had just met, and yet...already she found herself loving him as she would love any of her brothers.
She watched him fade into the night, straining to see him until the last of his shadow disappeared. She found that she missed him. With a smile towards the heavens, Remiel let out a prayer in a soft whisper.
"Please, God, let everyone get along. There is no reason we cannot be in perfect peace." Her smile spread to a grin. "And please let me meet that Fallen again. He has a kind heart."
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