Ah, happy people. Wish I could…no. I can’t. I turned away from the diner and walked quietly to the corner. I looked over my shoulder. Did they see me? No. Of course not. No one ever does.
Still looking back at them, I watched their petty argument. They were speaking in soft voices which, if no one had been around, would have been yells as they battled over the tip. A newly sprung romance about to be ended by stinginess. I shook my head. What a way to go out.
The woman’s face was just about matching her flaming red hair as her boyfriend said something I didn’t catch. Getting up slowly she threw her coffee in his face and stormed out.
WHAM! I jumped as the door slammed behind her. A small spider web crack appeared at the top corner of the glass and a few shards tinkled to the ground. She was huffing and growling so loudly that she didn’t notice though. Quickly she made her way in my direction, hair sparking red. Funny how it reflected her mood. I smiled at the thought and suddenly she was staring at me. Startled, I stepped back. Her blue eyes widened and her mouth gaped open as she pointed at what I knew to be the bloody protrusions on my back. I spoke using torn lips, “Please, don’t be frightened. I won’t hurt you. I mean no harm.” Her eyes widened even more and she screamed. Wincing, I flapped my torn wings and escaped into the air.
As the wind rushed past my face, her scream lingered on in my mind. You would think I would be used to the screams by now, and yet, I’m not. Every shriek of every man, woman and child who they have made see me still burns. Normally humans cannot see the fallen. We simply drift in and out of their lives, watching. But by some sadistic trick of the gods, some are made to see us, to remind us what we are. We are the fallen angels, damned here after the wars of hell were lost. We are the hideous aids of Lucifer and as such, are allowed no rest. You could say we have been cursed; and I've come to realize that we deserve it.
A few hours later I folded my wings and dropped from the sky. Landing on a small bluff above the city I sat and looked to the moon. I felt its radiance bathe my face, and I cried.
"But by some sadistic trick of the gods, some are made to see us, to remind us what we are. We are the fallen angels, damned here after the wars of hell were lost. We are the hideous aids of Lucifer and as such, are allowed no rest" - bizzarre mix of polytheisim and Judeo-Christian (monotheistic) mythology. Maybe talk about its feelings for is creator? I mean come on, it was cerated to love and betrayed that...nothing is in more pain than a fallen...
Azazel: Well, I do have a minor headache, but...
Hush, you. Could we see it walk down a street unseen? That'd be fascinating... Brittany Cali replies: "I think I may do that a little later. I'm still not entirely sure where I want this story to go, so I'm just toying with it for now."
Wow!!! Totally dumfounded this story is really deap and hardly have a page finish it!!! Brittany Cali replies: "haha, thank you. I haven't decided how I want to end it yet...."
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