with a female body.
She began speaking again only moments later, interrupting my musing over Gabriel changing his sex. “You’re beautiful, for a human.”
The compliment was lost underneath the insult. She thought I was Human ! What part of me looked like a human? Was it the violet eyes? Or maybe it was the wings. Was she insane? I was “beautiful” for a reason: to lure ignorant humans in. Was that such a hard concept for her to grasp? If I’d had control of my hands, I would’ve snapped her neck for even suggesting I looked human. I could already tell she was going to be trouble. If she kept insulting me, she’d regret it.
Then again, she thought I was human. My eyes would not seem unnatural to a denizen of Heaven. My wings were hidden from sight. She wouldn’t see or feel them even if she searched through the air. She thought I was one of the creatures that her God loved so dearly. She thought I was just another victim in the nightmarish Hell on earth that demons had established. I could use this to my advantage. I could play the part of the poor human, the guide that merely wanted to help her. I was no actor, but to a naïve angel? Well, I guess I would just be a slave of Ira or something. I’d figure it out.
As she began to speak of God, I felt like throwing up. The mention of Him always made me a little sick. Demons never had a chance like humans did. I was one of the ones born from human sin. I never had a chance to earn his love. The thought made me angrier, and I almost decided right then and there that the moment I got up, I was bringing Lilith a corpse. Even then, I’d only deliver her after breaking her. Then no amount of tears could dissuade me.
Then she continued with her little speech. “B etween you and me, I didn’t agree with His treatment of humans anymore.” She what ? I expected a storm, a grand lightning bolt to fry her before I could make any move to warn her of blasphemy. She was definitely crazy. Someone needed to slap some sense into her. God may have turned a deaf ear and blind eye to humans, but the angels were probably under a lot of scrutiny.
S he still hadn’t managed to catch me off guard until she snatched my hand. I wanted to protest, to proclaim just how insane I thought she was. She held my hand close to her, and I felt the steady pulse of her heart. “Do you feel that?” she asked excitedly. “I have a heart. It’s a real, beating heart. I have blood flowing through my veins that is the same red color as anyone else’s. Compared to the angels, my flesh and bones are fragile.”
For once in my many years of living, I felt like blushing. Her figure was still boyish and slightly uninteresting, but the naïve boldness of her action had caught me off guard. She probably knew nothing of human sexuality, nothing of what sort of intimate touch she was forcing upon me.
Not that I minded, really.
The steady pulse of her heart soothed me. It was strange to feel a heart beating so fast from the sheer excitement of living. It was like a child’s heart, almost. Something so pure and innocent, finding joy in the smallest of things.
I would’ve pondered it more, but her question caught me further off guard. How can one enjoy life without first suffering? It was a strange question for a being that had no idea what suffering was. I wanted to respond, to tell her just how lucky she’d been, that she made a mistake in coming to the earthly realm. None of these words left me. I was not only paralyzed, but mesmerized by the strangeness of her.
Her lips brushed my forehead. I gasped, eyes opening wide. She let out a tiny scream of surprise, and backed away. Obviously she had expected me to be asleep or unconscious. I panted heavily, eyes never leaving her.
She was certainly not Gabriel, but then what was she? My eyes swept over her, and her arms moved as if she was trying to cover herself. She wore a simple white shift that left quite a bit to the imagination, though still
She began speaking again only moments later, interrupting my musing over Gabriel changing his sex. “You’re beautiful, for a human.”
The compliment was lost underneath the insult. She thought I was Human ! What part of me looked like a human? Was it the violet eyes? Or maybe it was the wings. Was she insane? I was “beautiful” for a reason: to lure ignorant humans in. Was that such a hard concept for her to grasp? If I’d had control of my hands, I would’ve snapped her neck for even suggesting I looked human. I could already tell she was going to be trouble. If she kept insulting me, she’d regret it.
Then again, she thought I was human. My eyes would not seem unnatural to a denizen of Heaven. My wings were hidden from sight. She wouldn’t see or feel them even if she searched through the air. She thought I was one of the creatures that her God loved so dearly. She thought I was just another victim in the nightmarish Hell on earth that demons had established. I could use this to my advantage. I could play the part of the poor human, the guide that merely wanted to help her. I was no actor, but to a naïve angel? Well, I guess I would just be a slave of Ira or something. I’d figure it out.
As she began to speak of God, I felt like throwing up. The mention of Him always made me a little sick. Demons never had a chance like humans did. I was one of the ones born from human sin. I never had a chance to earn his love. The thought made me angrier, and I almost decided right then and there that the moment I got up, I was bringing Lilith a corpse. Even then, I’d only deliver her after breaking her. Then no amount of tears could dissuade me.
Then she continued with her little speech. “B etween you and me, I didn’t agree with His treatment of humans anymore.” She what ? I expected a storm, a grand lightning bolt to fry her before I could make any move to warn her of blasphemy. She was definitely crazy. Someone needed to slap some sense into her. God may have turned a deaf ear and blind eye to humans, but the angels were probably under a lot of scrutiny.
S he still hadn’t managed to catch me off guard until she snatched my hand. I wanted to protest, to proclaim just how insane I thought she was. She held my hand close to her, and I felt the steady pulse of her heart. “Do you feel that?” she asked excitedly. “I have a heart. It’s a real, beating heart. I have blood flowing through my veins that is the same red color as anyone else’s. Compared to the angels, my flesh and bones are fragile.”
For once in my many years of living, I felt like blushing. Her figure was still boyish and slightly uninteresting, but the naïve boldness of her action had caught me off guard. She probably knew nothing of human sexuality, nothing of what sort of intimate touch she was forcing upon me.
Not that I minded, really.
The steady pulse of her heart soothed me. It was strange to feel a heart beating so fast from the sheer excitement of living. It was like a child’s heart, almost. Something so pure and innocent, finding joy in the smallest of things.
I would’ve pondered it more, but her question caught me further off guard. How can one enjoy life without first suffering? It was a strange question for a being that had no idea what suffering was. I wanted to respond, to tell her just how lucky she’d been, that she made a mistake in coming to the earthly realm. None of these words left me. I was not only paralyzed, but mesmerized by the strangeness of her.
Her lips brushed my forehead. I gasped, eyes opening wide. She let out a tiny scream of surprise, and backed away. Obviously she had expected me to be asleep or unconscious. I panted heavily, eyes never leaving her.
She was certainly not Gabriel, but then what was she? My eyes swept over her, and her arms moved as if she was trying to cover herself. She wore a simple white shift that left quite a bit to the imagination, though still
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