- Created By miketzar
Harbringer
It was like a song.
Buildings collapsing, all the strength blown out of them, providing a steady beat.
Fires burning, finishing the job of destruction, a strum of a guitar.
The screams of those who hadn’t been blessed with a quick death making and ominous chorus.
It was the saddest song ever written.
And the most peaceful compared to the purgatory that had ended not more then a few minutes ago.
And amidst all the despair stood one woman.
She was clad in armor colored red with blood, some her own the rest from the myriad of bodies splayed aimlessly around her. Hanging loosely in her hand was a sword. The length of the blade, clean of blood, sparkled and shone like the stares on a moonless night.
This sword was one of the three things that showed what the woman truly was. Her wings pure white in the few spots they weren’t stained with blood. And her halo, a becon of light, floating proudly above her head.
The angel stood and surveyed the destruction around her, sarrow shining in her eyes with every tear that ran down her face.
“ God in heaven, what have we done?” was all that escaped her lips before fear and sorrow overwhelmed her and she fell to her knees sobbing.
Dong, Dong
The sound of the morning gong ripped Esmerelda from her slumber.
She laid in bed for a few more minutes before she grudgingly got up. Sitting on the edge of her bed she wondered, yet again, why she always woke up tired. For an angel, sleep only served as a time for the angel to be alone with themselves, it had nothing to do fatigue.
So why did she wake up every damn morning and have to deal with the human feeling of being tired. She was told when she acended that it would take some time for her to let her human side go and gain all the aspects of an angel, but that was two human years ago, how much longer would it take before she finished ascending and could finally get up in the damned morning.
“That’s enough,” she said outloud, “You’ll finish when you finish, and swearing isn’t going to help it any.”
Feeling a little better she stood and surveyed her room.
It was small, which was all that could be expeted for a new recruit in the Heavenly Harbinger. It had a simple bed,which was far more comfortable then it looked. A night stand with a small lamp. The walls were a plain white, with a decent sized window and two wood doors set into opposite walls.
She walked thorugh one of the doors. Into a small yet beautiful bathroom. The floora and walls were studed with small crystals that gave off a soft light that lit up the room but still gave it a peaceful feel. The sink was white porcelin with a golden faucet and a diomond knob that no matter what it was turned to the water was always the perfect temperature. Above the sink was a small oval mirror with a golden frame. The shower was like the sink, porcelain and gold with a diamond knob.
All of this was completely ignored by Esmerelda, who simply striped off her nightgown and got in the shower, turning the knob as she did. She stood for a good minute and let the water flow over her, washing away all feelings of grogginess or fatigue.
Minutes later she wrapped a towel around herself and walked back into her room. The bed had made itself and sitting on the edge was what looked to be a dress. She picked it up, marveling at the fabric. It was softer then silk but stronger then denim. She dressed quickly, then with a small smile went back into the bathroom. The sink was gone and the mirror had grown to touch the ceiling and the floor.
Esmerelda always chided herself on her vanity, it was so in appropriate for an angel, but could never help but admire how beautiful she looked in the clothes Heaven provided. And today it had given her a simple dress. It was white, like everything in heaven seemed to be, and went down to just past her ankles.
This is my first time writing in a while, its not done so im gonna keep it up to date. ill take any thoughts, critizum or ideas thx
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