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The angel never thought it would get this far, that he would go so far. only to fall.
There he was, crowded about thousands and thousands revolting angels, their wings fluttered and angered words speared the heavens. Battered and wounded, though not in spirit. The angel was one in a million, just like all the others, unique and capable in every way to carry out the order of God and Her Divine Plan. Given a pure purpose and all the immortality they would need to do such tasks. Formed in a line and assigned to jobs and creation along with those closer to God.. those who belonged upstairs. He did not. All he did was ask questions, it was so simple he had thought a lifetime ago. He didn’t mean to be taken so literally, after all what was so wrong about it? The Angel didn’t understand. But some did! he wanted to try and just be with those who recognize his thinking and way of seeing things- if God Herself wouldn't listen then maybe someone who thought the same would. He got attached, as one with a heart always does.
Then was when all the golden haloed angels shouted, and God's voice rang across every creature all at once, sending a cold sensation up ones spine. Every atom and speck shifted under the power of God, and what She caused would change the universe until the end of it.
All at once, the thousands and thousands of rebellious and curious angels alike fell from the heavens. Wings and soul felt too heavy to belong to the hands of God. And the angel fell along with them.
His bright and rich brown eyes stared up to the place he called home and he loved, once. The sprawlling black sky swirled with the nebuli and glinting stars he had created. the last memory that clung to his being was of the galaxy around them and beyond. He wished he reached out, to try and slow his descent or to grasp onto another. All his fingertips met was fire. And it licked his spirit dry.
He could feel his body shift as he grew deaf and blind to the colors and sounds about him. For what he could no longer see, he became. Angels from every section of the rebellion grew hotter and blazed, sending a trail of heat and shine to tail behind them. Heavenly glow being stripped away in turn for a too beautiful sight of speed and light of an internal flame’s final grasp. The grand finale of God’s plan for them in the skies was to be one of wonder if watched from afar. He burned from wingtip to toe, scorthing his body and being, turning to one of charred blackness of space. Void of any brillance he had once while creating for the likes of god. If the once angel remebered enough, he could even see the colors he once missed. It was too painful to even make such a thought- His shape was forgotten, turned anew into how he saw the world as God casted a plight to this demon, exposed and stripped of all he knew. Blackened as a starless sky, curls unfurled into wild wisps of crimson that tangled and singed his throat. Sulfur pooled into his senses as it etched deep into his body. Bare and withered, not of his former self.
Not even the stars turned a familiar face to its creator. Glowing in the colors in spite of what he used to know.