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In the Beginning, there was nothing.
Then, there was light.
I do remember the first draping of light over my being, the first rays entering existence and glazing across my form. The most powerful thing crafted by my father’s hands. I remember my eyes cracking open, the blistering sunlight warming my very soul. I remember believing it was the best thing since… well… anything! I remember finally observing my fellow angels for the first time, absorbing our beauty. We had our father‘s face. We were all purely and utterly beautiful. I glanced my eyes downward, in awe of the happiness brought to me by light. I saw a rift in our world, a tear in our perfect reality, a portal into the under city. A single ray of sunshine fought through the opening, illuminating a single being. A Demon. A cloud of darkness, from which nothing could escape. Pure evil. I steeled myself against the thought of its sad, lonely existence, and once more revelled in the gorgeous light with my comrades.
I’ve taken many forms. I’ve been a pawn and a king. I’ve been loved and despised. I’ve been man, woman and everything in between. We were told, that on Earth we would be briefly gorgeous. “Briefly “in this sense meaning that the deepest pits of hell would climb up and consume all light in this universe in merely 6000 years, but on Earth, we would be briefly gorgeous. I have spent hours basking in the powerful sunlight, my one true love. I have walked with dinosaurs, scattered with critters, flown with birds. I have seen the full beauty of this world: the rivers, the valleys, the seas and the skies. But the light is the one thing that evokes the intricate beauty at all.
On my second day on Earth, as I stood strong over the Garden of Eden, I saw a person. She moved with such beauty and elegance, you could’ve told me she was a fellow angel and I would’ve believed you. It was then I began to love life more than light. I became intertwined with the human race, walked amongst them for thousands of years, becoming absorbed in their messy, chaotic, wonderful stories, finding myself more worshipping of them than my father, more like one of them than an angel. I felt like I had found the one place that I truly belonged.
5000 and 900 years into my time on earth, I was called by the elders. I was enlisted with saving a human. One, singular, measly human. I had stopped whole armadas with a single breath, and yet they barely trusted me with one human life? I sought him out in my lightened form, hoping to appear him as a message from the Almighty, blah blah blah, don’t kill anybody, understood?
When I found him, he was trying to throw away the most precious thing he has.
His life.
The most powerful weapon he owns, the most intricately designed machine, breathed into man for the sole purpose of bringing light into this world
And he was trying to break it.
I froze, seemingly unable to stop him. The knife pressed to his neck sharpened, leaking Hell’s nectar over his uniform. This
child
Believed he did not serve his life anymore.
The knife furnished. A warm, comforting light embraced the boy, cuddling him same as the very day he was granted his most precious gift. His lack her eyes gazed up into mine as his heart became inexplicably flooded with joy.
When I returned to the elders in heaven, they showered me with praise and rewards. It was all meaningless.
That day, I had met the most powerful being I had ever encountered.
A child full of life.