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Once upon a time, in Heaven there was a little angel. The angel was perfectly good and obidient. She did what she was told and did her angelic duties.
One day, while she was out on a walk, she began to think about her life. She wondered about what the point of being good. As she became sad and confused, her wings fell off.
Frightened, the little angels picked up her wings and ran back to the angel village. The angel leader and the three council people led her into a small closed off room before anyone could see her. When she entered, they told her that if she stood in the middle of the room and closed her eyes, her wings would grow back. Glad that it was so simple and painless, she did as she was told, as always.
While the little angel had her eyes shut, the leader pulled a lever, and a trapdoor under the girl opened. After the girl had fallen out of Heaven, the council-people threw out her wings and closed the trapdoor. They went back to the village and told the other angels that the girl had gone on a special adventure. The angels were proud, and in a short while they forgot about her.
The little angel obediently kept her eyes closed the whole way. She only opened her eyes after the terrible impact had happened, destroying the tragic little angel. As she lay broken, she saw her wings float down, thrown out of Heaven.
Unable to move, the little girl, abandoned by the angels, waited and waited for a long time for the angels she trusted to explain why this had happened, why it was necessary, how it was a good thing. She waited until she was on the brink of death, when a terrible hoarse voice, belonging to a fearsome demon with black, torn wings approached her. The demon told her that she had two choices: Die, or become like the demon.
Scared, the little girl accepted his offer and rose to her feet blackened and terrifying. Together, they descended into Hell, where many other demons resided. They all lived together peacefully, without need for a leader. They quietly went about their business, taking what they needed and no more, contributing to the community equally.
In her spare time, the girl began to think about the angels. She realized how many and angels had gone on special "missions" and "adventures", to disappear. She saw that they never returned, and that it never took long for angels to forget they existed. The girl went searching through the demon city, and sure enough, many former angels lived there, pushed from Heaven when they lost their wings. The young teenager began to see what had happened, and hatred began to grow in her mind. As her hate took root, then demon teenager began to desire revenge.
The other demons tried to persuade her otherwise, but she would not be deterred. She took her bow and returned to Earth. From there, she used her wings, strenuously climbing to Heaven. When the teenage girl reached Heaven, she ran straight for the village, where a council person was preaching about the importance of forgiveness, all the angels gathered around. When he finished and the leader climbed to the platform, the teenager took careful aim. The leader saw her, and as the angels turned to stare, the leader began to plead with her, asking her to refrain from poisoning her heart with murder. The leader promised that should she go back to Earth and repent, she could be good again and regain her wings.
The teenager, shocked and disgusted with her intentions, put down the bow, shaking the leader's hand, thanking the leader. The leader accepted with a gracious smile. The teenager turned to go back to Earth and repent, even if it took years.
When the young woman was far enough away, the leader picked up the bow and shot and shot her in the back. The young woman fell down, dead, as the crowd of angels cheered. They went back to their daily lives as though nothing had happened, forgetting the past and living ignorant, as they always did.
As they left, the young woman's body, though no longer demon nor angel, faded away like all bodies of the heavenly and hellish did. As the last of her disappeared, her heart was all that was all was left, a single, broken white feather. A gust of wind picked it up, blowing it away from the angels' village to drift along with any memories or proof that she ever existed.
- by Atramentaceous |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 07/10/2009 |
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Lee Olivander - 07/19/2009
- Loved it. That was excellent.
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- LeatherCoconut - 07/16/2009
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It is very very good, I like how you made good an evil thing of stupidty, especially since men and women killed innocents because of God. Grammar and Spelling was okay for the most part, the story had a moral.
5/5
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- CaucasianNoodles - 07/15/2009
- wow thats really good
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- Mr Thelma - 07/10/2009
- Wonderful job.
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