I am standing in a small apartment Somewhere in New York City, but I cannot bring myself to care at the moment. It is a nice apartment, especially for a single person, but I don’t care about that either. I don’t care that there are wall-length windows that let sunlight pour in and show a beautiful view of the cityscape. Ruevan is prattling on about where to find things, and I guess I should be listening.
“The refrigerator is empty at the moment, since you do not actually need to eat,” he says. “The cupboards do have basic nonperishable foods should you decide that eating is a thing you want to do. I
Once Ruevan finally convinced me to get up and put my clothes back on, he pulls me into another room. He takes my arm and leads me through a long narrow hallway, and I numbly follow. How did this become my life? I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to have wings that refused to grow large enough. I didn’t ask to have emotions that I could hardly control and that cloud my judgment. A lump forms in my throat and I begin to feel a prickle behind my eyes. I shut them and shake my head. “No, no, no,” I mumble. “Stop being such a human about this.” We finally reach the end of the hall and walk into a room. I
“Wh-what?” I say, in shock.
“Eliezer, you are going to live amongst the humans,” my mother repeats, softly.
“No, no,” I say, staring blankly at my bare feet, as I sit down in a chair. “I don’t… why?”
“Heaven is no place for one who cannot fly,” she says, sadly. “You could never live here, not really.”
“B-but I’ve been doing just fine here,” I stammer out, looking up into my mother’s eyes. My vision goes blurry and I hastily wipe a tear away. She smiles sadly at me, “No you hav
When humans first look at someone, they see a face. Alright, maybe I’m giving you too much credit, but it’s usually a face. Then they’ll move on to the rest. Angels first see wings. I remember that I used to think that my mother had the most beautiful wings in the world. They were gigantic, shining, and golden. I loved to watch them glimmer as the sunlight would reflect off them. She’d stroke my wings, they were a sort of creamy color, and tell me how it felt to fly. The wind rushing through your hair and feathers, and brushing your face like a gentle caress. Oh how I had always wanted to fly. But when I was around 200
There I was, coming up behind Lord Hikaru, the worst emperor known to man-kind. A knife appeared in my hand, as I leveled it to his soft, fleshy throat. "Time to die," I cackled gleefully. With one swift motion, I slit his throat. He made a sick gurgling noise, as blood poured out from him, and he crumpled to the floor. "No more genocides" I whispered, laughing crazily.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!" The dream shattered as my golden eyes popped open. "WHAT!!??" I screamed in panic. Turning around, I saw it was my alarm clock. "Shut UP!" I yelled at the damn thing. It was such a good dream. Why did it have to end? The noise kept going and going, drivi
I am standing in a small apartment Somewhere in New York City, but I cannot bring myself to care at the moment. It is a nice apartment, especially for a single person, but I don’t care about that either. I don’t care that there are wall-length windows that let sunlight pour in and show a beautiful view of the cityscape. Ruevan is prattling on about where to find things, and I guess I should be listening.
“The refrigerator is empty at the moment, since you do not actually need to eat,” he says. “The cupboards do have basic nonperishable foods should you decide that eating is a thing you want to do. I
Once Ruevan finally convinced me to get up and put my clothes back on, he pulls me into another room. He takes my arm and leads me through a long narrow hallway, and I numbly follow. How did this become my life? I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to have wings that refused to grow large enough. I didn’t ask to have emotions that I could hardly control and that cloud my judgment. A lump forms in my throat and I begin to feel a prickle behind my eyes. I shut them and shake my head. “No, no, no,” I mumble. “Stop being such a human about this.” We finally reach the end of the hall and walk into a room. I
“Wh-what?” I say, in shock.
“Eliezer, you are going to live amongst the humans,” my mother repeats, softly.
“No, no,” I say, staring blankly at my bare feet, as I sit down in a chair. “I don’t… why?”
“Heaven is no place for one who cannot fly,” she says, sadly. “You could never live here, not really.”
“B-but I’ve been doing just fine here,” I stammer out, looking up into my mother’s eyes. My vision goes blurry and I hastily wipe a tear away. She smiles sadly at me, “No you hav
When humans first look at someone, they see a face. Alright, maybe I’m giving you too much credit, but it’s usually a face. Then they’ll move on to the rest. Angels first see wings. I remember that I used to think that my mother had the most beautiful wings in the world. They were gigantic, shining, and golden. I loved to watch them glimmer as the sunlight would reflect off them. She’d stroke my wings, they were a sort of creamy color, and tell me how it felt to fly. The wind rushing through your hair and feathers, and brushing your face like a gentle caress. Oh how I had always wanted to fly. But when I was around 200
There I was, coming up behind Lord Hikaru, the worst emperor known to man-kind. A knife appeared in my hand, as I leveled it to his soft, fleshy throat. "Time to die," I cackled gleefully. With one swift motion, I slit his throat. He made a sick gurgling noise, as blood poured out from him, and he crumpled to the floor. "No more genocides" I whispered, laughing crazily.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!" The dream shattered as my golden eyes popped open. "WHAT!!??" I screamed in panic. Turning around, I saw it was my alarm clock. "Shut UP!" I yelled at the damn thing. It was such a good dream. Why did it have to end? The noise kept going and going, drivi