If he had a soul it would have withered away a long time ago. Then there were those like Michael, stuck in-between. Those who hated man became demons, exchanging one set of power for another. The ones who loved humans still, fell only to earth, leaving the ranks and becoming mortal. One by one more and more of the holy fell from grace. This is where the second rebellion began. Joy was bleeding out of the world again, this time how ever they were never called to swoop down, not called to just the wicked and evil. After time human life became nothing but a clip of sorrow and pain. So there they stood, statues at the gates. The sight of their power to humans could melt the eyes and turn them to stone.
AN ANGEL DESERVE TO DIE FULL
After the humans took the earth and the demons and evils took hell the creator forbid the angels to touch down to earth in their full forms. A human life comes and goes like a blink of an eye to them. If evil was a virus then like all viruses it spread to the one being that it shouldn't have. But at what cost? If these beings were not human could they feel? Could they know what this meant? Could they will? With the war over and his brother out, something changed the campion of the kingdom. This was the fight that threw the evil and vile to earth, it was with his sword that the hero or glory and righteousness sent the morning star down from heaven like a meteor. The crash broke the skies and split the earth. But inside those few moments eons were passing. In the books the two fought a thunderous battle that lasted matter of seconds. When Lucifer came to oppose the throne there was no other that could match up to the beast save Michael. Michael, the slayer of fallen, the one all, be all. He was one of the princes of the kingdom in the sky. He was the flaming sword, the force and wrath. None of these beings were more feared then the general of all of heavens armies. The devils on hell still fear them, or it is possible they remember what they once were. These beings were made of marble, chiseled in beauty, wings of iron and blood or fire. With this they are more powerful then any being to walk the earth yes, but without they would be the same as the legion that were the army of heaven. Within their bodies the creator gave them a whisper, a secret they would carry till reunited. Human were children of god, they were the beings of love and compassion. The angel was not the sweet figure the books or tales tell them to be. This is where the similarities stopped how ever. God had made both human and angel in the image of him. When a city was meant to be destroyed, when a civilization was to be erased, or when a flood was to be used to wash the filth from the world it was the angel who came. The truth couldn't be farther from the truth. Stories tell those of baby faced children in the clouds with curly locks of gold, wrapped in sheets, wings barely large enough to keep them in the heavens.
There is nothing on hell or earth more terrifying then that the sight of an angel.
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