Bring Me To Life [COMPLETED]

Falling

Falling. Pain. Agonizing pain, actually. The slowly fading grace; my wings that branded me as an angel now disintegrating into dust. This was not what an angel should've been experiencing! To some, we must've looked like shooting stars. Stars that were actually targeted towards Earth. Whatever grace I had left stored along with my soul was now burning up in flames as I slipped from the Heavens. Most of the other celestial beings hadn't been conscious during the fall, then again, how could I really know from my dying senses? Unlike myself, their falls had been quick; their grace scorched and their wings burnt before they even stirred from their somewhat coma. I, on the other hand, had heard my siblings screams; I watched them fall before I too followed. Why was I so different? Why did my father allow me to simply observe the agony the rest of Heaven's army had gone through, then to experience the same torture myself? The pain searing through my vessel's every void. Why did she even say yes? Elise could've lived a lengthy life with her boyfriend but because of God's command, I stole her life away. Now though, my wavelengths were ripping her soul to shreds and all because some warrior angel had listened to the scribe of God as he (Metatron, that is) was - and I quote - 'saving Heaven'. This warrior was naive and this was the consequence. Every angel that was posted in Heaven were now falling. At least this 'Castiel' was free of torment. Metatron had already cast him to Earth, then he had begun the spell for the rest of us to fall.

I believe my vessel to be now fully vanquished. My ever burning grace is filling the copse's limbs; the ebony wings that I used to call my own are now nothing but ashes; the feathers crumbling as I fall closer towards the Earth, why had Elise been the one whose destiny resulted in her 'guardian angel' being the one who ultimately ended her life? Just a few more moments of falling before I crash. Is this what falling feels like? The wind blowing back your hair, roughly planting kisses on every inch of your face? If this is what the experience is like, then I would rather accept death. Or maybe even Death himself to reap my now mundane soul.

Fire is circling around me now, licking at my arms as if they are the most precious thing in all of humanity.

I am no longer an angel...

I've fallen...

I am like my fallen brothers and sisters...

I am like Lucifer and his followers...

Maybe this was my destiny, my final pages...

Questions raced through my head once again.

Why am I so different?

Was this God's command, for his children to fall?

Maybe falling is a good idea?

Why did Elise say yes?!

The ground is only meters away now...

Earth can't be as bad as some of those say, right?