Trigger warnings #mentions of violence #religious bs #oh dear
The darkness never seemed to end they thought to themselves. ' a thought? Oh my God, I can think!" They thought, becoming pleased with themselves. Drifting through the deranged existence of the void, seeing without sight that there was nothing. ' I think I can see?' They thought to themselves , unable to confirm or deny such a thing. After all, nothing existed here. They weren't even real to an extent.
Never before had they opened their eyes, had eyes, or had the thought to use them, much less a thought at all.
Soon they heard a voice, not outloud but from within themselves, call out to them. The voice was soothing but deafening at once.
" Isaiah..." it called. The creature looked around both confused and surprised by the sound of something or someone here, but again saw nothing." Isaiah." The voice repeated a little more firmly. " Isaiah! That's my name!' They thought excitedly even though they've never had a name before. Not one that stuck anyway. As the millenia changed, so did the languages along with his name. It made humans understand him better. Humans. ' humans don't exist yet though.' They recalled slowly. ' and if that's so, father wouldn't call me Isaiah, he'd call me. . .'
" Isaiah!" The voice shouted, causing the angel to fall out of their chair as they woke.
'Another dream...' they thought, looking up at the face of his 'sister' , Jenna. She was mildly annoyed by the looks of it. All six wings had flaired out, despite her appearing as human. His gaze slowly shifted towards the window above the desk" Good...morning?"
" Afternoon is what most call it. A middle ground between day and night. Do you have your list ready?" She asked, putting away her wings. They were inviting people over, and though food was not a necessity for them, they had to try to act like people while on business. " I had the dream about how I was born again. What's it mean?"
She gave an exhausted sigh before clasping her hands and turning back to them. "Angels don't dream, angels don't have freewill." She said affirmatively.
" Right. What if it means something is wrong though? We have no control over what these people will do and they do what they want. I think we should cancel. "
"Isaiah. Angels don't dream. Angels don't have freewill. " she repeated before going to dress herself, dismissing the conversation.
He nodded, getting up off the floor, dragging himself to the bathroom to clean up.
A few weeks later he found himself watching his sister in tears, crying to their father. He wanted answers just as much as she did, but all he could hear were new orders. She had fallen, however instead of another being summoned to do the deed, he was informed his punishment was to do it himself. He had ignored orders to follow her, listened to her rather than trust his visions that only their father could grant them. As he stared off into the distance, he remembered what she had confirmed. Angels don't have freewill, angels can't dream. He has though, but now it was obvious that they were being called home. He couldn't help but wonder if she had been having dreams too, seeing as she sounded as if she was also trying to convince herself when they spoke of them. He knew better than to question his orders now, grabbing his blade and severing her wings as she cried out. He didn't cry, not because it didn't hurt but because he knew he had gotten off easy and had no reason to. Why cry when you're still welcome home? He silently prayed as he turned to leave, knowing things were never going to be the same. He pleaded for her forgiveness but it was obvious eventually there'd be no answer. Forgiveness relied on the actions of the other.
