Forever Fallen

Chapter 1

"No, Amonet, my child!" I could hear my mother's scream of anguish as I fell. My white, expansive wings felt as if they were paralyzed. The fall to Earth was a long and terrifying one. I could not believe that the God I served would cast me aside such as this. It had not been my fault. It was not my fault that the little girl had been burned and cut with flames from the depths of hell and a sword meant to kill beings such as us. However, with such prominent Archangels blaming me -pointing the finger at me- I was to take the blame. This was my punishment, the fall. I once thought that God knew all that went on but as it happens to be he is a being such as his creation, and he too has fault. I could not have learned this at a worse time.

The landing was not soft. I landed with a crash into the Earth, creating a crater all around my soft, pale body. As I lay there in that crater looking up at the sky I had fallen from, no, the heavens I had fallen from I wondered to myself if I would ever see my home again. I could not bear being away from my family, my people. For the first time in my existence, I felt hot tears coming from my eyes. This was the first time I had ever felt pain. I once used to envy the life of humans because unlike angels they can live their life for themselves. Every angel had a job, someone to serve, and I was no exception. However, as I laid there in that crater in a heap of pain and feeling sorrowful anguish I no longer envied the life of a human. Only humans could feel this pain. It was unnatural for an Angelic being like myself to be feeling this way. It was also unnatural to feel this hatred that was burrowing itself inside of me. Angels did not hate, nor did they weep with torment. I resented this feeling. I resented having been made to take this punishment. Whoever committed these crimes and placed the blame on me instead, I vowed to make pay for these atrocities that had befallen upon me. I would make Angels bleed and sacrifice their own blood in my stead.

That was how I ended up living life as a human on Earth, far from my Heaven bound home. As much as I resented it, there was nothing I could do at the moment to undo it. My beautiful wings would only allow me to fly so far upwards before once again falling back to Earth in a paralyzed state. I was like a bird trapped in a cage, stuck on this Heaven forsaken Earth. I could not even talk to the God that I had once had so many wondrous conversations with. I spent many long days and nights crying out to him, begging for forgiveness and begging to return to my home. I even prayed to return to my horrid position as his holy Arcangel's assistant. I wondered if anyone in Heaven was pleading my case, begging our precious God to let me back home. I am sure my mother would, but I cannot say for the rest of my fellow angels. All but my mother had abandoned me in those final moments.

Living on Earth was much harder than I had anticipated. For the first four months I lived without shelter, food, or the usual affection I was used to receiving in Heaven. Every angel in heaven is very affectionate to one another, always giving soft caresses filled with love. I was not used to living on my own or feeling the pains of hunger. I was astounded to find that humans on Earth were far less kind than the humans that had been in Heaven. In those four months, humans would just pass by my frail, starving frame and ignore my pleas for help. What was the worst, though, was nights when the monsters of the dark would come out. They would stalk me like I was prey, just waiting for an opportunity to pounce upon me. When I finally did receive aid it came from the most unlikely race to help me. I was starved and weak, barely unable to keep myself conscious. I was fading in and out as the night grew colder and the demons came out to play. Just as I was finally giving into unconsciousness, through my blurry vision I saw what seemed to be the shadow of a very tall man. I tried my best to fight the darkness that was coming in on me to no avail. When I finally felt the lightest brush of fleshy hands gliding across my arms was when my body finally gave in to the darkness.