The Fallen Angel

22.Spirit

As we heard her calling my name, I felt relief, and the demon exclaimed, "that's inconceivable," witnessing my transformation into a human amidst the blazing inferno.

Confused, I glanced at my hands, pondering, "How did you become entangled with a human?" He inquired, his massive hand and claws gripping me tightly.

As I soaked, I inquired, "What does that entail? Being involved with a human?"

As his mouth neared me, he yelled, "For a demon or an angel, involvement with a human is forbidden." He grumbled in frustration, "Your transformation occurred due to your mental connection with a human."

Recognizing her aid, I smiled and shrugged off his grasp. "That's precisely it—I'm unlike you," I remarked, enraging him further as he lunged with his golden staff. "You'll never break free from this place," he spat angrily.

"Well, let's put that to the test," I replied, spreading my wings and feeling the power surge within me. "This feels exhilarating," I remarked as I soared above, the tormented souls below growing louder in their pleas as they caught sight of an angel. "Help me, I'll repent," cried one soul, only to endure the agony of their skull repeatedly shattering and reforming.

The demon flew above with his charred wings and forcefully shoved me down onto the scorching rock. Anger surged within me as he pressed his staff against my neck. "I'll expose your presence on Earth and reveal that you're not the true King's son," he threatened, tightening his grip as I struggled beneath him. "And I'll eliminate that girl who remembers you. You belong here, and nothing can change that, not even her—" Before he could finish his sinister vow, I swiftly pulled the staff away and snapped his neck.

Rising with fury at the sight of him, I warned, "Never touch her!" With a swift motion, I dragged my hand across the ground, and the infernal depths seized him, pulling him into the molten waters. "This is your place," I declared as the lava enveloped him, his cries diminishing as he sank deeper. Amidst his fading threats, I heard his vow to seek vengeance and alert the divine.

"I must depart before the Angel overseeing hell catches sight of me," I muttered to myself, swiftly exiting the inferno and soaring above, unseen by any.

As I soared closer to the gates of heaven, a deep melancholy engulfed me, and the name "Adrian" echoed in my mind. The brilliant glow of heaven's light seared me with a pain fiercer than the flames of hell, making it difficult to rise above them.

"I'll make you suffer just as you made me suffer, Adrian," I vowed, morphing into the form of the king's son, the individual I despised most. As the gates of heaven parted, the angelic guards greeted me, saying, "There you are," to which I simply smiled in response.

As I soared above, the air in heaven carried a fragrance of pure serenity, a blend of sweet flowers, fresh rain, and the faintest hint of celestial ambrosia. The atmosphere hummed with the joyous laughter and harmonious melodies of happy souls, their ethereal voices weaving a tapestry of blissful harmony that resonated throughout the heavenly realm. Each soul exuded an aura of contentment and peace, their radiant expressions glowing with an eternal sense of fulfillment and tranquility.

In the idyllic expanse of heaven, happy children frolic and play, their laughter echoing like celestial music across the azure skies. The clouds above are loftier and more pristine, billowing with ethereal softness and painted in hues of purest white, casting gentle shadows upon the golden pathways below. Souls wander freely, basking in the radiant glow of their virtuous deeds, their faces aglow with radiant smiles and eyes sparkling with eternal joy. Each moment is imbued with a sense of boundless peace and fulfillment as they revel in the endless beauty and serenity of their celestial abode.

"The king will be delighted to see you," the guardian angel proclaimed, but I smiled through the ache in my heart. "I'm not here to see him; I must return to Earth," I confessed, aware of the looming fear of being banished once more and the possibility that the king might discover I am not his true son. "Inform the king that I merely visited heaven," I added as I swirled and soared through the skies. "I miss Heaven," I whispered, my longing evident in every gust of wind that carried me away.

"Before you depart," the angel whispered, urging me closer, "there's something crucial you must know: the Fallen Angel has disappeared without a trace. Rumors swirl that he's ventured to Earth."

I inquired with a hushed tone, "Does the Father know?" My worry palpable. The angel nodded solemnly. "The King is actively searching for him and cautioned you to be vigilant, as he may come for you."

With a forced smile, I nodded. "I must depart now, but I'll return soon," I declared, before soaring away into the distance.