People often mistake me for a God, rather than the creation of one. The Romans in particular liked to take the Greek god Eros and slap my name over his, giving me credit for things I have never done. Only causing me to stand out more than I already do.
Whilst the humans have tended to put me near the top of the food chain, I've never been given the chance to live up to their imagination. Since the day I was born I was seen as nothing more than an out cast by others, something to look down upon, all because of the color of my wings.
All angels were born with wings as pure as their souls, the more sin they contain the darker they become. Those whose souls lacked sin had wings whiter than the first snow of winter.
Unlike humans, our souls are visible to all, in form of our wings. The nature of our soul decides the color of our feathers. There are good angels, then there are bad ones, but I was an abnormality.
My wings were not black nor white, not even gray.
My heart and soul, were full of love. Something which angels were never meant to be able to feel.
Love isn't pure, its full of pain, heartbreak, and misguided actions. Yet it manages to be the reasoning behind gentle touches, and loving whispers. It is not sin, but it isn't virtue. Love is its own existence, and my soul being full of it, naturally my wings would reflect that. The beautiful baby pink color of my wings were one of a kind.
Not another angel had love in their heart. For if they did, even the smallest bit of love, would tint their wings the slightest shade of pink. Whether their wings appeared a deep red or a powdery pink, it would still reflect the amount of love in there hearts.
With the mass of false tales twisted to fit my name and my odd soul, my rather intense emotions were just the cherry on top. Making me the one and only out cast of heaven.
Even my parents couldn't stand my existence long enough to bring me home from the hospital. Though I have never met the couple, I hate every piece of their souls. The day after I was born and my feathers changed from the default blue of a new born baby's to the gentle pink, my parents left --without a word I might add-- and never looked back. Leaving me to fend for myself, until God took pity on me.
She was the only one in heaven that actually cared about my well being. God took me in and made me her right hand man. She raised me to become a Arch Angle, the most honorable position an angle can have.
Still, no matter what God did for me, she was never able to make me feel like less of an out cast. Heaven never felt like home. Despite her best efforts no part of me wanted to stay there, amongst the other angles.
Over the past three years I have been planning my escape. I searched for every hole in guards routes, packed only the essentials, and located the best location to lay low on Earth. Tonight was the night I would leave this place behind and escape to Earth.
Through out my life I have always felt drawn to Earth and the little humans that inhabit it. They were so complex and emotional, things the angels never were.
The things I was.
It wasn't until yesterday, after many nights of practice, that I fixed the last part of my plan: Finding a way to blend in with the human race.
My black hair and gray-ish, white eyes were nothing special. I was only a bit taller than some humans are accustomed to, standing at 6'2". None of that was a problem, but the wings? To put it simply, they had to go.
From my understanding of the research I conducted my wings are impossible to remove, no blade, tool, or hand was strong enough to do so. Thankfully, they can be hidden for a period of time. I took more time than I would ever like to admit to learn to hide them for longer than 10 minutes, but if I wanted to leave I needed to be able to stow them away for hours at a time.
Eventually, I did manage to hide them for three hours, and not a moment longer. Even that had been straining myself. In the end I decided that was the best I could do, I couldn't spend another day in a place I'm obviously not welcomed here.
So far the plan had worked without even the slightest miss hap. No one spotted me leave my bedroom, not the castle guards or even god herself. Had she, I would be dead by now. God has a strict 'No Angels On Earth' rule, and anyone to try and disobey would be in great trouble. Hence my current hesitation.
I would be doomed to hell the moment my feet step beyond the border.
Standing in front of the Gates of Heaven made me think back to this morning when I had been caring for the old souls entering heaven after their timely deaths. Hearing the stories of their life. All the memories they had made and all the hard ships they faced. Knowing how they long to be reunited with the loved ones they lost when they still roamed the Earth, and the smiles they made when they were given that chance.
I wanted that.
I wanted to experience life the same way they had been able to and make my own memories. To be loved and to love. To love someone so much every moment without them is like a moment without air. To struggle and have bad days and good days. To be happy and around people who would let me lean on them.
Those thoughts are what had given me the strength to continue over the years, and now they have become the small push I needed to start my new life.
With a deep, shaky breath and a need to leave my old life behind me, for the first and last time, I step through the gates of heaven, entering a world I've only ever imagined.
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To Love An Angel
Romance**Chapters r being edited from 3rd person to 2nd person currently, so if you start reading and notice the change in perspective that is why.** Cupid is often seen as a man of high importance, but what humans never seem to know is how much of an outc...
