An Angel's Demon

As I entered the room and saw the Lord'sgrief stricken face, I knew something was terribly wrong.

"Good morning. I think it is about time to give another angel a life. I just don't think you will appove of it."

He had a glum look on his face now which wasn't normal. "But... you have banned enough angels! It's too many already! None of the angels come back to The Heavens!" I defended.

He was furious. He pounded his fist on the arm rest next to him, "This time, it is for the sake of the Heavens!"

I looked down with the Lord's same gloomy look, the ground doing nothing but glistening at me, a certain radience not on the Human Plain, "But of course, sir..."

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Peering in on the lord's and Granly's conversation, I found I was gong to get thrown down to the Human Plains, live a normal human life, and never having a tombstone of my own again. I am thousands of Heaven years old so no humans will remember me. But, if there are other angels, they might know me... lovely.

~-+THE NEXT DAY+-~

I woke up to a loud pounding on the door followed by loud screams like the human's screams in a horror movie.

"Megan! You will come with us," a Guardian Angel called out.

Guardian Angels wear large vests and a "Police" type hat that seemed to not fit them... ever. Oh well, they still wear it just because. The rest of their uniform... oh man.. it's just like us angels; Either a white gown or white shirt and pants. Sometimes gold for the chief who was standing at the door way of my spacious room. Me... I did nothing and just followed the main Guardian as he walked me to my doom of going back to Earth.

"Brace yourself, keep wings tucked in, feet must remain apart along with hands three inches away from your body. Get ready to be cuffed." I always knew this day would come. How I know... I don't know. Was it my actions, words, human life, thoughts? I still don't know.

"Final words before re-birth into the Earth and Human-Plains?" the Chief called from the door way of this little, uncomfortable, dull, room.

I shook my head slowly, no emotion left, and got cuffed; Hand to waist to hand again. Then, foot to foot. Sealed by a spell (I really wanted to learn it but now I can't) and they turned me around.

3..2..1...

I dropped right there. Clouds were pushing eachother away as I descended into the Human atmosphere like a meteor.

While falling, I looked up and saw my long, glowing, brown hair swirling around me like a current or a whirlpool swallowing a boat. I could see those memories of my childhood flashing back to me. Unknown angels are known to everyone in the grave but the fallen angels are known to humans as soon as human and angel meet. That was a long passage from a book in Angel Academy that we had to memorize. I came in at the age of twelve and never wanted to go back.

In the Angel world, you don't age pass sixteen because it is more common that people die at the age of sixteen and up. If they didn't, they died below sixteen or they are like angels and never die. Angels are washed from memories since they don't die. Angels die when they meet a demon, fall in love, have kids... etc... as soon as a baby is born, the angel is human and will die when they are due to die.

I finally felt heat and softness of something below me even though I'm still in the air, I'm invisible to humans, and such.

Feeling this warmth, I fell asleep not knowing what else to do.

-=+~Two years Later~+=-

I was at a therapy session to get rid of the thoughts of an angel or hooking up with a demon so I can be human and without a doubt be a little more peaceful.

"You should be grateful that you are here with others like you and that you have people that would like to be with you here. I've seen many angels here, only five have died," the therapist cooed. It didn't help. I've been visiting multiple therapists for the last two years since I arrived in Earth. She was like a lot of therapists; Brown hair, long blue uniform that reminded me of flight attendants walking through the bank I work in. "Well... I'm afraid our time is up. Until next time."

While getting up, I noticed a pale girl in the waiting room looking down. She had a gray shirt that hugged her frame tightly, capris, colorful Chucks/ Converse and black, almost brown, hair. After a while, she finally looked up and looked at me. I could see she was the kind that was evil. A smirk flashed then as soon as it came, it vanished. I wondered for the longest time in my life and after-life.

What is she...?