The Fallen

*Chapter One*

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The air cracked and whipped around us. Making the brilliantly white walls that surrounded us quiver. Columns with His heavenly words were placed every so often seeming to hold the ceiling which appeared to be painted an almost fluorescent liquid blue. Row upon row was filled with heavenly beings. Everybody was seated as was by His order, those who were of a higher rank were seated closer to Him. We were all situated in a circular formation staring down at a cloud filled abyss. Waiting for His permission to begin our meeting. All the while we could feel His anger and disappointment slithering under our skin. A uneasy murmur rumble through us all as we waited.

"The humans have failed once more. There is nothing but evil amongst them." I could hear someone say.

"There is no other option but to do what has been done before, He even believes that there is no remedy, for His children have strayed too far down the path of evil." A dull roar began as more and more of them began voicing their opinion.

Throughout the course of the years we had been His messengers to the people. Slowly guiding and sheparding His flock back to the fields where they belonged. But during the last few centuries everything had begun to change. His flock was straying too far for even Him to reach them. After many attempts on our part to steer the humans back onto the holy path had failed, many of my brothers and sisters began to loose faith in the humans. For the evil not only infiltrated the minds of the humans but the souls as well. Something which was rarely seen was now being seen as if it was a dangerous and infectious plague. And while there is a remedy for a evil mind, there is none for an evil soul. Not even He can fix which is so forgone.

    My attention was brought back to the others as they began to gaze upon the abyss before us. As Michael and Gabriel moved from their position at the top of the arena and alongside the abyss, they began moving in sync with one another, a few words and whispers passed by my ears as they began to chant. At the same time a few clouds which had been lazing around drifted off and opened up a reflective panel which glowed from within. We where now able to gaze down on the humans. Hazy images swirled around, none of which were pleasing. From where I was positioned I could see only otrocidies. Humans waging wars, killing the innocent along with the evil and having no remorse. Violence and malice which oozed out of every crevice of every home.

    But what was seen next made every single one of us retract and fidget in an uncomfortable manor. Humans had found ways to enhance their minds creating machines which stored information as well as helped create it with just a single thought and the will power to do so. Which did not cause any of us to become worried at first. But humans quickly began to lust and reach for more power. Creating machinery that could not only store every bit of information of themselves and who they were, but their feelings and emotions as well. Which could be stored in humanoid like metal creatures and relocated at their whim. Essentially making themselves immortal. And as humans began to dabble in immortality their faith and hope began to ween. Humans now had the ability to become resistant to diseases, disabilities, and famish. Instead of using any of this power that they had aquired for good and in the name of the Lord, they used it for their own selfish and evil purposes. They no longer needed and yearned for the love of their Lord and Creator. They began to laugh and scoff at the idea of there even being an all mighty God. Believing it was nothing but a meer child's tales to keep their children subservient and obedient. Questioning if there even was a God and why he had not yet shown himself, and yet pushing away and rejecting any evidence when God presented it to them. Claiming anybody who was still a believer as being mentally incapable, and slowly one by one those who did believe became fewer and fewer. Till there were none left. Leaving the thought of God as an old wives tale.

    A clap of thunder brought us all back to attention. A voice, though not spoken, was heard by each and every one of them clear as day and as rich and deep as the night sky.