Protector

Purest Creature

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The picture is of Laurence.

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     Kind and sorrowful eyes often watched the world go by from above, beyond the clouds and the borders of the mortal realm, from the Heavens, where the world was everything splendid, yet simultaneously, nothing at all, though that all depended on what you made of it— The land of the gods, of the angels, of creation itself. In such a beautiful, mystical land, how is it that one angel could not be happy with what he had? He would often spend his days sitting by a rift, portals that peered down into the world of mortals.

     Laurence was a handsome figure, perfect features, flawless, with four great wings filled with white feathers doused in a golden glow akin to sunlight. He wore the uniform suited for the guardians of the gate, intricate armor shined and polished, pristine. Such was his job, his duty, his purpose. He wasn't allowed to interact with the dead souls that passed them, just ensure that the judgement was correct and keep out anything bad. Nothing really happens when you're a guard of the gate, however, not in the longest time, way before Laurence's time, but it wasn't the boredom that ate at him. In fact, he took great pride in his job, but it was the sickness of jealousy that festered, tainting his noble soul with sin.

     The angel has grown too fond of the creation that was man and wished to live amongst them. It wasn't the humans he was jealous of, though, but rather, the guardian angels whose job it is to guide the and protect those with great potential. Those are the only angels allowed to interact with living humans, and usually only in indirect ways, but it was still a taste more than what Laurence had. The more he clung to the rifts, the more he watched on with envy eating under his skin. The job he took pride in gradually felt meaningless and unfulfilling. He craved a deeper purpose, something more than opening a gate.

     He wanted to be a guardian more than anything, but that was not his designated purpose. It was a dream, a hopeless dream, still he prayed to be given a chance, just one. He was loud about it too. In time, word of his desire spread through Paradise like wildfire. The other angels began worrying about this obsession of his. They knew Laurence as a faithful and devout angel. He was good, his intentions always based in purity, but there was a notable difference in his behavior as the world of the humans changed again and again, year after year. He always sat by the doorways, admiring the humans from afar, losing himself in fantasy.

     It was forbidden for an angel to pass through the portals without permission. He wasn't enough of a rebel to take the leap, but he would always inch closer. Only the guardians ever used them. They were the only ones who needed to. His work ethic declined. Sometimes, he didn't show up at all, waiting and watching from that very spot every day. Paradise was a whisper in the back of his head. All that mattered to him was down there. The other angels who knew him grouped together, tried to lure him away from the rifts only to be politely declined. One day, they discussed what should be done about their withdrawn brother. The depression he carried when not at the portals was clear as day. He would get unintentionally sharp with those around him, blocking them out, even flat out ignoring them. The portals were his escape, a look into the dream that he craved but never could grasp.