shadows // zerrie au

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The golden floors shimmered under the towering pillars holding up the white temple. Nothing like the ones the humans down under have found, no. These stretched up for ages and never had a speck of dust on them. It was still as white and clean as the day they were built during the beginning of time, when the first angels were born from the clouds. Vines curled around the pillars elegantly, tiny white flowers blossoming up to the ceiling. Within those four walls, was the closest connection to higher power.

She layed still on her bed, her chest softly rising and falling with each breath being the only movement in the room.  Closing her eyes shut, she concentrated. Lightly digging her fingernails into her palms, she fluttered her eyes open in hope, only to pout. The ceiling was still white.

She closed her eyes and tried again, murmmuring ancient phrases to boost the magic she was attempting, but failed once again. She sighed and sat up, groaning to herself when she saw the many red rose petals scattered on the floor. Her concentration changed directions once again.

"Gaea," A woman called out, knocking on golden doors. "Have you been tinkering, again?"

"Sorry, Apsyn," She smiled softly, waving the doors open enough to see her lightweight frame peek through a bit.

"It's alright, Gaea. Was just wondering why petals were falling down into the first floor, is all," Apsyn chuckled. Moving from behind the door, she could see her long brown hair, bouncing with every slight movement Aspyn made as she dismissed herself.

Perrethia smiled and waved the door shut again as Apsyn floated away. Her true name was never spoken or known by the angels, but it was normal for her.  Perrethia herself didn't even know her parent's name. They were simply her Creator, someone she loved dearly; the way any child loved their own mother or father. Though going by many names, she came to accept They were God. Simple and true. Her name was sacred, too pure. It was necessary for it to be kept out of evil's mouth at all costs. Though she didn't know much about herself, she knew the dangers that could arise from holding that sort of power. She may not be the high power herself, but she was someone far too close. 

Checking to make sure the door was completely closed, she hovered her small mirror over on to her lap. Waving her hands over it in a graceful motion, the mirror soon came to life with vivid blue's and green's, something she's not quite used to seeing in the heavens. A look of amazement crept on her face, her grin wide and eyes glowing. The image of children playing in a small park was shown, the laughter of the children booming from the mirror. There was something about watching such mundane activities that made her feel real, alive, and happy.

As she watched a child searching through a small field of clovers, she sneakily popped up a four leafed one for the little one. The ecstatic little girl found it moments later, yelling in happiness for her mother to come see the good luck charm. Despite God's insistence that she stops, she couldn't help it. She always did this for them, not as an act of defiance, but hope.

Though God refused to admit it, as the centuries have passed, the humans have lost their faith and settled for what they could see. It was difficult proving such thing as Gods and angels to people who had no interest in believing it, but that didn't keep Perrethia from encouraging the idea of faith. Whichever form it came from, it had to exist. Sometimes, if her efforts allowed it, she would appear to humans in their dreams just to cheer up all of the lost souls that reached their last straws (but this was a very well kept secret).

While the helping never grew old at all, observing did. It was the closest thing to reality as she could get, but it's not enough. Perrie wanted to feel the rain the angels would tell her about. She wanted the warmth that touched Earth's grounds. But, again, with that came risks. Just as angels could go back to earth to help those in need, demons had the same ability. They were able to persuade humans just as easily and strip them of their humanity without a single ounce of shame. If they were capable of that much, God couldn't imagine what would be of Perrethia in their presence.

Perrethia sighed, hugging the mirror close to her chest. Humansweren't very mighty compared to the rest of the universe, but they had she wanted to have -- a chance to live normally.