The Heaven Affair

The light bringer

An angel's job could be as simple as they made it. They could follow their orders or they could do as they pleased. 

It was not a hard choice for Luciana. The correct way to go was always to follow the father. The father had created them, and he would take care of them. It was the only way life would ever work.

The father had given Luciana a job. She would bring the light to humanity. She was the light. Every so often Luciana would walk among the humans. She would watch them. Observe them. See who was a sinner and who was to be saved.

She would never understand the fascination the father had with these beings. They were small, and weak and pathetic. They whined and cried and got violent when they were angry. Many angels had given up their wings to live with humans and to try and help them. 

They were beyond help. Maybe at the dawn of time they were worth saving, when they seldom strayed and the father could cure their delusions with a wave of his hand. 

That time had passed however. The father had retracted his hand from the mewling humans. He had given them freedom to choose what they wanted. This was not a good idea in Luciana's opinion. 

When one was given them freedom to choose what they wanted. This was not a good idea in Luciana's opinion.

When one was given free choice they often strayed. The humans have been given free choice and they strayed.

It was a relief that the father had not tried to give the angels free choice. There was no need. The father's orders was all they needed. As long as he told them what they needed to do, it would get done without failure. 

Today the father had given her orders. She was to follow a certain man. She had not been told much about him. She was supposed to watch him, and decide if he was worthy of salvation. Luciana hardly thought that one human was worth all the effort, but the father did, and what he wanted happened. 

Luciana wondered if the man was a prophet. Prophets were probably the closest humans the father had left. They possessed the ability to foresee events in the future, mainly spiritual trauma.  

They were the perfect ways to find out direct information from Heaven, other then capturing an angel. Demons would often come after prophets hoping to gain an advantage over heaven. 

The war had been won, however, and demon activity had slowed. The Ancient ones were imprisoned and the Mourning Star was in the depths of hell. Forever. 

It didn't mean that demons weren't still there. Every once in a while a demon would drag itself out of hell and posses a human, or worse. An angel would have to descend to deal with it. The demons were already weakened from the climb out of hell and weren't worth the fight. 

They were often more pathetic then the humans. 

Like demons, angels needed vessels. They would descend into a person's consciousness, taking over for a short amount of time. Unlike demons who took what they wanted, Angels needed permission to claim a vessel. 

Luciana had made a vessel out of a Kathrine Jamison. Unlike most angels however, Luciana no longer needed Jamison's permission to enter her form. 

Jamison's spirit was in heaven now. She had died during the war. Luciana had been in control of the vessel and had gotten careless. She had gotten stabbed. 

The initial wounds had done nothing to Luciana. It hadn't even hurt. It had hurt Jamison. The human's consciousness could still feel everything that happened to it. If the body received severe wounds, the human felt it like it would if it was still in control of it's body.