Chapter 11 | Cloud
Cloud Azul,
You must understand why the instructions are in this letter and not within any words that I could have told you. Long ago I told you not to use your glory through anger: glory comes from deep within. Glory is the very essence of our heart. That is the reason why you will understand angels to be perfect soldiers of god. However, after much research I've come to learn your glory is different. Like an invasive species when it comes in contact with a person you in some why begin to cleanse their heart.
Your glory has the power to not destroy but to save. Thus, out of all the angels and angel bloods who have failed to call upon their angelic form I know you WILL be successful. To call upon your angelic form you must allow your glory to completely consume you, then you will be tested. If your heart and soul is completely and utterly free of any darkness your body will transcend the form it is in now and your glory will gift you a new one – a stronger, more holy form made of absolute light.
However, once you do so you will no longer be able to go back to your previous form. Simply because, you are not an angel. Once your human form is gone, you will not be able to form another. This is why you will have a week. A week away from any distractions like myself, or your family who resides in hell. Once you make your decision, call forth your glory one last time and enter the Dreamland like you did so long ago. The risk is fatal, but the choice is yours.
~ A.
The letter tumbled from my hands and into the water. Once its ink filled words sank, the ink was swallowed up by the liquid – there was no choice to reread those words. However, I didn't need to. There was a pain deep within my heart that throbbed viciously and I realized my bitter fate.
"People like me would never have a happy ending."
And that was merely the bitter, fucking truth. A truth that brought me no tears, no panic and no fear. Because I knew something else to. It was my fate that would make it so my children could live in peace.
I laughed bitterly.
No, that wasn't the truth either. The truth was, as soon as I was shown the darkness that suffocated the world all around me I knew it would be my fate to stop it. Because, this was my story and that fucking good in me wouldn't let me go on if I didn't.
"AUUUHHHH"
The scream didn't help me feel better. The pain in my throat only helped dull the whirl of emotions I was feeling. I didn't want this story anymore, I didn't want to be me anymore. I wanted to go back to that day Daniel and I were walking home and I wanted to rewrite time itself. But that would never be able to happen.
I slipped down further in the tub, holding my breath as my head dipped under the water's surface. My eyes stung as I opened them, the world around me a low hum. My lungs began to burn, and my hands shot out to bang the sides of the tub but I didn't surface.
Hands dipped into the water – forcing me to surface and I gasped loudly, gulping in deep breathes of fresh air. Tears dripped down my face as I realized the tub water had grown cold and my body shivered.
"What were you thinking?" Irone demanded.
My face turned to her, eyes slowly blinking as my brain attempted to process. Then, something light and fluffy bubbled up from my chest. I laughed, tossing my head back and laughed some more as it hit the back of the tub.
"Cloud?" Irone's voice was cautious now and I smiled widely.
She probably thought I was going crazy. Maybe I was. I stood quickly, stumbling slightly in the slippery tub and her hands shot out to steady me. I didn't give a fuck about my nude body, I was too busy thinking of my decision that would probably fill me with regret later.
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