PROLOGUE
Hate.
I knew the word all too well. Such a strong word yet not many knew the true meaning of Hate.
Hate; Definition-feel intense or passionate dislike for (someone).
Hate can make people do and say stupid things. Almost like jealousy. Do we humans get these two things mixed up or..? It kind of seemed like it in a way. But has anyone else noticed this world? Maybe it’s just gray while we make up such things as good and bad. Only to make the gray less gray with more black or white. Good or evil. Death or Life.
So here I will start my story without hate. Without jealousy or hate. Without my past involved.
But this story is of my new life.
The one I got another chance at.
God or the Big Man upstairs gave it to me.
I will start this out by telling you about myself. I once was a human. I once had a normal family and life. I’m not sure how I became an Archangel, he chose me to become one. According to other Angels I must have been special. Most angels don't come from a human form before becoming a Archangel. Most are just made; I must have been pure. I don't believe I sinned. I never killed anyone, I still owned my flower. I was raised in a Catholic household. I questioned the Bible and I think that is bad. But I still ended up here in Heaven. Well, not exactly heaven.
I first arrived in Purgatory. Where I confessed my sins. It was around the 1700s. I remember it, but not so much. I remember one Angel coming to me as I cried.
His light blue eyes and long light blonde hair so gentle and warm. His voice a melody of one and only a holy sound.
“Hello,Evangelina. I have seen you cry and beg for forgiveness. The Lord has sent me down to collect you and give your soul a new meaning. To serve for Him. Are you willing to come?”
My breath caught in my throat. I reached out with one hand. Maybe I was loyal and trustworthy enough to touch him. I didn't know if it was some trick but no demon could be like this. I trusted him. I trusted the Lord. My lips parted as to speak a silent yes as my jade colored eyes looked up at this beautiful creature. A soft smile formed on his lips, his larger warmer hand grabbing a hold of mine pulling me up onto my feet. With the other hand I wiped away the cold wetness of my tears.
“Yes.”
By one simple word my life changed. I was immediately taught the way. The best way to serve Him. To only believe in him. I was taught how to fight against evil. Use my wings and verses of the Bible to kill or hurt demons. All this I learned took me weeks in Heaven. But once assigned I realized how much the world had changed; anyhow much of it was ruined by Satan and his spawns. Death, Lucifer, Satan, Fallen Angels. All evil. It didn’t matter what his name was or anyone else's to me. Evil was evil. I had to kill off evil. I watched over humans, yet I wasn't a Guardian Angel. I know being an Archangel was a pretty high rank, I was glad to know I could become one. To fight evil and protect the world the Lord worked so hard on. Even if it was filled with selfish sinful humans.
Oh, I forgot to tell that I died when I was 17. I will not tell how. You will have to find out how or what killed me.
I was currently in the Largest Library known to Angels. One library. Million’s of books. Some even said to be written by Him. I didn’t know if the rumor was true or not, but if I ever got the chance to ask Him a direct question it certainly wouldn’t be that. I was a curious Angel. It had gotten me in trouble more than once.
I slowly trudged through the tall bookshelves, my white and black wings tucked away. I always knew that my wings were different. Even the one who came for me in the Purgatory, Agathangelus said it was quite odd. All Angels were supposed to have pure white wings. But mine; were different. I questioned about it, but I never got a answer about it. Except that it wasn’t the time. I didn’t know what that meant so I kept quiet. I also got an odd marking by the Elder when I was being transformed I guess. I’m not sure how to explain it but yeah. When getting your wings, you will receive a marking of good. Of light. A symbol that represents you. Mine appeared on my wrist. Quite small as well which was a crescent. A crescent moon. For many years I would here murmurs of myself as I walked by other Angels. Talking of my marking, for some reason still to this day I do not know why. . .
Names mean everything. It can be your strongest ally then again people or things can use it against you. No Angel truly knows of The Grim Reapers name. Only by that or Death. We know of the meaning of Lucifer. Son of Morning to some. Not Death though. Angels don't know about things that weren't created by Him. Some we do but not like him. Not like Death. Many people get Death and Lucifer mixed up.
When coming to the topic of human’s soul, we all know that, Death makes the decision whether they go on or not. Whether the soul is good enough or not. The life choices good or not. The lies too many or not. When deciding and if the soul is good, an Angel is sent down and to carry the soul into the Purgatory or like babies will be carried on. No one can hurt Death. He is Dead. Immortal like us Angels. Not many get to see or get close to the creature. They say his eyes aren't like demons. Demon’s always seem to have a glint of red or evilness in the aura or eyes. They and by they I mean the Elders have said Death’s are a brilliant dark blue with one being that color and the other being golden. Interesting. Yet no one knows his true form unless you are about to die. That is the last face human’s will see before they are killed or die.
I wonder. . .
Anyways-
My name is Evangelina. And this is my new life.
