When I Meet You Again

When I Meet You Again 1

Chapter One
The Beginning

It only started out as a simple curiosity, a small tick in the back of my mind. Soon I wanted answers as the gears in my head churned and whirred, a never ending symphony. Then suddenly it was all I could think of, my duties seemed secondary and the humans just created obsolete. I just need to know the answer to this mind melding question.

Why?

Why had God in all of her majesty created us, created Earth, created life, and most puzzling of all created humans? It could all be summed up into why. Yet, nobody knew the answer, I asked  everyone, angels upon angels. Then I found a group who said they knew why, and they said it was a to undermine the angels, hoe we needed to rebel and start anew, be our own God.

I thought they knew the answer I thought they were right. God, she didn't love us anymore. Though I was not angry like the others, truly just depressed because she had abandoned us for her other creations. She loved them so much more, probably why she does not talk to us anymore.

I am lost but I have found my place. Yet, I still have not answered the question. So I search, and I find an angel with a new answer.

"Maybe The Almighty wants to show us the way she feels for all of us by giving us the humans to care for and love."

This angel's name was Aziraphale. What he said after everything else made sense. God of course was still trying to work out the kinks in humans, so she would be busy. And she wants to be here but she just can't at least right now she can't.

Still the ideas of a rebellion caught me. I was stuck between two ideologies with opposing stand points. I could stand with Lucifer and his group which he had renamed 'Licentia'. While his offer of knowledge and freedom was quite tempting, it still seemed unlikely to work. That is why he said he needed me though, with two archangels we could beat God herself.

On the other hand, there was Aziraphale's offer. His offer to obey and stay inline was boring. I wanted to keep on listening though, something about his words and mannerisms were intoxicating. Sobering up from this head rush was like a knife in my back I was confused, hurt, and for some reason I just could not shake it. While I wanted the knowledge of the almighty and why she chose her humans over us, I would have given it all up for Aziraphale. I would have been the perfect angel, would have stayed in heaven with him, next to his side where I somehow felt more free than I ever have.

I did not choose Aziraphale.

I did not choose though I didn't choose Lucifer either.

Instead I chose to go on my own and go to the Almighty herself.

Her palace is grand and made of the most intricately put together minerals and gems. Anything that she had put on earth: tress, minerals, gems, metals, creatures, if she made it, it is in her palace. She sits at the farthest end of this palace upon a throne made of glass. Her son resides at her right side and the Holy Spirit perched on her shoulder as a dove. It is a magnificent sight to see, I never realized this would be the last time I see it.

Once I stood in front of her throne I kneeled.

"Why do you come before me, you know I am preparing the humans to be set free on the Earth soon?"

She set a human in front of me, it sort of looked like a monkey but it clearly was more intelligent. I had known they had been evolving for some time now but I did not realizing the two who would start it all were so close to their final major evolution.

"Isn't Adam just lovely?"

She was right they were lovely, the humans while not perfect had what I had always wanted. A choice, more than just one option. I wanted to hate the creatures, I really did, but I just couldn't. She was even going to test our love for her and them by giving us a choice.

Our one and only choice.

"He is quite lovely almighty. That is not why I have come though, instead I have come to ask you a question."

I paused. I could feel her gaze upon me. I have no idea why she even asked what I had come for she had already known what I was doing here and even what I had come to ask her.

"Why did you abandon us?"

The Almighty kept her eyes on me for a few minutes as if she had been trying to smite him with just her eyes alone. She then picked up Adam, he sat in the palm of her hand and seemed confused for he had no idea what this was even about. The Almighty sighed, she told me only this that day.

"That is none of your concern."

Once her word was clearly spoken I was calmly walked to the door by another angel. I had no words to say, but even then I could tell I had made the wrong decision.

I wasn't long after the Lord place Adam on the Earth that everything went bad.

Fighting between angels broke out everywhere, Lucifer's group against the rest. He used his power to his advantage. God had favored him and now she has payed her price.

Michael was the only one who dare challenge Lucifer himself but only after the palace of God had been destroyed and the world every angel had known was friend on its head.

God was no where to be found during this fight. She really had left us I knew she would.

I did not participate with the fighting, I had already done my damage and prayed the lord would not discorporate me for this.

The fight lasted for seven days. On the seventh day Michael had weakened Lucifer enough to cut off his wings. He then through Lucifer now without wings to the farthest place from God's light, hell.

The followers of Lucifer's movement also suffered his same fate. Those who did not fight for God or Lucifer in the war were also thrown into hell, but because they did not fight in the war they kept their wings. The one's who did not fight rarely had to be thrown from Heaven, instead they were made to walk down the stairs of heaven feeling the shame of their actions.

I was one of those who did not have to be thrown from heaven or my wing be cut off. Yet it did not make the experience of the fall any less painful. As I took the walk of shame towards the gates of heaven, Gabriel and Michael at my side, I saw a very familiar face among the crowd of disgusted angels.

It was Aziraphale.

He stood out in a crowd like always, though he was different. He had the stains of angel blood on him, his amour was torn like cloth, and his eyes were vacant. He stared at me in shock and I could not live with myself to see him this way. I could not let my memory ruin his chance at being a normal angel. That day a preformed my last miracle as an angel,

by erasing my memory from his mind.

Not long after I stood at the steps of heaven. Instead of taking the sorrowful walk of shame the other angels had done. I did what I always had done, I sauntered vaguely downward.

I was not the same angel anymore, I was not Rafael anymore. Not after the pain and suffering I had endured in hell. Not after the burning and regrow this of my wings, the scar and torture, or the growing hatred and pain inside of me. No I was a different entity, no longer an angel but a demon.

No longer Rafael now I was Crawley.