Angel

Chapter 2

AN:

This story is set in the future, which is why some things are different and very exaggerated. I don't mean to offend anyone, so if you have comments, please share them with me. :)

Enjoy!

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There is no god of war.

War was completely created out of the craving for wealth, land, power. War was completely created out of the human mind.

There is no god of war.

And now I know why there isn't.

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I've never seen war. War is only something that I've heard about from other gods and free godlings. War is only something I've only seen in books, pictures, and on the Internet (yes, we do have WiFi in the godly realm).

The stories passed down by word of mouth were terrifying.

I've been told to hate war.

And now, with everything spilled out in broken pieces at my feet, I have a reason to.

I never would've believed the stories if I hadn't seen the truth with my own eyes. Spread out before me, as I would later learn, was the aftermath of a war zone. Rubble jutted out in jagged shards, spread across the otherwise barren landscape like haunted constellations. Buildings that had crumbled revealed their weathered skeletons. And there were bodies. Lots of bodies. Bodies of different people of different social classes, different backgrounds, different lives. The place had been beautiful and prosperous, I could tell, but it was now only a ghost of its former self.

At first, all I felt was shock. It was like a buzz from an electric socket. This was not the type of scenery you would want to see after finally being able to stretch your legs and wander the mortal world, or ever for that matter. Who did this?

Shock melted into sadness and pity. What a cruel twist of fate for the victims and besieged. Who did this?

Fate was cruel.

In the midst of my mixed feelings, a single thought arose, slapped me in the face, and screamed, "Well, duh."

War.

Those humans, they slaughtered each other.

And suddenly my pity was gone, replaced by a burning, white-hot anger.

Those humans, they slaughtered the innocent. They killed each other. They murdered each other. Death, it should come naturally. THEY SEVERED THE LIVES OF THE INNOCENT. THOSE PEOPLE DID NOT DESERVE TO DIE, NOT LIKE THIS.

I felt it in the air. I felt threads of life, suddenly chopped short, edges fraying. I shut my eyes, wanted to forget, wanted to scream.

Who did this? HUMANS.

They deserve to pay...