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 Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 8:58 am
As Sangua opened her eyes she found herself naked floating in the middle of nowhere and what it seemed like a white gleaming place. Her senses were really weak and she couldn't get hold of herself, in her head she could hear a faint peaceful tune her heart beat was like a soft raindrop falling gently on a frozen stalactite, in the distance she smelled a sweet smell that instantly reminded her of childhood and then she closed her eyes savouring the moment, as silent thoughts ran slowly into her mind. "Where am I? Who am I? What am I? In all my life I’ve been fighting, fighting to get control over myself. Fighting to understand who I am. I was always tying to search in for the light. That light. The one I used to know, the one I used to taste. I'm searching for the light that helped me see the elegant moon and the enchanting stars in the middle of a dark night, to help me hear again the symphony of the wind in the middle of a hurricane, to help me hear the notes of a falling death petal, to help me see the hope in the eyes of all the humans who suffer because of war, because of hatred, because of greed. Every single moment of my life was about me trying to unchain myself from the negativity that Lucifer had poured on me, every single moment was about me trying to be able to open my wings again and feel the rain on my body, mindless of me getting wet, of me feeling stupid, of me feeling like I was human. From that day when I was tainted, I hated humans more then ever. I hated them because they were weak and easily corrupted. But what I really hated was myself, for I wasn't any better. They reminded me of myself uncontrolled and taken by darkness and yes I now admit: I liked feeling dark, feeling powerful, feeling feared. Humans have their own demons to fight, and I have mine. Everyone, Every creature has some good and some bad, and sometimes the bad is good in itself because I feel like darkness and sadness are my muse whenever I want to play the flute, that is the key: bad in itself is bad if we want it to be. I've decided, I’m going to fly again, I’m going to unleash these bonds, I’m going to be free and run back to God's laps, like I did whenever I hurt myself when I was young. I’m going back home."
As the Pope was quietly praying, a strange painful sensation passed through within him as he suddenly felt weak and turned pale. He concluded his prayers and went away rushing out of the small, quiet prayer room, back to his own room. From the edges of the door he saw a pure white, radiant light and as he put his fragile hands on the door knob he felt a cold chill run through his back. Cautiously, he slowly opened the door as the light engulfed him and surrounded him, becoming denser. There he blinked and fell on his knees as the flower he had in his bedroom was no longer tainted with blood but was shining as the sun itself. When his eyes got used to the bright light he could see the flower which was slowly, bit by bit becoming whiter and whiter, and blossoming magically layer by layer. As an enchanting smell filled the place while he could faintly hear in the background a soft, melodic, flute melody, small droplets of rain started tapping on the window as the melody increased in its intensity. The Pope stood in awe, and when the flower fully blossomed it started floating towards the window sill. Like the first time that Sangua was created a small rain droplet fell on the pure white flower and from that magical moment and from that music a beautiful creature sprang out more beautiful then ever. Her eyes were gleaming with a new light as she suddenly sprang her grand, white wings and stood there feeling the cleansing rain on her body. Sangua was born again. She looked gracefully at the Pope, smiled at him, and then whispered: “I'll always be with you,” and fled to heavens.
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The radiant pure light was too bright that even the Archangel himself was totally blind, his eyes couldn't adjust well and unfortunately he could only feel The Lord's presence. Gabriel never actually felt confident in this room, its white oblivion scared him a little but nevertheless he knew there was nothing to be scared of for 'his Father' is Love and Serenity itself.
Gabriel was kneeling on the purest clouds which served as a floor, his left hand behind his back and his right hand placed neatly on his heart "...So it will be, My Liege, My Lord- I am but a slave of your mystery and I will only remain likewise for the rest of infinity" his head was so bowed down that it touched the soft dew drops of the clouds underneath him. God's voice echoed again through his ears into his mind, deep in his heart and on his tongue..."So be it!" he replied again and slowly ,with his eyes pressed together as the light blinded him, he moved aback keeping his head bowed until he got out of the throne room from what seemed a white endless portal. Gabriel leaned on a nearby white marbled column for a while until he regained his eyesight.
Sangua fled speedily with a new life in her body to the throne room, she felt happy as she was going back home. She smiled, while sweet memories passed through her mind, she had forgotten the feel of air under her grand wings and her eyes shined with happiness. As she was approaching the throne room, more and more clouds gathered around her and in the distance she saw a familiar male figure leaning with his head down. As she came near she suddenly realised that it was Gabriel. Instantly she slowed down and flew towards him.
Gabriel couldn't see a thing however he knew someone familiar was approaching, as Sangua flew closer to him, he realised it was her since he felt her new purified aura "Sangua, the ever enchanting flower of the Heavens, you won over your fate" he welcomed her "How does it feel to be home again, to feel ultimate serenity and the power of light?" he asked rhetorically.
He slowly walked towards her still covering his eyes "Our Father has enlightened me, I have no permission to help Lady Eleanor's army but I can offer some advice to her and to our siblings who seem quite lost these days" Gabriel put his hands together as if he was going to prey "Sangua, you are no longer a blood spiller, you have been healed and purified, therefore I think it is appropriate to give you a small task..." he paused studying her face expressions "The Exiled are too confused, I want you to fly hastily to their leader Jaras and speak to him about the path you have chosen, give them some moral support but don't persuade them just say what you have to say and leave in peace" he commanded her.
Sangua smiled at Gabriel her eyes shining and feeling happy for his warm welcome. "My heart rejoice for your vision, I’m home and I feel again like that small child who once fled to god's arms to pat her on the head. I can no longer be controlled by evil, for I regained myself back and evil is no longer harm to me. I will do as you bid, Jaras doesn't really think I was a....good exile..." she paused and slightly smiled "but I’ll do what I can." She gently walked towards him and looked directly in his eyes, her eyes showing gratitude “Thank you for welcoming me back" she said.
Gabriel smiled faintly back "You are most welcome home, you may have shown some defiance to your leader however that is now washed away, this is a new life for you, live it well" he advised her. "Now go Sangua, time is precious, don't waste none" he put his hand on her right shoulder and blessed her before she left.
Sangua bowed her head and with a slight smile she opened her grand wings to go and follow her quest. As she was passing through she saw Eleonor and Azrael.
She then flew towards them and as she approached she bowed on her knees to Eleonor and then she said: "My new quest prevents me for staying any longer but from deep within my heart I’m glad to see you again. But you seem to be grieved. Ask me to help wherever I could. I have to go swiftly now." Without loosing more time Sangua rose up smiled at Azrael and kept on flying to Jaras.
Eleanor, and Azreal neared the hall leading to the throne room. A tightness gripped at Eleanor. What would she say to them when she got there, she didn't know. It was her responsibility to keep things secure, and she had failed
Azreal took hold of Eleanor's hand, squeezing it tightly. She felt the tension her dear friend carried, and understood why she felt so. "It'll be alright," Azreal said, fluttering her wings gently.
Eleanor smiled at her friend. "I believe it will be too." she said even though she was still tense. She paused a second, seeing two figures close to the door leading to the father's room.
Azreal turned and watched Sangua fly away swiftly, wondering why she was in such a hurry. She frowned slightly, and shifted her wings a little. "Her mission must be of great importance, to arrive and leave so suddenly," she thought out load, running her blue coloured gloves through her strange, glossy purple hair.
"Whatever it is... it is good to have her back." Eleanor said as she turned her head back toward Gabriel. "I think we need to speak with him now."
She started to move toward where he stood. Her movements slow as she stayed in a deep thought over what was happening, and what he may have sent Sangua after. Deep down she hoped that whatever had caused her to go so quickly had nothing to do with the exiles.
Gabriel could finally see clearly again, he turned his head and eyed the angels in front of him "Lady Eleanor" he welcomed her and bowed his head, he looked at Azreal and bowed as well "Greetings guardian of the youngest souls" his face was once again without emotions "As I have told Sangua, I can only offer you advice regards this War, I cannot help in any other way" he explained looking at the door leading to his Father.
She bowed her head back to him in respect. "Your advice would be appreciated greatly... Have you heard that Lucifer has been spotted lurking around."
Gabriel closed his eyes "Yes, it seems he came spying in order to acquire some information regarding our progress but it looks like he was disappointed otherwise he would have spied for longer" he explained holding his huge sword "I have just sent Sangua to visit the exiled, some are losing faith, others are still confused and the rest have surrendered to the darkness" he paused abruptly as he heard whispers in his heart "actually...one of them...has just entered the Gates of Hell..." he said his voice was broken "Lady Eleanor you should summon your followers and prepare them for any future turmoil, The Demons have never been stronger...they would probably win the War if they attack us this instant" he said looking rather disturbed.
Eleanor closed her eyes a moment in fear. She didn't think Jaras would surrender, but the thought still came to her. "I will assemble all I can at once." she replied.
"As for the exiles... do we know who it was?" there was a small tremble in her voice. She would regret the loss of any of the exiles, but she couldn't bear it to be him.
Gabriel shook his head "I am not sure but she hasn't fully gave in to the darkness yet, Jaras doesn't know about all of this otherwise he would surely have stopped her" he explained "Lady Eleanor you are not just the Heavenly Commander, you are a guide, a shepherd, you are their light and hope..." he said firmly "I can understand at times you are confused and struggling with yourself but I can only give you this..." he said as he placed his hands on her shoulders and a bright light departed from his finger tips and into her "This is my love and light, use it as your inner strength" he smiled very slightly and bowed as her clothes and golden hair were glowing as radiant as the sun.
A single tear slid down her cheek. "Thank you." she replied her eyes lowering to the ground. "I will do my best... and with the grace of our beloved father we shall save all the souls we can, and defeat the threat." she said a new strength coming into her voice.
Gabriel nodded "That is what I was willing to hear" he replied "I am looking forward to see them all at home" he said looking away "Now there are some matters which need my attention in Shamayin, the first Heaven" he said as his face was shaded and hidden with his hair "You are welcome to use Haizum whenever you need to travel in short times" he bowed to her again and to Azreal.
"Good day to you two" he saluted them and left quietly walking swiftly on the white shining marbled floor.
"Thank you, Gabriel." she said softly.
She turned her eyes to Azreal. "I am going to need your help in rallying as many people as we can together. We are going to need to train, and get ready for an attack... and also to help the exiles as much as we can."
Azreal nodded, feeling a little pressured by her sudden new duties. "I will do my best in helping you, but you know well I am not any expert on war and armies." She pointed out, her voice low with concern. "I am behind you, always."
Eleanor smiled at her friend. "I don't expect you to fight, or any of the such. I just need your skills in handling angels to help bring them together, and maybe help to talk to some of the exiles. I wish we had gotten a chance to discover what Sangua was going to do there, but when she returns we will have a better knowledge of what is going to happen."
Azreal nodded, understanding more now of her task. She thought for a moment, then spoke with another low, serious tone, "What must I do now?"
"Right now I think all we can do to start is to gather up all the angels." Eleanor said. "Go, and see who you can find. I have a personal matter to take care of, and then I will be with you again." she said turning to the door.
Azreal nodded, not saying a word. She then spun round gently, closing her eyes and her purple hair swirled around her. She then burst into a large range of white butterflies, that flittered together and left the Throne Room, ever so gracefully.
Eleanor smiled as she watched the butterflies leave. She glanced back at the door one more time, and then turned away from it heading toward the edges of heaven. When she found nothing there she headed back to her quarters.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 9:05 am
Chael walked into the map room just in time to see the final angel to leave, she snorted and sat down at one of the chairs and looked at the map. She knew she was probably unwanted, but she didn't care, "Hey, Jaras." she said jovially, looking up from the map, "What'd I miss?" Chael had been goofing off again, flying absently over the land that the humans hadn't managed to destroy yet. Today she had chose Mount Everest, and she was still shaking snow from her dark hair.
"Hey" Jaras replied not paying too much attention, "We were just looking over some maps and analyzing reports from Earth" he digested the last piece of his apple. "Anyway I need to plan ahead, I don't want any casualties so whatever happens avoid any turmoil and if you see my son tell him not to loiter too far from home" he warned Chael putting his peeling knife on the table giving a last glance at the map. "I'll be at my study room, inform the others to keep me updated on whatever happens".
Aspasia landed by a tree in front of Jaras house, as she often had in the past. She sat down in it's shade thinking about everything that had happened. "Sometimes I wish I didn't think so much," she thought as she stared at Jaras's house. The sight of his home seemed to calm her a bit, and she closed her eyes as she leaned her head against the tree.
Jaras left the door to his study ajar; he sat on his desk and took out his own reports from a drawer underneath him. There were all kinds of maps, statistics and other stuff on them. As he scanned through them his mind was flooded with memories of when he flew peacefully along his family in the Heavens "I wonder how is everyone doing up there?" he said in a low voice. He continued to turn those sheets without a lot of interest but something caught his attention...the recent demon activity in Rome "I need someone to make me a full report on this one, we don't have enough personal statistics of such demons" he reasoned as he continued to flip the last of the sheets.
Sangua landed near Jaras home. The memories of that place were dirty and corrupted. She felt tense as she relived old pictures in her mind, but then reassured herself a bit. " I hope Jaras will take this right, but I guess he didn't even notice I wasn't there....heh..." As she entered the house she saw Chael and gave her one quick smile. Knowing Jaras, Sangua thought that he was in his study. Slightly and cautiously she knocked on the door as she gently got in.
Jaras had just finished scanning through his pile "Come in" he said curiously leaning a little back to see who was after that door. As she got in he looked more than surprised "Sangua?! Where have you been?" he asked concerned hopping from his desk to the floor.
Her voice at first shivered “It’s a long story to say the truth." She then closed her eyes and pulled out determination back to her guts " Jaras I went to the Vatican city to kill the Pope, the darkness was too heavy on my soul and I couldn't handle it, Lucifer is getting even stronger now and that I could personally feel. I killed everyone who came on my way and blindly I went in the pope's room." She then paused for a bit as she saw the troubled and pale expression of Jaras. “Something unexpected happened then… the pope... Jaras he's stronger then any of you think. His spiritual aura has brought me back to my original form and purified me. I've changed now" she paused relieving the tension completely out of her body "I’m an angel" Relentlessly she turned her back as she showed Jaras her pure white wings.
Jaras's mouth and eyes were wide opened "Oh... my... god..." he whispered moving close to her and gently brushed his hands on her pure silky feathered white wings. He finally pulled himself together and cleared his throat "You passed your test of faith, you have chosen the best side Sangua...I can't wait till I can reunite with my loved ones in Heaven" he told her. "Lucifer is stronger than ever you said?" he questioned her impatiently "Do you know anything useful on the recent activity in Rome?".
Sangua looked down and then she said "Remember when I told you that Demyx was weak? And that there were some disagreements between the demons? Well since Lucifer’s blood lied on a part of my soul, sometimes I got glimpses of what happened in hell. All I know is that Jezzel and Demyx fought against each other. Yet I don’t know the reason why or what's going on now, but Jaras today I saw Eleonor she was somewhat grieved, I think Lucifer is into something back again."
Jaras thought for a moment "Lucifer is always into something, could it have been he used Jezzel and Demyx to create a diversion?" he asked. "Whatever he's planning, I must keep track of him or otherwise Eleonor and my son might be in danger" he reasoned "No I will not allow Lucifer to harm them-Never!" he clenched his fists in anger and desperation. His anger left him slowly as he sighed deeply "How powerful do you think this demons are anyway, Sangua?" he said in a helpless tone "Enough to worry Eleonor that much?" he questioned himself rhetorically not knowing Lucifer recently visited the Heavens.
"They are powerful enough Jaras. Lucifer alone can do numerous things, and you know, imagine now that added to this there are all of the other demons, and let's say it, Jezzel and Demyx are already really powerful." Gently she walked towards Jaras seeing discontent and trouble in his eyes. The she squeezed his hand a little and looked at him "Jaras our forces are strong as well, if ever anything happens I’ll try to give my best, I won't leave anything to happen to Eleonor I promise, besides today I saw Gabriel he seemed to be in a really good physical state. We will fight this, let us not underestimate our forces because if we lose heart right now, we would be already losers. Jaras let us believe in ourselves."
Jaras looked away from her "Yes Sangua you are right, we must believe in ourselves!" he said firmly "I'll try to gather information on Hell's situation meanwhile" he told her "Thanks for this Sangua, we won't loose...will the Archangels be lending you any help?" he said softly.
"Yes I think, they will, Gabriel is surely with you. I could see that from his words." She then turned walking away and on her way out she said "Light gives of itself freely, filling all available space. It does not seek anything in return; it asks not whether you are friend or foe. It gives of itself and is not thereby diminished. Every child when born is afraid of the darkness and feels comfortable in the small light of his night lamp. It’s naturally the inside wish of every living thing; look at me I’m the living witness of this. Darkness is the absence of light and is therefore something of less power. Light is the full and complete state between the two. Do not let yourself be deceived by the temporary absence of light Jaras. I'll visit in here form time to time." she then looked back at him and walked away.
Jaras listened to Sangua with his mind and heart thinking how much she has changed, although the Archangels couldn't directly help them their advice was enough "See you soon" he said to her as he sat on his chair scribbling on a piece of paper and thinking ahead.
After a long while, Aspasia opened her eyes and looked around. The sky was darkening all around her, as the bright orange and yellow pallet of the heavens was engulfed by deepening ebony, which was only broken by the frigid light of the stars. Only the lights from Jaras windows provided any semblance of light. She was drawn to it like a ship that discovers a lighthouse amidst a storm. She wandered toward it, in a daze, wanting to be found.
The darkened sky has caught Jaras's attention, he closed all the books and pushed them at the end of the table and curiously went to look outside the window, and the heavenly stars were never so beautiful. Jaras placed his elbows on the sill and his head on his hands, he thought for a second about all his friends and family but a pair of black wings and a small girl in between batting them dragged him again to the real world.
Even though her vision was blurry, Aspasia managed to stager over to Jaras's door. "Something is wrong. Oh so very wrong." she thought as she knocked clumsily on the door. Aspasia held her herself as she waited for Jaras, feeling ill and impatient.
She ran her hand up and down her arm to try to quiet her chills, and bent over holding her stomach like she was going to vomit.
Jaras, sensing something was wrong from the clumsy knock on the door, hurried to open it personally. As he opened the door he saw Aspasia, she was wan and looked ill like a weary flower washed away by the wind "Are you okay?" he asked her a little confused lending her a hand to get a grip.
Chael watched Sangua pass, and ignored the smile, she wasn't much of a smiler unless it was sarcastic. She thought she caught a glimpse of white wings, but she dismissed the thought. She went to Jaras's study to ask him a question that she promptly forgot when she saw Aspasia's condition. "What happened to you?" she asked, tactless as ever.
Jaras reluctantly helped Aspasia up and helped her sit on a nearby chair. There was no more silence in his study and he couldn't drift away to think of his personal problems but he is a leader and so he must take care of the exiled first. Moments later, Chael rushed in his study, Jaras was startled a little when she asked that to Aspasia, he gazed at Chael and at Aspasia "I don't know but there's something going on in here" he said confused.
When Aspasia gained back consciousness she saw two troubled faces looking at her puzzlingly each waiting for and explanation. weakly with sweat rolling down her face she answered: "Nothing I just felt very weak"
Jaras looked at her a little confused "if you say so" he said a little unsure "have you, for any reason, went down to Earth recently?" he asked her as he saw the reports he had been looking at earlier on his table.
Aspasia lowered her head and closed her tired eyes, silently recalling all that she saw and passed through in the Vatican city, feeling uncomfortable and half heartedly, with a small undertone whisper she said: "Yes" she paused for a long instance and then slowly she looked at him " Two demons were disputing things which seemed a bit confusing and unclear to me, in the heart of the Vatican city." Noticing the strange expression on Jaras's face she went on: “Yes, in the heart of our whole religious symbol." Her voice seemed shaky and she sadly added “they’ve discovered me as I was watching them...and they attacked me and blocked me to the wall as they debated other unknown matters." Aspasia paused as she let her head loose on the wall in a staggering exhaustion
"The holy city?!" Jaras exclaimed "Can you possibly identify the demons? Or at least tell me if you overheard anything?" he asked her sounding like an interrogator "I'll try writing a report later"
Aspasia looked somewhat confused difficulty trying to squeeze something out of her head in that difficult moment she then took a deep breath and said " I...I’m not sure about what they said...my memory seems to be obscured, but I recognised the demons they were....they were...." as she was going to pronounce their names Asapsia felt heavily on the floor conscious of nothing but her own fast rhythmic heart beat.
Jaras was not expecting this reaction from the exiled, he was shocked when he realized how she fell on the floor "are you alright? Aspasia?!" he called out to her lifting her up from the floor and carrying her on a nearby chair "What happened?" he asked a little shocked holding her from her shoulders.
Far away Asapsia heard a tensed voice echoing in her head. But she was too weak to answer or to say anything so she let herself go unconsciously away as her body drifted like an abandoned boat in the middle of a deep, dark sea and stood motionlessly there.
"Aspasia? Aspasia?" Jaras kept calling out to her "can you hear me?" it was no use she seemed to have slipped off unconsciously into another world. Jaras leaned her backwards on the chair and held her balanced from her shoulders while he crouched beside her "that's strange she was going to say the names then suddenly she fell unconscious, I wonder why?" he reasoned looking up at the ceiling.
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