The Angels are there to keep the people unhappy, they are evil, nothing more, nothing less. They are perceived by the people as forces of good. However, there was one angel who disagreed. One who felt that there should be a balance between happy and unhappy and for that type of thinking she was imprisoned...until...
Arc-Angel Desire lay on the bed, scantily clad as usual her pale white skin barely reflecting the light in this dark chamber. Her golden blond hair shimmered with a magical radiance. Lying on her side, facing the door, as one of her large wings flapped slowly to cool her body, she heard footsteps approaching her chamber.
Suddenly, the door to her chamber flung open. It was Arc-Angel Wrath. She looked utterly angry. Desire smiled as she loved to torment Wrath with her body, and knew just how to do it.
Desire shifted so more of her body was exposed. "My dear Wrath, how nice to see you...angry"
Wrath removed her helmet revealing her deep fiery red hair. She then glared at Desire. "I see you are doing your usual 'nothing'. Have you sensed her arrival? How she broke free, is a mystery..." Turning her back to Desire she said, "...unless, she had help."
Desire rose to her knees on the bed, and both of her wings now seated behind her. She closed her icy blue eyes and began to 'feel' if Wrath was correct. A vision of a dark angel appeared in her minds eye. Casually, while glancing toward the ceiling, she said "Are you accusing me of releasing her? Surely you know that I hated her more than anything,...anyone."
Wrath felt uneasy as she sees Desire's beautiful body. Wrath was blessed with a tactical mind, and warrior skills, but wanted to be beautiful like Desire. She also knew that Desire, when angered, can be a formidable opponent. "I..I wasn't accusing anyone. I am merely trying to figure out how this happened" Wrath sat on the bed next to Desire, glancing at her bare thigh wanting to reach out and touch it, the temptation was great.
"My Angels, what a pretty sight this is." Arc-Angel Deceiver entered through the door-way. She was the master angel, the first, and therefore the leader."By now we all know that she has escaped her interdimentional prison we made for her. I know not how she escaped, but the truth is, she will be coming for us. She picked up Wraths helmet and tossed it to her. Time to enrage the people my dear Wrath while I spread lies, that Fallen Rayge is pure evil, and will have to be struck down
To be continued in I16...
I hoped you enjoyed the short story.
Golden American
The Angels are there to keep the people unhappy, they are evil, nothing more, nothing less. They are perceived by the people as forces of good. However, there was one angel who disagreed. One who felt that there should be a balance between happy and unhappy and for that type of thinking she was imprisoned...until...
Arc-Angel Desire lay on the bed, scantily clad as usual her pale white skin barely reflecting the light in this dark chamber. Her golden blond hair shimmered with a magical radiance. Lying on her side, facing the door, as one of her large wings flapped slowly to cool her body, she heard footsteps approaching her chamber.
Suddenly, the door to her chamber flung open. It was Arc-Angel Wrath. She looked utterly angry. Desire smiled as she loved to torment Wrath with her body, and knew just how to do it.
Desire shifted so more of her body was exposed. "My dear Wrath, how nice to see you...angry"
Wrath removed her helmet revealing her deep fiery red hair. She then glared at Desire. "I see you are doing your usual 'nothing'. Have you sensed her arrival? How she broke free, is a mystery..." Turning her back to Desire she said, "...unless, she had help."
Desire rose to her knees on the bed, and both of her wings now seated behind her. She closed her icy blue eyes and began to 'feel' if Wrath was correct. A vision of a dark angel appeared in her minds eye. Casually, while glancing toward the ceiling, she said "Are you accusing me of releasing her? Surely you know that I hated her more than anything,...anyone."
Wrath felt uneasy as she sees Desire's beautiful body. Wrath was blessed with a tactical mind, and warrior skills, but wanted to be beautiful like Desire. She also knew that Desire, when angered, can be a formidable opponent. "I..I wasn't accusing anyone. I am merely trying to figure out how this happened" Wrath sat on the bed next to Desire, glancing at her bare thigh wanting to reach out and touch it, the temptation was great.
"My Angels, what a pretty sight this is." Arc-Angel Deceiver entered through the door-way. She was the master angel, the first, and therefore the leader."By now we all know that she has escaped her interdimentional prison we made for her. I know not how she escaped, but the truth is, she will be coming for us. She picked up Wraths helmet and tossed it to her. Time to enrage the people my dear Wrath while I spread lies, that Fallen Rayge is pure evil, and will have to be struck down
To be continued in I16...
I hoped you enjoyed the short story.
Golden American