by Robert Sernek

Created on: August 26, 2009

fallen angel

Time is pointless to me, although it passes me i do not age. I am not an angel, I am not a devil, but in my life I have been both. I am known by many names but the one name most known about is Asmodia. I am known as the demon of wrath. I was human once, I was misunderstood, and was thrown in an insanity asylum. In there I was always told I was wrong and that the gods did not talk to me. The psychiatrists would also tell me there was only one god and would make fun of me. For fifteen years I lived in there and after fifteen years I was full of rage, sorrow, and regret that I did not have a full life. I remember the day it happened like it was yesterday, it was the worst decision I had ever made. I was awakened from a nightmare, I did not think anything of it because everyday in the asylum made me even crazier until all my dreams turned to fears. I was awakened by a nightmare so terrifying that I started to cry blood. I am not sure why this happened but it did none the less. After I regained control and stopped crying I looked up and I saw my angel, the answer to my prayers, although she did not take me with her, she granted me my wings into heaven.

Three days went by and I felt the changing in my body, my shoulders felt heavier but at the same time I felt lighter. After 2 weeks my body changed more, my eyes became blood red and the fat on my body disappeared. After a month my body was the living version of an angel. The doctors were astonished and they locked me in a prison of metal bars and triple concrete walls. I started praying again and after a couple of weeks the gods answered my prayers.

They sent the angel of death, but instead of killing me, we made a deal. He was going to set me free for my soul, and he claimed it was the gods wishes. I signed the contract in blood and he set me free. It was the day I died a man and was reborn into an angel. As I walked into heaven I was asked for in the holy senate chambers where they appointed me as the angel of wrath. I was the anger on earth and from then on I was to walk the earth until i had orders to go back into heaven.
Life as the gods wrath was a good job I enjoyed being the hand of vengeance I was good at my job by remembering the pain of the asylum. Never had I failed at my job and the more I did it, the stronger I became. It was like my power was the fear of others. Little did I know though that my life was not just this. The angel of death betrayed the gods and they gave his soul to the ruler of the underworld. The angels wings were burned and he was forced onto earth as an immortal without the wings to fly back.

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