The hills of heaven where no longer pure, but now stained in blood, the blood of their own family. There was no end to it, betrayal, sorrow, hate was corrupting the very existence of life. Justice was put aside, as their own creator did not destroy them, because they are a part of him. He instead lock them away, forever until the last dawn of the final day. In a small room, cleared with practically nothing, an angel resided there. He had golden hair and eyes of purity like the spirit of his maker. His golden tunic matching his golden sash that symbolized him as an Archangelus. He was Gabriel or so Gabrielus, the messenger. He held a white book, with a golden inscription, the Holy Book. War was still upon them, but one cannot kill ones own brother. Humans came to view after that, because they are the key to finally destroy darkness, but the snake was cunning, cunning enough to turn them against them.
The angels where hurt as the sorrow of the world grew, the planet dying with each passing scream, each passing soul, each passing breath... They came to us, like us, and so they live among us. Not knowing who they are, we only seem to think they are not here, but they are here. As your friend helps you up, as your family gives a smile, a support a loving hug of just. The light will keep shining as the hearts of those who keep it, the purity of light. Darkness will always exist, it is the balance intent or else there would be no existence, but even so, no one is born with darkness. Light is always inside of you, lurking itself through your heart. The key to destroy darkness is the heart of the human soul. Angels do not have soul, demons do not have heart, they are but spirits in a mission, or else their existence would be futile. Humans are the key, to the worlds end and beginning. Gabrielus looked down into earth and stared, looking at the people, day by day, walking to work, eating with friends, having a family. They all did it right, of course, sometimes the table turns, but it is necessary to see the other side, to understand the world a bit more. After that, he closed his eyes, thinking, and in a blink of an eye he was in a darken room, more likely a hotel room. He went out and nod his head to the maid that waved to him. After he went through the passage, he found an elevator and disappeared through it, leaving only the scent of purity.
The view came back up to a market place. People where buying the usual, laying the yet old-empty wallets at their children to make an excuse for not buying something. As the old people laughed and hugged and the young kissed and stared. The world was a circle of feelings, of guilt, of sorrow, but even in that imperfection, there is always something to stir the soup to the right side, something of pure heart. In an outburst, a truck lost control and crashed on a store. As it did a thief came out running with his bag filled with money. A policeman came and tried to stop him, but as he did, the thief looked around and saw two teenager boys playing. One was pale and had black hair, while the other was pale as the snow and with a hair like gold itself. He grabbed the pale black haired boy. He took out his gun and while putting it to the boy's head he stared at the policeman with a darken hate of despair. The streets where silent, dead-like at the situation. Now they argued to release the boy, and the other to run and live. The boy with the golden hair stared at the two arguing and looked back to his friend, crying was his friend, frightened of the situation. The boy looked up in the sky and closed his eyes, he thought of all the life that he had, the happy moment and the sad ones. Flashbacks of moments with his friend came to view, but there was no time for memories, but to save the ones you care for was a must. He looked into his friends eyes and said with a kind and gentle voice:
"I am sorry my friend, forgive me..."
As he did he smiled kindly and with a blink of an eye he ran to the thief, making him release his friend but at a dark price. The thief in the act of confusion shot the boy, and as he did, time itself stopped. All the memories, all the sorrow, all seemed to be but a dream, a glyph of memories. He was falling now, slowly in the air, and he turned around and looked at his friend who was now laying on the ground screaming at him. As he fell, he stared and gave a kind smile, and said:
"I will see you again"
Now time had come back to life, the people screaming at the now red carpet that was formed in the road. The golden haired boy was now laying peacefully in the road, sleeping, happily with his gentle smile carved in his face. The thief dropped his weapon and dropped out in tears. The policeman took the thief to his car and the people rumoring as the usual. Now the center was silent and cold. The boy crawled to his friend's dead body, and took him to his arms. He stared at his carved smiling face, and whispered in his ear:
"Friendship will never die my friend"
He held his hand tightly and cried, then looked up in the sky as it was now cloudless but only the sun's bright light that was in view. He looked around lost in his pain, suddenly from afar he saw a bright light. The light vanished revealing a boy with golden hair. The boy was wrapped in a golden tunic and large golden jewelry. The boy gently smiled back and waved him goodbye, then in a blink of an eye he vanished into what seemed nothing. The view became clear once again that the only thing that could be spotted where dancing feathers falling gently in the wind. He looked into the sky while clearing his now almost dry tears and smiled. Friendship, Love, Family, all are the key to beating darkness, but at a cost not many would fit to give. This is the story, of the purity of friendship, of those infused with the heart of an angel or best said An Archangelus, of the people that have the heart of gold.
By, Lucius Vorenos
Friday, february 15, 2008, PR[10:18pm]
