Raining Angels

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\"Now, please, take your time and think of what you have done to us. You put all of your brother\'s and sister\'s lives at risk, Makatiel. I shall be back to collect you when I think you have served your punishment.\" Lucifer whispered, his voice soft like that of a mother, before he closed the heavy iron door. Makatiel sighed as it clicked, locking. He knew he would be awhile down here. He\'d put his, and a squad of new gouls lives at risk, just because Lucifer had trusted him. Both Lucifer and he thought he was triained and smart enough to lead a squad of the newly deceased into the living world again to serch for any impure dying souls, yet Makatiel had lost control at the a sight of a small body being roughly assaulted in a dark alley way...and before he\'d relised what he\'d done, dark red stains covered his hands, and the smaller lesser gouls were crying out, puling at him, taking him home to Hell. The small boy who\'d he\'d risked his safety for, had scrambled away silently. He had broken Lucifer\'s rules, and was now going to pay the price. No more trips to the sprit plane, as they called it, well, as least not for a long time. Plus he\'d have to give up five years of Hallow\'s Eve. Hallow\'s Eve was all fallen angels favorite time, a time where they were allowed, once a year, to walk the Sprit plane as they wished, as were the angels of Hevean. Hevean and Hell were at peace for one day, God and Lucifer sat aside their continuous fighting, allowing their winged ones to mingle. To Makatiel, he\'d rather been born five thousand times, and die five thousands times than give up five Hallow\'s Eve. Isolation for entirety was nothing to that. Oh, he prayed that he\'d be able to talk Lucifer out this punishment. Surely Lucifer wouldn\'t keep him from his one joy in his life, he thought.

He was in isolation for a very long time, he knew, and expected nothing more. He\'d had been stupid, and must now pay all the time, alone and in solid darkness, but this was nothing compared to not seeing his little angel of Hevean for five long years. Makatiel knew he\'d die, knew that without the face of his white winged golden angle, he\'d die a slow and painful death of an fallen angel. All angels could die, but it was far different than the description of death to humans. Dying to an angle, fallen or not, meant going blind, deaf, and dumb, being locked up inside the walls of one\'s mind for all eternity, or until Lucifer and God came to and agreement, in which, once again, all angels, all souls, and all lives were of peace, no rules. Not even God could do anything about anything then, no rules. Nothing, but happiness in which ever way a person wanted it most, or who they loved the most. Say, if Matakiel was to ever live long enough and Lucifer and God stopped their fighting, he knew in his heart, head and soul, where he would be and with whom. He\'d be with his little Zotiel, and their love would no longer be forbidden. But if Zotiel never returned his love, then Makatiel\'s Paradise would be to know that Zotiel was happy in his. Even to hear the lovely notes of Zotiel\'s fife, which he was fond of playing for hours and hours on end, would be Paradise.

Makatiel bit his thumb as he let his mind wander over all of this. But slowly, thoughts of Zotiel became more frequant, and he closed his eyes, remembering before he took his Fall.

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\"Play us Flight of the Wild Geese, Zotiel.\" Azriel said, her voice light and happy. The small group of angels nodded in agreement to the tiny form that sat upon a large rock, legs crossed. Some of them laid about, wings spread wide across the grass, some rested on their elbows, and all were content. Yet one sat farther away than the rest, his back against a tree, a sad look upon his pale beuaty. A small gust of wind rustled his dark brown, almost black, hair around his head, and his light chocolate brown eyes were focused on the angel on the rock, the one with the fife. His slightly tanned skin was shade under the tree, and his slightly muscled arms were on the ground. Fine white wings rested against his back, cushioning his back against the tree. He knew he was welcomed to join them, but did not. \"Please, play another one, Zotiel\" He whispered to himself with his voice of thick honey reduced to merely a fine thred of gentleness.

The angel upon the rock smiled at Azriel, his large, electric, forest green eyes sparkling in the sunlight as wispy strings of his blond, almost white hair flew around his beuatiful face. He had small up-turned nose, and a very small perfect mouth with pale tiny lips that never seemed to frown. Smiling, he raised the fife eot his lips, and began to play.

Mataiel\'s heart swelled. Oh how the angel could play, his small fingers hitting every note on key, and he never seemed to miss the perfect beat. The song was a happy one, although not overly so. The notes were long, and jumped chords quickly, yet Zotiel was doing perfectly. But it ended all too soon, and the fife was laid on the small angels lap. Zotiel smiled, then in his small childish voice of a cherub, asked, \"Any others?\"

A voice spoke a bit louder than the others. \"Have Makatiel bring over his harp, and play Vagabond\'s Waltz?\"

Makatiel\'s breath caught in his throat. He was to play with Zotiel? Part of him desperately wanted to, yet the other bigger part was telling him to stay in shadows, that he didn\'t deserve to be in the close vacinity of somehting so beuatiful, but just as he was rising to leave Zotiel\'s voice rang out. \"Come play with me.\"

And Makatiel\'s will crumbled. Slowly, he picked up his abandoned harp, and walk to the group, feeling like the odd one out. All of these angel\'s hiar was lighter than his, as were most of the angle\'s and no one had his chocolate eyes. \"What are we going to play?\" he asked, waiting this to be over soon. He did not wish to continue to draw such attention on himself. He\'d much rather watch Zotiel from a distance, in the shadows. And here he stood for all the others to examine.

Zotiel patted the rock beside him, and motioned for him to sit down. \"Do you know Vagabond\'s Waltz?\" he asked in his light tone, still smiling at Makatiel. The other lone angel blinked at the rock before carefully stepping over everyone else and sitting on the sun bathed rock.

\"Yes.\" Makatiel replied in his rich voice.

And they played, both of the silver instruments singing in a glorious mixture of sad and mournful tunes, mingling and intwining around the other. Makatiel knew if had been any more nervous, he would defiantly not be able to play so well, yet his nervousness also seemed to fuel his will to do the best he\'d ever done in his life.

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Makatiel\'s heart was pained of the image of his beloved, playing his fife. Oh, how he wanted the boy, to watch, touch and hold. Yet those things were forbidden in Hevean. And thus, was the reason Makatiel had agreed to follow Lucifer into his fall, and become one of the banished, one to watch after all the souls who did not understand, the violent ones, the ones like them, who did not belong in Hevean. Hell wasn\'t such a bad place. There were few rules. Obey Lucifer, respect those higher in ranks, do not murder, (and seeing as you were already dead, it did not make much sense to try to any ways) and never go to the spirit plane with out permission. Hevean had many rules, and was very strict on them, although the place was one of sacred beuaty. It was in Hell, though, that Makatiel hoped to one day have his little one, hoped that one day, Lucifer and God would quite fighting about who\'s idea of Paradise was better.

Lucifer had promised things, but no one really believed them. And Lucifer didn\'t care as long as he had a handful of servants to help him recruit souls to his side. But it wasn\'t important if Lucifer lied straight to yourself, for there was much more hope than that in Hevean, where many things were impossible.

Rolling over on the hard stone, Makatiel decided he would use this time to gain some despretly needed sleep, and closed his eyes. Just as sleep began to pull him into her wanting arms, the door was opened, and Makatiel dragged to his feet. Before he could register what was happening, the fallen angle found himself in the main hallway, o his knees, looking towards the throne. \"Wh-what\'s going on?\" he asked groggily, and looked up to his Master who sat on his throne.

Lucifer smiled at him gently. \"You were willing to accept that you had done wrong, no?\"

\"Yes, I know what I did was wrong and out of rage. I should control my temper.\" Makatiel answered, still wanting to know what was going on.

\"I thought you should know, my dearest child, that it is raining angels.\" Lucifer said, then motioned to the guards to pull Makatiel back into his cell of isolation, confused.

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