Raining Angels
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Makatiel scratched at his neck, long sharpened claws leaving little red marks on his pale skin. Stretching his hands out in front of him, he stared at it. Oh, how he\'d changed. His fingers which had been so small and delicate had become like talons, long and twisted. His skin, which had once been a light hale shade of tan, was now a sickly pale color, although his glorious face still reflected his angelic life, his chocolate eyes still gleaming when he was excite or happy...But Neither of those seemed to happen anymore. From the last time he\'d mearseued, he\'d been 5\' 9\" and weighed 132 lbs, a scrawny little thing, with no actual muscle to his frame, but now that old and forgotten body had changed into something that seemed to have grown completely secluded from nature\'s way. Over the past centuries, he\'d grown over a foot, standing to 6\' 11\", and weighing in around 189 lbs. He was no longer the starved-little thing he once looked like,so so many decades behind him, muscles rippling under his skin when he rolled his shoulders and popping his back, which he was quite fond of. Makatiel was no longer an angel, and no longer would take the title of fallen angel. Only one name suited him, only one word would explain what he had become.
Demon.
Yet, inside this new body of power, was the same soul of the angel who\'d Fallen for love. Makatiel was still content to sit and think of any memory of Zotiel, as he did when time would allow. But he was not the only one who\'d changed. Lucifer, as well as his domain, had changed in all the centuries of exile. Oh, his wishes, his dreams, everything Lucifer had ever wanted had gone up into smoke for Hell was now nothing but chaos. Things were always going wrong, things were always being turned upside-down, and here Lucifer was trying to place everything back into order, failing miserably. Souls of the damned, souls that didn\'t understand where they had been sent, were sent to him everyday in the masses, yet in all the chaos, something much more valuable than their lives had been lost. Through all of this, through watching his beautiful children and his dreams burn into something he never wanted, of course a man would lose his mind, it only took time. And now, in all this chaos, the ruler had gone completely insane. Lucifer in his insane stage didn\'t seem to care any longer, didn\'t care that souls and his Fallen children had slowly taken over, All he cared about was the small recesses of his hall ways. He was a broken king, a god thrown from his throne, lost into his soul. Yet, as tragic as it seemed, all his angels speculated that maybe Hell was better now, with out him scurrying from here to there, trying to fix things. Now, his first Fallen Seven could split the duties between themselves with less quarrel to whom was more important to the insane angel, and spread the other Fallen around.
Thus, Hell had it\'s seven levels, one for each of his Fallen angels to order and guard and protect. Souls that were placed in Hell, had only one reason to be there, and that was simply because they did not think that they could be taken to Heaven. But, the more guilt one felt, the farther down one went on the chain of the levels. A person who thought they might be able to soar into Heaven would be on the first level until they thought they had suffered enough, so the first level was full of the screams of their wants and needs until they knew that all they had to do to get what they wanted was to grasp it and allow it to pull them into their Paradise. In the second, their screams were only a notch below that of the first\'s. And so it went getting quieter and quieter until the last and smallest level was reached.
Beliel smiled as he watched Makatiel, whom was deep in thought, as always. Gently, he tapped his brother of Hell on the arm, and watched as Makatiel was brought out of his day-dreaming. \"Yes?\" was the answer Beliel received, to a statement long forgotten.
\"I was telling you of Asariel\'s new disciple, one the newly fallen.\" Beliel said, referring to the fallen angel they had been graced with only a few hours ago. Falling angels came only once in a blue moon, as some pure human souls took their place, or they no longer agreed with their God, and when one fell it was given the choice of it\'s superior, choosing from one of the Seven. Most choose Asariel, thinking that as he was the angel protecting the first layer, they would have the easiest job. But the myths about the first layer having the most calm souls was a lie, as explain above. They screamed, wither, and tortured themselves, so close to redemption they could taste it. And the ones that Makatiel himself were in charge of were the calmest, for they had some to peace with themselves and knew that their sins were far to great to even try to think about redemption or that they did not belong him Heaven for what ever reason they had believed themselves unworthy. They had made their own Heaven and now were to lie forever in it, content, but not truly happy nor would they ever be. They would quietly walk amongst one another, dwelling on what little thoughts they had. It was quiet easy to sit among them and do nothing, as Makatiel was happy to do every chance he received, and the others didn\'t mind of his lack of work, for angels were usually created with a sense to help others. Makatiel was an exception, apparently. Beile made sure Makatiel was paying attention to him before continuing. \"As, I was saying, he was telling you of what he had said to me before being escorted to Asariel. He said that five or so others were going to follow him shortly. There\'s been a uprising or some other disturbance in Heaven. So, I wanted to tell you to prepare for an apprentice.\" Beliel finished as he stood up, his thick curly hair bouncing about his shoulders, blue eyes sparkling. He too had under gone changes, although instead of gaining muscle, he\'d lost, and now was small and tiny, where he\'d once been know for towering over others. \"That\'s all.\"
Before Makatiel had the chance to bid farewell, he was gone. Makatiel rolled his eyes and returned to his thoughts of Zotiel in his quite little piece of Hell. He thought of the five years he hadn\'t seen the boy, although that had been so long ago. Actually the last time he\'d seen Zotiel was two years ago, at the last Hallow\'s Eve Zotiel had attended. The last two Hallow\'s Eve however, the little angel had not appeared, and none of his little angelic friends would acknowledge Makatiel\'s presence. Oh course Makatiel had been worried, although now he just pushed it aside, telling himself that Zotiel\'s God must have had needed such a important little child. Slowly, he began to think of so long ago, when, after Lucifer had freed him of isolation because of his mishaps and had allowed him to once again participate in Hallow\'s Eve, he\'d seen his little angel.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*That Hallow\'s Eve, Long Ago~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
\"Makatiel. Long time, no see. What did you do wrong this time to miss Hallow\'s Eve for five long years?\" Michael sneered, his white wings fluttering around him slightly as he joined Makatiel on the path. The two had harbored a long hatred of the other. Makatiel snarled at him, a habit picked up by the ghouls.
\"Shut your fuckin\' mouth, Michael.\" he snapped, and shoved the slight form. Michael gasped. When had Makatiel grown so strong? He didn\'t bother to wait for Makatiel to shove him out of the way, scrambling to his feet, and taking to the air. Makatiel snorted at him, as he continued his way down the winding road. This year, the spot chosen to hold the main festivities of Hallow\'s Eve was hidden deep within thick woods, hidden from the rest of the humans corrupted world. As he twisted his way through the thicket, Makatiel felt his heartbeat quicken. Oh, five years had been far too long, five years of agony.
Soft lights hung from thin branches, and a murmur of speech was heard through the thick crowd as all boundaries were forgotten between the Fallen and God\'s Children, as they called themselves. Although this would be the perfect time to corrupt many of the pure angels, none of the Fallen would right now. Now was the time that they could see friends they had left behind for their own beliefs or reasons. The most a Fallen would go was strictly friendship. White and silver colored mixed within darker colors, although, when this tradition had begun, they had appeared the same. Now, the Fallen seemed different, had a different sense about them. The Fallen were all taller than the Golden, and more fuller, no longer needing the slight bodies to fly as they were content to either walk to their destination, or had the ability, time, and strength to make the muscles of their backs stronger.
\"Makatiel! Makatiel!\" Makatiel was able to turn slightly at his name being screamed before being attacked by a slight body wrapping about him. As he as pushed to the ground, the small body on his grinned at him, still refusing to get off of him, snuggling into his chest. Makatiel awkwardly got to his feet with the small body attached to his own, then pulled at the boy\'s shoulders to see him better. When he was able to get a glimpse of the face, two things happened. First, his heart swelled with in him, in sheer happiness, and his eyes shown with the long forgotten emotion of love. And second, his groin gave a very harsh twist.
\"Hello, little Zotiel.\" he said.
~*Later*~
\"It\'s almost time to go, Zotiel. Look, there go some of the Golden now.\" Makatiel said softly, pointing upwards, as a few of shimmering specks were seen against the deep night sky. Zotiel who\'d refused to leave his side for the entire span of the night, glanced up at him. They sat under a very large tree, the shadows playing around them.
\"But I don\'t want you to go for so long. Your one of best friends...\" Zotiel sniffled. Makatiel\'s shoulder\'s dropped regretfully.
\"But I have too, and you have to go back.\" Makatiel would have seen the look of fear in the stormy grey eyes, had he been able to see through the darkness. \"Don\'t worry, you\'ll be okay for a year. Just be sure to come back.\" he smiled, hoping that Zotiel could see it or at least sense it.
Zotiel nodded slightly, then leaned against Makatiel, sighing. \"You\'ll be here for me right?\" he whispered, and smiled lightly as Makatiel leaned back into him.
\"Always, I promise.\"
~*~End FlashBack~*~
Makatiel sighed at his memory, as he closed his eyes. Life was a bitch.
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Okay, I hope this makes sense, but if you have any questions, please ask me. And I\'m just getting to the whole...bad and naughty parts....
Next chapter - What role does Michael play in this little love-affair, and what\'s this whole disturbance in Heaven about??
Makatiel - Plague of God
Zotiel - Little One of God
Asariel - He Whom God Has Bound
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Makatiel scratched at his neck, long sharpened claws leaving little red marks on his pale skin. Stretching his hands out in front of him, he stared at it. Oh, how he\'d changed. His fingers which had been so small and delicate had become like talons, long and twisted. His skin, which had once been a light hale shade of tan, was now a sickly pale color, although his glorious face still reflected his angelic life, his chocolate eyes still gleaming when he was excite or happy...But Neither of those seemed to happen anymore. From the last time he\'d mearseued, he\'d been 5\' 9\" and weighed 132 lbs, a scrawny little thing, with no actual muscle to his frame, but now that old and forgotten body had changed into something that seemed to have grown completely secluded from nature\'s way. Over the past centuries, he\'d grown over a foot, standing to 6\' 11\", and weighing in around 189 lbs. He was no longer the starved-little thing he once looked like,so so many decades behind him, muscles rippling under his skin when he rolled his shoulders and popping his back, which he was quite fond of. Makatiel was no longer an angel, and no longer would take the title of fallen angel. Only one name suited him, only one word would explain what he had become.
Demon.
Yet, inside this new body of power, was the same soul of the angel who\'d Fallen for love. Makatiel was still content to sit and think of any memory of Zotiel, as he did when time would allow. But he was not the only one who\'d changed. Lucifer, as well as his domain, had changed in all the centuries of exile. Oh, his wishes, his dreams, everything Lucifer had ever wanted had gone up into smoke for Hell was now nothing but chaos. Things were always going wrong, things were always being turned upside-down, and here Lucifer was trying to place everything back into order, failing miserably. Souls of the damned, souls that didn\'t understand where they had been sent, were sent to him everyday in the masses, yet in all the chaos, something much more valuable than their lives had been lost. Through all of this, through watching his beautiful children and his dreams burn into something he never wanted, of course a man would lose his mind, it only took time. And now, in all this chaos, the ruler had gone completely insane. Lucifer in his insane stage didn\'t seem to care any longer, didn\'t care that souls and his Fallen children had slowly taken over, All he cared about was the small recesses of his hall ways. He was a broken king, a god thrown from his throne, lost into his soul. Yet, as tragic as it seemed, all his angels speculated that maybe Hell was better now, with out him scurrying from here to there, trying to fix things. Now, his first Fallen Seven could split the duties between themselves with less quarrel to whom was more important to the insane angel, and spread the other Fallen around.
Thus, Hell had it\'s seven levels, one for each of his Fallen angels to order and guard and protect. Souls that were placed in Hell, had only one reason to be there, and that was simply because they did not think that they could be taken to Heaven. But, the more guilt one felt, the farther down one went on the chain of the levels. A person who thought they might be able to soar into Heaven would be on the first level until they thought they had suffered enough, so the first level was full of the screams of their wants and needs until they knew that all they had to do to get what they wanted was to grasp it and allow it to pull them into their Paradise. In the second, their screams were only a notch below that of the first\'s. And so it went getting quieter and quieter until the last and smallest level was reached.
Beliel smiled as he watched Makatiel, whom was deep in thought, as always. Gently, he tapped his brother of Hell on the arm, and watched as Makatiel was brought out of his day-dreaming. \"Yes?\" was the answer Beliel received, to a statement long forgotten.
\"I was telling you of Asariel\'s new disciple, one the newly fallen.\" Beliel said, referring to the fallen angel they had been graced with only a few hours ago. Falling angels came only once in a blue moon, as some pure human souls took their place, or they no longer agreed with their God, and when one fell it was given the choice of it\'s superior, choosing from one of the Seven. Most choose Asariel, thinking that as he was the angel protecting the first layer, they would have the easiest job. But the myths about the first layer having the most calm souls was a lie, as explain above. They screamed, wither, and tortured themselves, so close to redemption they could taste it. And the ones that Makatiel himself were in charge of were the calmest, for they had some to peace with themselves and knew that their sins were far to great to even try to think about redemption or that they did not belong him Heaven for what ever reason they had believed themselves unworthy. They had made their own Heaven and now were to lie forever in it, content, but not truly happy nor would they ever be. They would quietly walk amongst one another, dwelling on what little thoughts they had. It was quiet easy to sit among them and do nothing, as Makatiel was happy to do every chance he received, and the others didn\'t mind of his lack of work, for angels were usually created with a sense to help others. Makatiel was an exception, apparently. Beile made sure Makatiel was paying attention to him before continuing. \"As, I was saying, he was telling you of what he had said to me before being escorted to Asariel. He said that five or so others were going to follow him shortly. There\'s been a uprising or some other disturbance in Heaven. So, I wanted to tell you to prepare for an apprentice.\" Beliel finished as he stood up, his thick curly hair bouncing about his shoulders, blue eyes sparkling. He too had under gone changes, although instead of gaining muscle, he\'d lost, and now was small and tiny, where he\'d once been know for towering over others. \"That\'s all.\"
Before Makatiel had the chance to bid farewell, he was gone. Makatiel rolled his eyes and returned to his thoughts of Zotiel in his quite little piece of Hell. He thought of the five years he hadn\'t seen the boy, although that had been so long ago. Actually the last time he\'d seen Zotiel was two years ago, at the last Hallow\'s Eve Zotiel had attended. The last two Hallow\'s Eve however, the little angel had not appeared, and none of his little angelic friends would acknowledge Makatiel\'s presence. Oh course Makatiel had been worried, although now he just pushed it aside, telling himself that Zotiel\'s God must have had needed such a important little child. Slowly, he began to think of so long ago, when, after Lucifer had freed him of isolation because of his mishaps and had allowed him to once again participate in Hallow\'s Eve, he\'d seen his little angel.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*That Hallow\'s Eve, Long Ago~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
\"Makatiel. Long time, no see. What did you do wrong this time to miss Hallow\'s Eve for five long years?\" Michael sneered, his white wings fluttering around him slightly as he joined Makatiel on the path. The two had harbored a long hatred of the other. Makatiel snarled at him, a habit picked up by the ghouls.
\"Shut your fuckin\' mouth, Michael.\" he snapped, and shoved the slight form. Michael gasped. When had Makatiel grown so strong? He didn\'t bother to wait for Makatiel to shove him out of the way, scrambling to his feet, and taking to the air. Makatiel snorted at him, as he continued his way down the winding road. This year, the spot chosen to hold the main festivities of Hallow\'s Eve was hidden deep within thick woods, hidden from the rest of the humans corrupted world. As he twisted his way through the thicket, Makatiel felt his heartbeat quicken. Oh, five years had been far too long, five years of agony.
Soft lights hung from thin branches, and a murmur of speech was heard through the thick crowd as all boundaries were forgotten between the Fallen and God\'s Children, as they called themselves. Although this would be the perfect time to corrupt many of the pure angels, none of the Fallen would right now. Now was the time that they could see friends they had left behind for their own beliefs or reasons. The most a Fallen would go was strictly friendship. White and silver colored mixed within darker colors, although, when this tradition had begun, they had appeared the same. Now, the Fallen seemed different, had a different sense about them. The Fallen were all taller than the Golden, and more fuller, no longer needing the slight bodies to fly as they were content to either walk to their destination, or had the ability, time, and strength to make the muscles of their backs stronger.
\"Makatiel! Makatiel!\" Makatiel was able to turn slightly at his name being screamed before being attacked by a slight body wrapping about him. As he as pushed to the ground, the small body on his grinned at him, still refusing to get off of him, snuggling into his chest. Makatiel awkwardly got to his feet with the small body attached to his own, then pulled at the boy\'s shoulders to see him better. When he was able to get a glimpse of the face, two things happened. First, his heart swelled with in him, in sheer happiness, and his eyes shown with the long forgotten emotion of love. And second, his groin gave a very harsh twist.
\"Hello, little Zotiel.\" he said.
~*Later*~
\"It\'s almost time to go, Zotiel. Look, there go some of the Golden now.\" Makatiel said softly, pointing upwards, as a few of shimmering specks were seen against the deep night sky. Zotiel who\'d refused to leave his side for the entire span of the night, glanced up at him. They sat under a very large tree, the shadows playing around them.
\"But I don\'t want you to go for so long. Your one of best friends...\" Zotiel sniffled. Makatiel\'s shoulder\'s dropped regretfully.
\"But I have too, and you have to go back.\" Makatiel would have seen the look of fear in the stormy grey eyes, had he been able to see through the darkness. \"Don\'t worry, you\'ll be okay for a year. Just be sure to come back.\" he smiled, hoping that Zotiel could see it or at least sense it.
Zotiel nodded slightly, then leaned against Makatiel, sighing. \"You\'ll be here for me right?\" he whispered, and smiled lightly as Makatiel leaned back into him.
\"Always, I promise.\"
~*~End FlashBack~*~
Makatiel sighed at his memory, as he closed his eyes. Life was a bitch.
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Okay, I hope this makes sense, but if you have any questions, please ask me. And I\'m just getting to the whole...bad and naughty parts....
Next chapter - What role does Michael play in this little love-affair, and what\'s this whole disturbance in Heaven about??
Makatiel - Plague of God
Zotiel - Little One of God
Asariel - He Whom God Has Bound