2022-01-13
999 words (5 minutes)
“That was a waste,” they admonished. “How much of your Light did it take to rescue those people?”
“It wasn’t a lot…” the angel demurred.
“Nevertheless.” The archangel scowled. “You knew they were nonbelievers. You knew you would not be getting that Light back.”
2021-10-28
724 words (4 minutes)
The angel quivers in my grasp as I hold her by the neck.
“You shouldn’t be here, pretty thing,” I breathe. She whimpers when I let my fangs graze the gentle curve of her ear as I whisper into it. “This is my realm.”
2021-09-17
452 words (2 minutes)
Perhaps compliance came easier to other angels, but whenever my halo compelled me to turn from what I felt was right, or kind, or at least merciful, it grieved me. The love of the Light sometimes seemed so cruel and fickle. I did not see the wisdom in it that my peers did.