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The Saved and the Damned

The Saved

Sydney POV

Heaven was home to me. The clouds were my bed. The gardens were my TV. Everything about this place was…well heaven. But every home has its own little slice of odd. Being in Heaven there were certain rules that everyone had to follow. Look over God’s children. Obey the laws of the bible. And most importantly, never converse with other Angels…

“Daemyn, have you listened to some of the music in the last century? Some of it is really good but others…others just make me nervous.” I said sitting next to the only Angel in heaven I talked to.

He picked up a purple orchid and stuck his nose in it before handing it to me. “I like music with the suits and conductor.” He smiled.

“I’m not sure if I like any of it. I like the music here. Just the sound of nature.” I said smelling the flower he handed me.

“Celia, can I ask you a question?” Daemyn asked.

“Does it involve the flower?” I asked holding up the flower.

He chuckled, “no, if you got the opportunity to leave Heaven and be a part of Earth. Would you take it?”

I turned away from him and looked into the garden. Green and bright colors bombarded my eyes. Of course I was used to it by now it was still gorgeous. I turned back to face him with a smile. “I have always gazed at the people down on Earth with wonder. The way they talk to each other and have fun. The way they are amazed at new things. I would not hesitate if an opportunity like that came to me.” I paused, “why do you ask?”

“Because I saw a messenger, they only come around when they send angels to Earth.” He picked a white rose and began to play with the petals with his fingertips.

When I heard another Angel walking in the garden I quickly stood up, gave Daemyn a peck on the cheek and walked to the pools. I slipped the straps of my dress off of my shoulders and walked into the garden pools to let the warm water sooth me. Bedell, the messenger stood by the pool. I smiled to him and continued my soak in the pools.

“Celia, Angel of Heaven?” Bedell asked standing just outside of the pool.

“Yes?” I questioned bringing my hair forward.

“Azrael has asked to speak with you.” He said then walked off.

I took some time to realize what he had just said. An Archangel wants to speak with me. I finally realized I would be taking up his time and got out of the pool and slipped my dress back on. I walked through the gardens and found the door to the most powerful angels in Heaven. I took a moment to compose myself and stepped inside.

It smelt like cherries. Hmm. It didn’t seem as if there were any walls. Like most of Heaven. I passed by only one Angel. And she looked as if she came back from a visit with Lucifer. I tried not to look at her and continued my walk. Was this a death sentence? Did someone find out that I was talking with Daemyn? I would be cast out of Heaven if that happened.

“Celia, sit.” I heard a booming voice demand.

I looked around the blue haze of the room to find a single white chair. I sat in it and waited. What would an Archangel want with a tiny watching Angel? I folded my hands in my lap and glanced around the room. Again, the appearance of no walls was the only thing I could see. When I turned my head back around to face the front of me there he was, Azrael himself. He was beautiful. He dressed in a white suit, he had combed back black hair and bright green eyes. He seemed to glow, of course all of the Angels glowed in Heaven, but he was different. Of course he was different. He was an Archangel. The highest power in Heaven next to The Father himself. Only the Archangels had seen God’s true face. Only they could knew true beauty.

He glanced down at me and it seemed as if he was studying me. When his eyes finally met mine again I cleared my throat. Not something that and Angel needed to do on a regular basis but I felt the need to do it.

“God needs your assistance.” He said in a much smoother voice than when he had told me to sit.

My jaw dropped and my heart skipped a beat. “Why me?” I asked when I finally had the ability to speak again.

“He has a job for you. I have been watching you gaze at the world below. You look at it with such wonder. And I knew that you would be the perfect Angel for this.” He smirked.

“What exactly is this, Azrael?” I had never heard any Angel say and Archangels name out loud.

“You know of Fallen Angels, yes?” He asked, I nodded slowly and he continued. “We have run into a problem with one of them. He as escaped out of hell and is living with God’s children.” He put his hands behind his back. “We need him back in Heaven,” he paused, “or to be put back in Hell.”

“How am I supposed to do something like that? Fallen Angels are terrorists that would do anything to destroy God.” My voice was shaky. “He would kill me if he found out what I will try to do to him.”

“You are a lovely Angel, Celia. You will find a way.” He grazed the side of my face with a gentle finger. “Are you willing to fight for Heaven?” He asked taking his hand away from my face.

“I would do anything for my Father.” I said letting the shakiness in my voice fade away.

“Good answer.” Azrael said with a smirk.

I took a deep breath knowing that the next few steps were going to hurt. I would have to fall from Heaven. The only other way would have to find someone who was strong enough to carry an Angel’s soul. And that would take a while. Daemyn would never know. I would be here one second and not the next. I would not get to say goodbye.

“May I ask something before I…descend?” I asked standing. He was shorter than I would have thought.

“Yes, you may.”

“Who am I looking for?” All he had given me was ‘Fallen Angel.’

He smirked, “you’ll know when you see him.”

At that, everything went black. I felt myself growing heavy. I could feel my wings become lighter. As if they were leaving me. My eyes fluttered shut and I fell backwards.

I could barely see the Earth when I began to come back to consciousness. I panicked and tried to use my wings but nothing. I was limp. I couldn’t move. I was just falling. My back faced the Earth. My wings and limbs stretched out in front of me not being able to move. Oh the horror the Fallen Angels must have felt when God cast them to Hell for all eternity.

I finally hit ground. Hard. I gasped when I finally started to breath in the air God had given his children. I looked around me, still on my back and I saw that I had created a crater. My wings were gone. My dress was charred. I ached to be back in Heaven. This world’s air was so heavy. I sat up slowly and finally saw the place I had fallen on. A small forest. Not nearly as beautiful as Heaven, but this place sounded lovely. I could hear birds and small creatures call out to one another. I smiled a bit and stood up.

I tried to steady myself when I stumbled forward. I caught myself and breathed in Earths air. It smelled like something new. I smiled and crawled out of the crater. I was almost completely unclothed. I couldn’t walk around Earth like this. I was immodest. I needed to find proper clothes.

I walked into the forest and took in all the sounds and smells. It was lovely. Not like Heaven at all, but that’s what I loved. It was different. It was new. When I had walked up to a large tree to touch I heard a gasp. I turned to see a man and a woman with bags on their back staring at me.

“Hello, I am in need of clothing.” I smiled at them.

The man continued to just stare at me, but the woman ran to my side. "Have you been hurt? Did someone do this to you?” She asked frantically trying to take off her jacket and wrap it around me.

I took some time to think about it. “Yes, someone did do this to me. But it’s okay. I’m safe.” I smiled at her.

The woman looked at me with narrowed eyebrows. “I have a few extra clothes in my bag. I can give them to you but you have to come with us back to our camp.” She nodded her head as if to ask if that was okay.

“Of course.” I said.

They walked me to their camp. It was a small clearing in the trees and a small fire pit was set up with a single tent. The woman left my side and went into her tent and came back out with clothes in one hand and a pair of black boots in another.

“Hopefully these will fit.” She said handing them to me. I began to take of my charred dress there but she stopped me. “Maybe you should do that in the tent?” She asked.

“Oh, sorry.” I had forgotten that Humans didn’t like much skin.

I went inside the tent and changed. The clothes she handed me fit perfectly. Tight jeans, and a flannel button up shirt. Except that the boots were a little too big. I came out and the woman smiled. “There you go. Would you like us to take to the police?” She asked.

“No, just to the city?” I asked. I didn’t much about this, but I knew that I has to get into the city.

“Are you sure?” The man asked.

“Yes, thank you.” I turned to the woman. “What is your name?” I asked.

“Roxy.” She smiled, “what about yours?”

I paused, Celia was an Angels name, surely I couldn’t go around with and Angels name? I looked down and glanced at the tent. ‘Made in Sydney, Australia.’ “Sydney.” I smiled.

“My cousin has that name.” The man said still staring at me.

“Are you sure you want to go into LA?” The woman asked.

LA…? “Yes, I need to go to LA.” I said feeling as if the name sounded familiar to me.

“Okay, well we got a bit of a hike back to our car.” The man said.

And with that they began to gather all of their belongings then we all walked to their car. Being a watcher I knew a lot about Earth. I knew how some of them talked, what the slang was. What different objects was…and even what the vile porn was. It was no time before I was sitting in the back seat of their car watching as the trees were left behind us. Soon they were replaced with small building then then soon large buildings that seemed to touch the clouds. I knew that wasn’t true but it looked as if they did.

“Where would you like to be dropped off?” The man asked. He was driving.

“Uhm,” I didn’t know where. I saw a line of people stretching out of a building all in black and wearing boots. Some of the men had make up on. “Here is fine.” I said.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes,” when he pulled over to the curb I thanked them then walked up to the people in the line. “Excuse me?” I asked a young girl who was talking with her friends. “What are you in line for?”

“A concert.” She said then went back to her talking.

“Hey, you want a ticket?” A boy asked stepping out of his line. “It’s extra, my friend bailed on me. I can give it to you for free?” He said. I started to grab the ticket but he backed his hand away. “But it’s only free if I get a kiss.” He smirked. I smirked back and placed my hand on his. Being an Angel we had the power to make anyone feel in complete peace. He smiled like a fool and loosened his grip on the ticket.

“Thank you.” I smiled and took the ticket.

I walked by all the people standing in line. They all had most of the same shirt on. I felt out of place almost. Well, I had to feel out of place. I was an Angel on Earth. I stopped where the line ended and smiled at the people in front of me. I waited for what only seemed like minutes until the line started to move. I followed it and soon I was in the building we were standing outside of. We all walked up to a person who was taking the tickets and then giving them back. I handed her my ticket when it was my turn and I walked into what looked to be a stage. But there were no seating areas. People just stood where they pleased. I followed the crowd and stood in the middle.

There was music playing over the speakers and people were talking. I tried to stay out of people’s way but it soon got too crowed to be able to have proper arm space. I gave in and decided not to care anymore. When the music stopped, four men walked out onto stage. Three of them had guitars strung over their shoulders, and the other walked behind a drum set.

“LA!” The man behind a microphone screamed. “How we doing?” The crowd responded by screaming. “Well, LA is home to us. We all hope you enjoy the epic music we are about to bring to your ears. We are Raising Hell!” Who wants to raise hell?

The music started out with soft drum beats and slow guitar notes. But it started to build and the man with the microphone started to scream. I was in a bit of a shock at first but then it started getting to me. I could feel the bass in my chest and I began to let my head bounce. I swayed to the beats and let it take me away. ‘Rock.’ I remembered. I hadn’t heard this music in a while. I had forgotten how much I loved it. When the song they were playing ended the man started to talk again.

“So,” he was panting, “you guys are fucking awesome!” He moved his hair away from his face. “So that was out last song. We hope you guys had fun rocking out with us. Again we are Raising Hell!” He threw his hand in the air and walked off stage.

People walked on stage and started to take all of the equipment off stage and put new ones up. And the same thing started over again. This time five people came on stage. Two with guitars, two singers, and one drummer.

“We’re really excited to be playing with…” a man to my left bumped into me and almost spilled his drink on me. I helped him to get steady again. “So anyway, we’re Volumes.” The music started different with this band. It immediately started hard and the singer wasted no time in screaming. I went through the same routines with the last band that was up.

This happened two more times. The last band went off and a new one came up. By the time a fifth band was going to come up it started with talking instead. Everyone started screaming when soft music came on with the talking. A deep voice rang through the venue.

“The kingdom of God is inside you, and all around you. Not in a mansion made of wood and stone. Split a piece of wood and God is there. Lift a stone and you will find God.” Then the screaming started. The crowd went crazy for the next group of five men to run up on stage. A drummer took his place behind his drums. Three guitarist stood in front of the crowd. Then…the singer. It was him. The Fallen Angel. “Holding onto lies, holding onto ties that vanished.”

They all had long black hair, had black makeup, and they were all wearing all black. The way he singed wasn’t like the others. He had a deep voice that was somewhat gravely. I got lost in the way he sounded. In the way he moved on stage. For most of what seemed like a lifetime I just watched him. How could something so perfect be so evil?

I wanted to know how I knew he was the Fallen Angel but I couldn't figure it out. It was just...there. A feeling in my heart and my head that told me that was him.

“Put your hands in the fucking air.” The singer put one fist in the air. “Scream, shout.” With each word he pumped his fist and so did the rest of the crowd. “We are the Fallen Angels!” I took a mental step back. Well if you’re going to hide something hide it in plain sight right?

The show finally ended with a song called ‘In The End.’ And everyone left the venue. I stayed inside waiting…

Notes

So hope you guys liked the first chapter! If you know my first stories Church is in Session series then awesome! But if you don't go check it out! Hope you guys like this first chapter. Don't forget to comment!!!

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