Fall of the angel; Part 2
“Ma'am...” the vampires began. “Are you familiar with the high witch and wizard who had established a close alliance with the Romansh's vampire kingdom?”
“Yes,” Nura's eyes suddenly filled with worry. “What happened?”
“I've come to inform that early in the evening the vampire castle was raided by the enemy. The witch and wizard were held captive and ultimately killed.”
“How? They are two of the strongest magic bearers I have ever met...” Behind Nura, Michealina's eyes were starting to tear up. Even so, she continued to listen.
“You see, the witch had been taken away by the Incubus... In an attempt to save his wife, the wizard had left for their kingdom; this only lead to his death. Other than that, I don't know much. The vampire lord had refused to help them. They didn't want to risk any of their soldiers.”
“It's fine,” Nura said, she was choked up and couldn't seem to think. “One life isn't worth so many...” That quote cut into Michealina's heart like a knife. How could she think that? Those stupid vampires should pay for not trying to save her parents. And those Incubus... When she got through with them, their specie would be extinct!
The vampire held some sort of sympathy in his eyes from where Michealina stood, but he said no more and bowed respectfully, seeming to understand her situation.
Nura bowed back. “Thank you for bringing us this news...” She glanced at the kitchen. She dismissed the vampire before closing the door.
Michealina leaned against the wall, tears streaming down her face. After Nura began her approach to the little girl, Michealina turned tail and ran for her bed room. There, she quietly sobbed into her bed sheets. Hatred soon overwhelmed her thoughts.
An angel sat among clouds, alone and waiting. Staring up at the sky of light he felt empty. His wings, losing their feathers and flesh, ached along his back.
“Father, what must I do? I trust in you to show me...” With a quiet sigh he lowed his head to rest in the palm of his hand. “I feel so lost. My entire soul is so broken... Please, Lord, give me a chance. Give me a true body in which my soul can be perfected... I can't go on like this.”
A light shone above him, growing brighter and brighter until, even with his eyes closed, he could see it. A voice, that sounded purposely like his own, echoed through his soul. He couldn't help but smile. “Never forget that I always am with you," said the voice. "Though you may not hear nor feel me for what seems like forever. Your truth will come to you. Trust in yourself, Fucaru, as you trust in me; for in many ways we are the same. Once you have your wish your destiny unfolds with your choices. Trust in your power, Fucaru. Trust it, and some day you will find yourself again.”
With that the voice faded and “Fucaru” opened his eyes. The blinding light was gone. He didn't say a word then, but felt his mind reviewing what the Lord had said. What did God mean by finding himself again? He guessed that was his problem... He didn't believe in his power. Not many did. At least, not the ones with imperfect souls, like him and most of the world. But his turn was approaching, he had to keep his mind open.
He saw dark shadows prowling and a hole opening beneath him physically. And so it dawned on him that the fact was he was going to fall... An altogether alien feeling grew inside him. He was falling. Through the clouds, past the blue sky, down to a forest of trees of many kinds. As he went he tried to flap his wings, but they were gone. In a few motions, he managed to balance himself out.