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Post by MICHAEL TRUDE on Nov 16, 2012 18:49:01 GMT -5
It was that special moment where it was the last moment of a day ended and gone and the first moment of a new day full of promise and possibility. It was exactly midnight in Amsterdam… a bright, blinding, pure white light shown out in the approximate shape of a man. If one could have stood to gaze upon the figure instead of shielding their eyes they would have seen Michael standing there in his pure form, and Angel of the Lord. His wings stretching from his heals to well over his head covered in pure white feathers six inches long and the perfect figure of a sculpted statue there was a long sword sheathed at his right hip and a golden spear in his hand. That vision was only present for a moment. Just a fraction of time and then it was gone. Or was it really ever there? The wings disappeared first, fading into invisibility and then the light faded along with his weaponry, and the image of Michael Abhay Trude was left in that space… he held the same stature and height now, but looking distinctly human. Had there been someone else standing there? Not possible… it must have been a trick of the moon light. Yet… those endless blue eyes, they were much the same no matter what form Michael took.
Michael smiled at the irony. He had chose his destination: Earth, Amsterdam… but that he landed on the grounds outside of the church? His aim was rarely so precise. Still it seemed fitting. It wasn’t long before a light within the church came on. His arrival had woken someone and he didn’t really wish to be confronted as an Angel just yet so Michael headed threw the grounds around the church and toward the street.
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Post by ACHERON XANTHIS FABRILE on Nov 16, 2012 23:31:18 GMT -5
Acheron sat in the pews of the Oude Kerk, head bowed, wings out, halo glowing. It was late at night and the doors to the Church were long since locked, however, no such thing could keep an Angel out, especially of a Church of God. This was the only time Acheron came to pray in the human realm. He only felt proper if he was in his true form, wings showing, clear to any onlooker what he truly was.
Silence enveloped him, darkness hugged him, caressing the curves of his wings kindly, appreciating his presence and late night prayer. The silence was sliced gently, like a warm knife to butter as a single word was uttered from the Angel's lips: "Amen."
Feeling as though his day were finally completed and feeling as close to God as an Angel can feel while on the human plane, Acheron stood up slowly, gazing upon the stained glass windows, admiring their detail and beauty. While many humans were subject to sin, there were so many who loved God as he did, and for a moment, Acheron was filled with pure joy and hope for the seemingly lost causes. If man could create this beautiful place of worship, the sinners could be saved.
Closing his eyes, he concentrated and glamoured his feathery wings and glowing halo away. They were always there, but he was never allowed to show such features to humans. With this, he walked slowly out of the Church, the doors locking behind him as though no one had ever been inside.
As soon as he walked out of the building, Acheron was blinded for a mere second as another of his kind arrived on Earth. A smile found its way onto Acheron's face. He had feared he was the only one trying to save Amsterdam, now at least, he was not. He walked towards the Angel as he sped off into the street, quickly matching his stride. "Brother, what brings you here to Earth?" |
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Post by MICHAEL TRUDE on Nov 16, 2012 23:56:17 GMT -5
Michael had felt Acheron’s presence when he stepped out of the Church. He stopped and turned a smile on the other Angel. He was youngish… at least compared to him. Of course… Michel was one of the original seven, so there wasn’t much that was older than him, save God Himself. “Amsterdam is in chaos,” he answered the question, “there is more than just temptation here… the humans need protection, guidance. I am here to keep them safe.”
“It is good to find another here, brother,” he was glad that someone else thought these people worth saving.
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Post by ACHERON XANTHIS FABRILE on Nov 17, 2012 0:08:02 GMT -5
Acheron nodded as the elder Angel spoke. His face and presence were familiar. To his own shame, Acheron had never been personally close to God whilst in Heaven, or his closest council of Angels, the original seven, the Arch Angels. However, this Angel seemed to be one of the aforementioned, an Arch Angel. He smiled, it was truly joyous to know someone so important was here to share his mission.
"Indeed it is in chaos. The worst is yet to come, I fear," he said shaking his head in despair. "The humans grow restless and suspicious while the Rebels become more and more anxious with each passing day. I must confess though, I feared I was the only one interested enough to lead this city back to God." |
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Post by MICHAEL TRUDE on Nov 17, 2012 0:31:22 GMT -5
Acheron had a sense of joy around him… a kind of gladness. It was heartening to Michael. Still his words were not as bright at those feelings. “Some hold their faith still,” Michael said with encouraging warmth in his tone, “there is always hope.”
“I am Michael,” he told the younger Angel, if they were to work together – and they should, then they should know each other. He didn't know the other Angel, but there was something familiar to him in the feel, in the face all of his brothers. Michael was glad that he was here… perhaps he was one made to help lost souls. Michael was certainly one made to defend and protect… to fight evils.
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