She walked to the edge of the clouds, and paused. Her heart ached with the sorrow she felt for the humans, though she knew she must do as her Lord commanded. She did not want to disobey; Rather, she desperately wanted to please Him, but she took no pleasure in her task. Many generations had passed since her Master had need of her skills, generations in which she had been gratefully relieved of her burden. But now the time had come, and she must play the role that she was created for. She studied her blade, shimmering in the light with a cruel beauty, and it was somehow comforting. As she began her descent to the mortal plane, she steeled herself for the unpleasantness to come, praying to her Master for guidance, and she felt the warmth of His light shine down on her. She knew that those who stood against Him must die. Her face, though still marked by her sadness, became determined and her eyes shone with a fierce light as she raised her sword against the Deceiver. Her prayer for the souls of the innocent, the guilty, and the misled alike rang in the still air as her blade sliced through the wicked throng, sending those who would oppose her Lord to meet their fate. No one stood before the Angel of Wrath when her blade ceased its deadly movement, for she had done her job well. "Come back to me, my daughter." She heard His voice echoing on the breeze as, with a grateful heart, she returned to her rightful place.
 AmethystDrag0n · Sat Jun 28, 2008 @ 05:53pm · 0 Comments |
