She and her sister sat on a tall rock
overlooking the valley below. It was the dark of the moon, the only
light in the sky was the twinkling cold diamonds shimmering in the
black velvet night. She was pensive, resigned. All these years and
she felt as if nothing had changed inside her. She closed her eyes
remembering back to when all was void and black, nothing existed but
the celestial. There was no earth, no sun. The planets were yet to be
thought of. It was good then, all was good.
“Did you ever wonder why
They made the planets?”
“Hadn't given much
thought to it. They were always coming up with something. I think
They played more than they actually thought things out. Remember the
galaxy with the seraphs? Not that they didn't deserve the best, it
was a very colorful place...”
“The animals were the
prototypes to these here but you're right, much more colorful. I
loved it that the striped horses were lavender and yellow.” Aine
Reigne smiled. It was a melancholy smile, but one all the same.
She touched Sarandiel's
hand as the noises of the night comforted her heart. This was the
most beautiful Hell created she thought. Deep green waters, a soft
azure sky. Dark barked trees with luscious leaves that turned many
shades and hues of the rainbow. Birds and animals of all kinds who
roamed, those that is, that were still here. Others sadly destroyed
on the whim of the Creators greatest birth. She wasn't fond of the
animal human. The animal human had ways that were not her own. Oh,
mind you, she did not care of the free will that was ingrained within
them. It was the core cruelty that made her cringe.
“What do you think
They're creating now in that large laboratory of Theirs ? It seems
that each moment there's something new in the universe. After all,
They can never be satisfied. Black holes were created just to throw
away Their mistakes.”
Sarandiel leaned back,
watching the shooting meteor in her night time sky. It was hers, They
had told her so. She was the ruler over this realm, just as the
others were rulers over theirs. She came down though, from time to
time, just to lay in the dark and watch from here, instead of
watching from above to see below.
“They've done it all you
would think. Angels, plants, animals, universes. What's left?”
Aine Reigne lay back next
to her sister and thought. What was left? Countless angels of all
kinds to do the bidding of the gods. Countless other bright wondrous
galaxies that animal human had yet to discover. Was there ever an
end? In the beginning there was the word, and the word was...
The Alpha and Omega the
beginning and the end was to her the perplexity of her world.
“And what of the Fallen
Ones? Of the Watchers? Of the Nephilim? Of Lucifer and the
rebellions? He was the Chosen One, before Emmanuel. Before us all.”
“Speaking of which, have
you heard from him as of late?” Sarandiel blew a kiss toward the
black sky as another star fell. One more for the books she thought,
which kept the record keepers in the seventh heaven busy. Boring.
Boring boring boring she thought. Who would want to spend their
eternity keeping up with the ramblings of the fallen, the
brokenhearted, and the rest?
Certainly not her. She
wasn't considered a part of the Fallen, nor was she a Seraph or a
Guardian although she had been called upon at times to watch over the
animal human. She was the sister to the Rebel angel, as well as the
Light of Dawn. She was the 12th hour, the night and day of
their kind. Aine Reigne on the other hand, being an angel of light
and love, was also part animal human and detested the thoughts of
even being so. Much like the mythology of their kind, she was one of
those whom They let in out of pity rather than love. She was here.
She was a Lesser, someone whom didn't belong in either place, feeling
out of place but loved by all. We are what we are, thought Sarandiel.
“He doesn't say much to
me anymore, seeing how I told Them that he should be allowed back.
You know he doesn't like authority much. He's content reigning here I
suppose.”
“Well, you know he
thinks it's better to reign here than serve in Heaven.”
“That's what he says. I
guess doing some things to him is considered 'serving'. Little does
he realise that They miss him.”
“As do you as well,
little One?” Sarandiel slid her eyes over, watching the small
nuances of the brown haired girl. Girl, for the tiniest part, angel
for the most.
The clouds began to roll
in from the east. It was time. “Ready to go?” Sarandiel stood up,
stretching her arms to the heavens she ruled in.
Aine Reigne smiled, again,
melancholy, pensive, resigned. She too stood, stretching her arms up
above her head. Yes, it was time.
“Where to this time
sweet sister? Off to antagonize the imprisoned or to another
beautiful Hell?”
She smiled at her younger
sister. If anyone knew her soul (and yes, it was a well kept secret
that angels had them) it was Aine.
She took her sisters hand
in hers. “Let's off to another beautiful Hell, shall we?”
Aine smiled. The dawn was
approaching and it was indeed time to go. She was more than ready.
Lucifer knew of their arrival, but chose to stay in his corner of the
planet. That was fine, she hadn't expected him to sup with what he
deemed “Lower than He”. She missed him, but she would never
admit, not around Serandiel or Them.
“Come on now, before
They decide we are needed back. Nothing like having the Four Horsemen
on your backside to drag you home.”
This place. This time.
This darkness. It was a beautiful Hell.
