Old story idea from long ago. It's interesting to see what stories I had thought of back then. Nothing will come of this, but it's still interesting to look back upon.
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He glared down at the girl who was cowering in the corner. He was drunk, but he was always good abou keeping his footing and control when he was. Or so he thought. Her long, black hair was greasy, almost covering her entire face as she looked up at him. It wasn't in fear, but rather, in disappointment. This made him angry. He spat at her. "What are you looking at? I ain't prayin' to no one."
"I know," she used the wall to help pull herself up.
"What do you mean you know?" The man took the bottle that he had been taking swigs from and threw it into the dumpster beside them. He made a move towards her, but she was faster. She picked up a knife that had been on laying on the ground--probably dropped by a careless cook from the restaurant they were behind--and stabbed the hand that had been reaching out to her.
The man looked at his hand and then back at her in shock. She looked just as surprised as he did. Then she smiled. She took the knife and stabbed his stomach. She pushed him down and sliced down along his belly like she was undoing the seam from a teddy bear. She grinned down at him in satisfaction.
"Are--going--kill me?" the man choked out.
"No." She turned away from him. "I'm going to let you die."
She began walking away and then stopped as if she had a thought. "Help--" the man choked out, but it was so weak that no one would ever be able to hear him in time.
"Actually, I'm not going to let you die." She grabbed his throat and her hand began to glow.
"You--ange--" he choked.
"You will live because I want you to see what will become because of your actions." She dropped the knife beside him and disappeared.
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In my town, everyone lives peaceful lives for the most part. Children go to school, moms wear lace aprons and cook the perfect Sunday roast, dads go to work, and angels help others. Our town is special, you could say, because we are one of the only ones that have been blessed with angels. They walk among us and look no different from us.
Unlike us; however, Angels can use magic and are, well obviously, holy. If you ever find yourself in need or need a helping hand, generally an angel will find you and be more than happy to assist you. All they ask in return is prayer. I suppose in this way, they control us. After all, do we not worship the angels we see and disguise it as worship for god who we cannot?
One of the worst sins is to make an angel commit violence. Once an angel sins in that way, they can no longer be connected to god and they become fallen angels; demons. There has only been one recorded case of this happening. Or rather not recorded because anyone who could have known or recorded was murdered. Everyone except me. That was nearly 640 years ago.
I was the sin's source and so sin covers me as does the curse of the angel. Or rather not angel, but demon. I have lived since then just as she promised. I cannot die. My friends think I age gracefully until they realize as they grow grey and wrinkled, I remain the same. Not a grey hair ever grows and not a wrinkle ever forms. My friends think me to be some monster or demon or worst of all angel because of this. They die soon anyways and so I don't even bother to explain anymore.
I never understood those who made their pursuit eternal life. What is the point of living forever? I understand some of those people may be the tyranical type and want to lead with an iron fist, but time goes on, technology grows, and soon they will be dethroned and in the years, become no more than a myth or a chapter in a history book. What then? You can't die and you don't want to live. Welcome to my limbo. I would give anything to die. I don't even remember what my sin was in the first place.
All I know is that I could really go for a drink right now.
