Heaven on Earth

As I walked down the street, I felt his footsteps in the ground, I could see his soul glowing red with malice and my wings stretched out from my back.

The street was poorly lit in the witching hour of 3 - 4 AM but the brick walls on either side of me only about 10 or 12 feet from me on either side cast strange shadows of creatures unseen and unknown in a constant struggle for life.

His shock was apparent when I turned around and must have appeared to levitate to him as only those meant to see can see an angel's wings. Great blue glowing wings with three on each shoulder that I decided to let him see and he fell to his knees.

The wind blew and it was cold. Not temperature wise because the night was more than likely 70° or 67° at the most but the cold ran through me and I stretched it to him for the warmth of life is extended only to humanity and not God's chosen.

"You have been Judged Arnold Ramase and I have waited for you here. Your desperation drove you to this life but you began to enjoy it, didn't you."

As is the fashion, I awaited his response of, "yes, my lord... My angel... I don't know what to call you..."

"My name is Samael and you will know this as you will be one of few humans on earth to be taken by the angel of death himself. Know thy father, child and go with God."

He began to clutch his head and I let the light of the heavens shine upon his soul. In awe, his eyes opened and began to bleed. I cut the power of the heavens for a moment and as life slipped from him, I held him in my arms and cradled his dying body.

"Some have called me valkrie and others guardian, today if you might before your eyes close, call me savior. Call me savior child for your race is too small to be given such divine right as his love. You are all meant to be damned!"

He lay on the ground choking on the blood in his throat as his cells had been destroyed by the light.

"Damn you child, speak!"

It was too late and I watched his soul ascend.

"Why then do you not love your chosen as you would a criminal," I called to the heavens. "Why are we not worth the right of repentance?"

As I wept over the lifeless body of this vicious criminal who was with God, I knelt in the street and an animal from somewhere knocked over a trash can lid. The filth of the world covered my legs where I knelt and I was blatantly aware of how small I was. My wings swelled and strained in a stretch. The torment subsided and I stood up, lost the emotion to something I could not fathom and walked home shaking the blood off me as if it had never touched my garments.

This is the life of heaven on earth, I thought to myself as I prepared for another day amongst the living as one of them on disguise.