Angelica

In everything there is the lord's words, in his creations that even smack his hands away. I find it comical to watch a human and the lord argue over the smallest thing. Humans live their lives on a time grid that is dictated by imperfect men. It isn't always imperfect men that leads them away from the creator, I watch as demons make friends of humans or use of their bodies. It's a mass of beauty and danger on earth.1

The only thing I watch more than anything else is Michael. The beloved angel of death, my other half. It aches to think of him even now, after so many years of being parted from him. 2

I remember the day I was created so vividly, the lord had called me into existance from the mist that I had been apart of. He called Michael with me, and for a moment we were one. Then the lord parted our bodies, I was made in the imagine of a human woman and Michael a human man. In Michael the darkness of death would rest in him, and the brightness of life in me.3

The lord possessed both powers, but in us was his messengers of death and life. Into us he spoke a bond that no one could break, in us was minds that no angel before us had ever possessed. For thousands of years Michael and I were at each other's side. I'd bring in life to a family, Michael would bring death to the old in the same family. We were trading, and we were content to do our jobs.4

Yet, as the tension between Lucifer and the Lord grew we found words whispered to us of power. 5

"You could have him, Angelica" Lucifer had told me once. 6

"I see how you look at Michael, if I become lord I will give him to you. I will speak devotion into him for you."7

My heart ached for the words to be true, Michael was my desire. I hadn't stopped loving the lord more, but it was hard to work when I wanted what humans had with Michael. 8

"I cannot." I had said back to Lucifer.9

He, the morning star of it all was hard to deny with his beauty and mouth of gold. The lord had been very kind to him, and loved him best. 10

"Fair Angel of light, love, and life, you will lose your Michael," Lucifer had then ran a finger down the side of my face, making me cringe to the feeling.11

"Do not speak such things Lucifer unless you trully wish to curse me."12

He had laughed at me then, "We are a cursed race of Angels already Angelica. Always to serve the humans, walk by them, love freely, but never have a lover."13

I had tightened my jaw, "We don't need what humans have, they don't get to see the glory of God with their own eyes. They can't see beyond their worldly eyes. Why would I want to be like a human? They fight over small things, and they are easily swayed."14

The next day, Lucifer had fallen out of grace and into the darkness of the world. His words that had been honey to listen to were now poison. Gaberial had struck the morning star out of the sky, I had watch Michael join him and Uriel with his mighty sword clash into the fight. 15

I could not keep my eyes from Michael, and my thoughts turned to sin as I thought of how his body was so beautiful. My sin did not go unnoticed, but I did not seek to hide my love any longer. That was when I finally went to Michael and confessed.16

It was hard to think of what I had to say to him. Michael was always more reserved than I had ever been, the reverse of myself. Always too serious for an angel, and I never serious enough to do anything. I wasn't supposed to love Michael so dearly, life and death can't be so closely related messengers. We bare completely different meanings, so to do so was to act on our own will. I was made to act out God's will, no one elses not even my own.17

Here, I was floating amongst clouds looking into what humans would refer to as the sky. Heaven's sky is something completely different than what humans would expect. It's a mass of spectra colors and the colors don't all have names in the human language. It is hard to describe such a thing, unless you see it yourself. Just a mass of moving mist, color, and light forever spilling into eternity.18

Angels were singing off in the distance of God's glory and his mercy. Victory had been ours that day to push the morning star and Gaberial was now more loved for it. 19

Michael's wide wings had spread out over fluttering past, in that time he had gray wings. Soft gray wings that changed color with his mood, his glass black eyes staring down at me. Anyone else would be frightened by Michael being so close. Most angels regarded Michael with quiet respect and nothing more. His hair flew in long black waves, and in that moment I had wished to touch it.20

"Angelica?"21

Michael's mouth had drawn taunt with me staring at him. He wasn't used to the attention, and I averted my gaze to make him more comfortable.22

"You fought great today, Michael."23

I felt him fly over and sit down next to me. We angels live more by feelings than by any other sense. 24

"I fought because I was called to do so, what is on your mind Angelica. I can't understand it."25

I looked up at him through my lashes, knowing the effect it would give.26

"Just love Michael, love that I will be thrown from the heavens for."27

He had set his jaw by then, but he wouldn't give much more response. Michael was the type of angel that you never messed with, he was after all the messenger of death and who would want an enemy like that?28

"Forbidden love? What is this love you speak of?"29

I had reach over then, taking his hand in mine and linking the fingers like I had seen human couples do.30

"My dearest Michael, if you couldn't see it then I don't know how you ever went so blindly. You are the love I speak of, my desire and my forbidden."31

I had then moved to his ear purring those words into them. His hand had tightened around mine, and he had turned to me starring into my eyes. Those black pools held alot of emotion, that only I could see. I was his other half, and we were cursed to be so bonded.32

"Angelica, you can't."33

He had seemed so pained to say those words that I didn't understand in that moment.34

"I shouldn't, and can't are different things entirely. You know that, and it's that I can't or shouldn't its that it's impossible for me to feel otherwise."35

I had drawn closer to his face, feeling the magnitizism that we often had for each other. There was no denying how much I wish that we could be apart of each other. We were once one and the same in the mist. I didn't feel half as bad when we were together. He was the one that turned away and shuddered.36

"You press me too hard Angelica, and we will both fall from the sky."37

I had reached over turning his head back, closer than ever.38

"Let us fall Michael, there are many others that have gone before us."39

I had then drawn my lips to his, and I felt everything shake around me. A spark that flamed between us, I had left go of his hand to wrap my arms around him. His arms coming around my waist, truly the other half of the other. We fit like two puzzles and I sighed softly just to feel the sweet embrace. Yet, as soon as the kiss had happened, it ended. He was drawning his face away from mine.40

"You jealous, selfish Angel."41

He had smiled then, and I knew then that Michael loved me. He loved me with everything that he had and he too would suffer every trail that would be handed to us. We were sinners, imperfect because we were not God.