Chapter 1: Even Angels Can Cry
In a land far beyond mortal vision or comprehension lay the Kingdom of God, called Eden. The kingdom was an endless lush garden, filled with every type of creature there ever could be. It was surrounded by gates that were of the purest silver and gold. In the very center was a city, with streets paved with gold and the highest and most shining towers that ever was. The land was beautiful, but even amongst all the wonders of this realm, nothing compared to its master.
He was a just and fair ruler. He kept evil out of his realm like a light banishing the darkness. He was adored by all in the city, which were legions upon legions of angels. God cared deeply for each and every angel, for each being was the incarnation of their title.
The Angel of Music, named Orpheus, was no exception. He existed only for his Lord, and his music which could be heard from every corner of the Earth. He had long black hair that came down to the base of his neck, and two golden eyes that shone brilliantly in darkness. And like all other angels, he had a pair of white glistening wings strong enough to carry himself and another in flight.
But the most wondrous thing about this angel was the music he created. If he was in a sad mood, he could sing songs that made even the hardest angel weep. And if he was happy, the animals themselves would stop their frolicking and listen in awe of his captivating talent.
Usually, Orpheus was in joyous mood, but recently he had been very depressed. Even heaven in all its glory could not lift his spirits. Instead of songs filled with happiness, they became songs of depression and sorrow. One day, he was seated in a part of the garden where he could be alone.
"Orpheus? Are you out here?" a voice called out.
"Yes Persephone, over here." He sighed wearily. The Angel of Death came out from behind a tree, and sat beside her friend. She was dressed in all black, with a dark hood over her face. Her wings were much like Orpheus', only they were also the color of night.
"It's been a while, how have you been?"
"Meh." He laid his flute on the ground, and stretched his wings.
"Well, in case you were wondering, the humans have managed yet another war."
"I know. The British are always coming up with more reasons to add music to life. Yankee Doodle indeed." He spoke with out any emotion, as if everything had started to bore him.
"What's wrong? You're not acting like yourself."
Orpheus turned away. "It's nothing."
"Lying is a sin, remember?"
He groaned, and held his head in his hands. "Fine. You've been to Earth recently, right?"
"Yes."
"Do you remember taking a woman by the name of Satine away?"
"Oh yeah. Such a shame though."
"She and her lover, Christian were mine. He spent his whole life, living for love and music, and now, the music has died in him. The only thing he has left is Absinthe."
"What does this have to do with you?"
"Seeing his reaction at losing her…got me thinking. If I stopped existing, who would care besides, you know, Him?"
"I would." She said, putting one arm around him.
"But you'd be the only one. If you stopped existing, Hades would go with you. I've got no one."
"Have you considered asking Him?"
"I'd feel stupid, you know I hate that."
Just then, the Prince of Eden walked through the garden, and overheard Orpheus' lament.
"Orpheus, come here please."
"Y-yes Lord!" he stood, and kneeled before his Prince.
"I overheard your discussion with Persephone, is it true?"
"Yes Lord, every word." The Prince extended his hand, and helped him to his feet.
"I would like for you to meet my Father and I for court tomorrow evening. You may go."
"Yes Lord." He immediately let open his wings, and began to soar across the endless skies of heaven.
