Angels are entities perched on pure snow-white clouds; clasping a golden harp, playing a chorus melody that is sweet to the ears; their pure robes flowing around them as they are surrounded by their protective feathery wings. They are the visions that are printed on Xmas cards every year – these soft, gentle beings that protect, save, and love humankind; the messengers of God that serve to save the world from harm.

If that's the vision of an angel, then I am not…I am nothing like what you want me to be. I knew that when someone asked me why I wasn't kind and warm-hearted – why I was straight minded into thinking of killing whole townsfolk of people, all because of one demonic species of witch; why I knew that I would kill someone's brother because they carried some kind of demon power; that if the person I dragged out of hell didn't obey God's orders, they would go back into that fiery nightmare without a moments hesitation…Yes, I can tell why I am very angelic…

I stole someone's body…someone's life, in order to carry out God's work. Yes, he gave full consent, but what about his family, his children? I never used to know about the human way of thinking and feeling, but now I am starting to understand….I am finally starting to know that I destroyed someone family all because of the man upstairs. All because of how fate and destiny is laid out for us. Love, Hate, Pain, Death, Sacrifice…every single person on this Earth has had to face some form of this everyday, but we, the so called angels, are programmed into one way of thinking – rid the world of the evil, despite the consequences. But I am starting to break free now, I am starting to behave just like you…I want to - I want to feel human…feel emotion. I want to feel the love I feel when I see a mother and child together in the park, I want to feel the everlasting sense of greed I urge to feel when I smell the atmosphere of food in the street, I want to feel the pain I feel when someone hurts me, when someone cuts me I want to feel the blood rushing down my body, and the burning fire that the pain gives me. Because then I would finally be human…just like you.

But I can feel myself falling from God's grace…from that eternal seat on my pure white cloud...the feathers from my wings falling around me like broken pieces of paper…the heavens closing on me…falling down to Earth.

And I like it…and I never want it to stop.