It was the first time I saw anything so pure and I suppose it was in my
shock that I drew away from you.
I never believed I was to recognize an Angel when I saw one, so it is of deepest apologies I present to you my rudeness of then, Master.
You asked me what was wrong and I merely stared at you. I did not, at that age, realize the disrespect of looking an Angel in the eyes.
I became afraid and that is why I tried to flee. You pulled me close into your strong arms, held me tightly and rocked me back and forth.
And for what reason you've shown me such sympathy I cannot envisage.
Maybe I was a replacement for your lost brother.
Forgive me, Master, I am confused! Listen to me, and forget of those words I spoke of your brother. I could never be a replacement, I am merely human and not your brother, and only your brother could be your equal.
But the humans have distorted his mind and he doesn't understand the way you do.
Forgive me, please, permit to me proceed.
You took me home and bathed me. It was not until then that I realized how sick I was. I was caught with the fever for weeks, and you sat by me and nursed me to health. You fed me but I could not keep food inside. I would throw it up, and you would bathe me again.
I lost weight, appalling amounts of it. It was not until the third week that I could keep food in my stomach.
It was then, I suppose, that I became a bon vivant, a glutton of sorts. It has always been a fear of mine that at some point I would be again without food, so I learned to fill myself to the very brim so in the chance I would be without, I would have enough food stored.
A silly concept, I know, Master. Sometimes I embarrass myself.
When you were angry with me sometimes you wouldn't let me eat. Sometimes you would malnourish me for up to a week.
I learned not to deceive my Master.
When I turned fifteen you decided to use my powers. You trained me how to put a firm reign on them and how to use them to their greatest extent. I never seem to gain weight, I surmise, because of all the strength I use towards my powers.
Sometimes I would sneak away and torture humans I found in the desert. It was childish fun to me until you taught me otherwise.
Only use my powers when they are needed.
You caught me playing with a small child who had lost his parents. He disgusted me, so I used my powers to make him bite himself down to the bone.
It was delicious.
Of course, Master, I was a child then, I knew not what I was doing. You found me playing with this boy and punished me.
You did not let me eat for three days, but what was worse, you disregarded me for the rest of that week. I was no longer part of your life for those seven days. It was agony, torture, not to have your ardent gaze and sweet embraces. I begged at your feet, kissed your fingers, wept and beseeched you until you viewed me once again.
You then let me kill the boy, but warned me not to take anyone's life into my hands unless I've been told.
It's been a difficult task, Master.
It's so tempting.
More so I think than chocolate pie.
I'm so hungry, Master - but let me continue!
If I was especially behaving myself, you would let me sleep in your bed with you.
I have to admit, sometimes I wish those times were here again. You would occasionally press your lips against mine before I went to sleep.
But it was hard to behave lying next to you.
Forgive me, Master, but I am only human and cannot control my fleshly desires!
When I was sixteen I truly discovered the meaning of fleshly desires. You had stayed in my room until I went to sleep that night, and when I awoke the next morning I discovered that I defiled myself during the night. I washed my clothes in hopes you would not ascertain my dishonorable deed, but I believe you to have known in secrecy.
Thank you, Master, for not punishing me.
I am indebted to you eternally.
I never believed I was to recognize an Angel when I saw one, so it is of deepest apologies I present to you my rudeness of then, Master.
You asked me what was wrong and I merely stared at you. I did not, at that age, realize the disrespect of looking an Angel in the eyes.
I became afraid and that is why I tried to flee. You pulled me close into your strong arms, held me tightly and rocked me back and forth.
And for what reason you've shown me such sympathy I cannot envisage.
Maybe I was a replacement for your lost brother.
Forgive me, Master, I am confused! Listen to me, and forget of those words I spoke of your brother. I could never be a replacement, I am merely human and not your brother, and only your brother could be your equal.
But the humans have distorted his mind and he doesn't understand the way you do.
Forgive me, please, permit to me proceed.
You took me home and bathed me. It was not until then that I realized how sick I was. I was caught with the fever for weeks, and you sat by me and nursed me to health. You fed me but I could not keep food inside. I would throw it up, and you would bathe me again.
I lost weight, appalling amounts of it. It was not until the third week that I could keep food in my stomach.
It was then, I suppose, that I became a bon vivant, a glutton of sorts. It has always been a fear of mine that at some point I would be again without food, so I learned to fill myself to the very brim so in the chance I would be without, I would have enough food stored.
A silly concept, I know, Master. Sometimes I embarrass myself.
When you were angry with me sometimes you wouldn't let me eat. Sometimes you would malnourish me for up to a week.
I learned not to deceive my Master.
When I turned fifteen you decided to use my powers. You trained me how to put a firm reign on them and how to use them to their greatest extent. I never seem to gain weight, I surmise, because of all the strength I use towards my powers.
Sometimes I would sneak away and torture humans I found in the desert. It was childish fun to me until you taught me otherwise.
Only use my powers when they are needed.
You caught me playing with a small child who had lost his parents. He disgusted me, so I used my powers to make him bite himself down to the bone.
It was delicious.
Of course, Master, I was a child then, I knew not what I was doing. You found me playing with this boy and punished me.
You did not let me eat for three days, but what was worse, you disregarded me for the rest of that week. I was no longer part of your life for those seven days. It was agony, torture, not to have your ardent gaze and sweet embraces. I begged at your feet, kissed your fingers, wept and beseeched you until you viewed me once again.
You then let me kill the boy, but warned me not to take anyone's life into my hands unless I've been told.
It's been a difficult task, Master.
It's so tempting.
More so I think than chocolate pie.
I'm so hungry, Master - but let me continue!
If I was especially behaving myself, you would let me sleep in your bed with you.
I have to admit, sometimes I wish those times were here again. You would occasionally press your lips against mine before I went to sleep.
But it was hard to behave lying next to you.
Forgive me, Master, but I am only human and cannot control my fleshly desires!
When I was sixteen I truly discovered the meaning of fleshly desires. You had stayed in my room until I went to sleep that night, and when I awoke the next morning I discovered that I defiled myself during the night. I washed my clothes in hopes you would not ascertain my dishonorable deed, but I believe you to have known in secrecy.
Thank you, Master, for not punishing me.
I am indebted to you eternally.