Ithuriel
Have you ever heard that Hell is being apart from the one that you love the most? Did you know that angels are meant to love God, and only God above all else? Have you noticed that in heaven for one angel to love another is forbidden in case they may learn to love each other more then God himself?
So if love is a sin, and sin is evil, and evil is punished, and punishment means hell, therefore hell is being ripped from love. My conclusion would be that heaven doesn't exist. I am an angel. I reside in what mortal beings refer to as heaven. Yet, although I am in heaven, I am also in agony. The one I cherish is lost to me, and for me to find her I must go to so-called Hell, but what would the difference be? If I find her neither of us will be in hell, and our own heaven can be born. It would be our own Utopia without God and hate or the division from our original sin, which was love.
Let me introduce myself. I am Ithuriel. I am a Seraph and belong to a choir of heavenly angels. I am in the rank of celestial beings, which support God, but I have a secret. I fell in love with another. Since I possess a high position in Heaven's hierarchy, I was held in reserve. However she, my unlucky lover, was turned away to live in obscurity. I watched from above, unnoticed by her, but since her memories were taken she fell not only from heaven but also into depression, so that she disappeared. I thought her dead from her sorrow. Lately I've realized she had put herself into a deep unending sleep to find respite from the suffering. It was then that I devised a plan to reclaim her wandering soul.
Silently, I crept to the mortal plain hoping to be unnoticed, if not by God, then by my peers. I concealed the truth. I was there for my own personal need, in the guise of divine importance. I prayed that my true intentions would go unseen.
In search of my beloved's soul, I went scouring the earth for even the smallest hint of her essence. At first my mission was unsuccessful, and, although I was patient, I began to lose confidence in the insight I received in heaven.
However, on one faithful day, my luck changed for the better. I was sitting in a seemingly insignificant coffee shop somewhere in Japan, and had fallen asleep to the hushed tones of the customers. It wasn't a deep sleep; it was what one could call a state of dozing. A state where you can't quite tell the difference between what is real and what is not. In this peculiar circumstance of awareness, my mind reached out to hers, and for a moment, our souls seemed to merge. In the shock of finding her, I jolted away before mentally trying to grasp for her. Alas, I was unable to do any more then send her glimmers of thoughts, in the hope that they could be puzzled together. I had by then realized that trying to catch her would be useless so I sit here and wait to be found instead.
Two years have passed and I sit in a café in Japan waiting for my loved one to find me. I know that she is clever and will do so eventually, but if not, I shall remain here for all eternity.
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Kitsune had started reading at sunrise, the moment that the harsh rays spread themselves over the floor and onto her resting body. She had awoken to find the book where she had left it, open on her lap, and continued the story that somehow matched her dreams. Now she lifted herself up to shake out her cramped muscles, and went in search of her backpack and something to eat. Kitsune grabbed a bag of instant ramen, and started eating the crunchy, uncooked noodles. Her mind returned to the story she had been reading. Crawling back with her noodles tucked under her arm, she reopened the cover and once more continued the passages within.
Have you ever heard that Hell is being apart from the one that you love the most? Did you know that angels are meant to love God, and only God above all else? Have you noticed that in heaven for one angel to love another is forbidden in case they may learn to love each other more then God himself?
So if love is a sin, and sin is evil, and evil is punished, and punishment means hell, therefore hell is being ripped from love. My conclusion would be that heaven doesn't exist. I am an angel. I reside in what mortal beings refer to as heaven. Yet, although I am in heaven, I am also in agony. The one I cherish is lost to me, and for me to find her I must go to so-called Hell, but what would the difference be? If I find her neither of us will be in hell, and our own heaven can be born. It would be our own Utopia without God and hate or the division from our original sin, which was love.
Let me introduce myself. I am Ithuriel. I am a Seraph and belong to a choir of heavenly angels. I am in the rank of celestial beings, which support God, but I have a secret. I fell in love with another. Since I possess a high position in Heaven's hierarchy, I was held in reserve. However she, my unlucky lover, was turned away to live in obscurity. I watched from above, unnoticed by her, but since her memories were taken she fell not only from heaven but also into depression, so that she disappeared. I thought her dead from her sorrow. Lately I've realized she had put herself into a deep unending sleep to find respite from the suffering. It was then that I devised a plan to reclaim her wandering soul.
Silently, I crept to the mortal plain hoping to be unnoticed, if not by God, then by my peers. I concealed the truth. I was there for my own personal need, in the guise of divine importance. I prayed that my true intentions would go unseen.
In search of my beloved's soul, I went scouring the earth for even the smallest hint of her essence. At first my mission was unsuccessful, and, although I was patient, I began to lose confidence in the insight I received in heaven.
However, on one faithful day, my luck changed for the better. I was sitting in a seemingly insignificant coffee shop somewhere in Japan, and had fallen asleep to the hushed tones of the customers. It wasn't a deep sleep; it was what one could call a state of dozing. A state where you can't quite tell the difference between what is real and what is not. In this peculiar circumstance of awareness, my mind reached out to hers, and for a moment, our souls seemed to merge. In the shock of finding her, I jolted away before mentally trying to grasp for her. Alas, I was unable to do any more then send her glimmers of thoughts, in the hope that they could be puzzled together. I had by then realized that trying to catch her would be useless so I sit here and wait to be found instead.
Two years have passed and I sit in a café in Japan waiting for my loved one to find me. I know that she is clever and will do so eventually, but if not, I shall remain here for all eternity.
.
.
.
Kitsune had started reading at sunrise, the moment that the harsh rays spread themselves over the floor and onto her resting body. She had awoken to find the book where she had left it, open on her lap, and continued the story that somehow matched her dreams. Now she lifted herself up to shake out her cramped muscles, and went in search of her backpack and something to eat. Kitsune grabbed a bag of instant ramen, and started eating the crunchy, uncooked noodles. Her mind returned to the story she had been reading. Crawling back with her noodles tucked under her arm, she reopened the cover and once more continued the passages within.