I knew I said that I would make you wait too long, but I'm so swamped! Ideas keep coming at me on top of school work, college applications (I got accepted!!!), and the fact that I don't have internet…but at least it took me less than a year!

The sound of holy fire blasting away at the torn landscape between the planes rang out all around him, the sickening crunch of angels falling and crushing their wings beneath them and the thud of bodies as they hit the ground making him feel sick. The clash of swords sang out across the battlefield as Angels battled angels.

Lucifer had defied the lord, and now he and his followers were paying the price. Death to as many as possible and damnation to those unlucky enough to survive. But they weren't going down without a fight. With the now disgraced angel at its head, an army of the damned was advancing on heaven.

This was back before millennia in hell and the wrath of God had changed these once bright beings into horribly disfigured demonic creatures. The only difference between them and the angels of heaven at this time was their black wings, tarnished by the soot of Hell.

Balthiel looked around in dismay as former friends and comrades attacked the warriors of heaven. It just wasn't right, it went against the natural order of things. They were brothers and sisters, they weren't supposed to kill each other. Tears sprang to his eyes as he surveyed the damage, trying to heal those he could.

A black winged angel reached out for him, obviously dying. Balthiel did what he could to comfort his former brother, but the angel slipped farther and farther away. He began to cry in earnest now as his body disappeared in a spray of golden dust, going to join the universe and become part of the whole. Maybe bits and pieces of him would be used to make something else someday. Maybe not.

He kept his steady walk through the battlefield, healing where he could and comforting where he could not. Many of his comrades urged his to take up arms and help in the battle, but he couldn't possibly take up arms against friends. It hurt him to see them all like this, Lillith and Raphael, once best friends, now fighting to the death. And Lucifer himself was in an epic struggle with the archangel Michael.

His vision blurred with tears as he made his way towards the center of the battle, just trying to help. He paid no attention to the color of their wings, only to their pleas for help. He wasn't Raphael, he was no healer by nature, but all angels had the capacity and this is what he would rather be doing.

He was so caught up in easing the suffering of those who were quickly losing their life force that he didn't notice the bolt of divine energy heading straight towards him. He cried out as it ripped through his midsection. The pain was intense, and he was sure he would die. For hours he lay there, unable to move or even cry for help. He was now one of the bodies littering the no man's land between the astral planes of heaven and hell.

The angels of hell were eventually beaten back into their domain and those who were still alive regrouped and searched for the survivors.

But Balthiel didn't know they were coming for him. For the entire course of the battle he had laid there, thoughts drifting in and out of his head like the clouds. He lost all sense of self, had no idea who or where he was. When he finally did heal, miraculously even for an angel, he just hauled himself to his feet and staggered away.

When they finally totaled up all of their dead they found that he was missing. They searched high and low for him, but they forgot to check one last place, a place that not many of them knew much about.

Somehow, Balthiel had made it to the infant Earth.

God had just finished creating the spinning oasis for the humans and they had promptly disobeyed him. Now they had been cast from the peace and harmony in the garden into what we now know as the Paleolithic period or Stone Age. Adam and Eve lived in caves with their sons, not yet knowing what Cain would become.

Helpless and lost, Balthiel wandered the earth for centuries, never knowing quite who or what he was. The humans could not see him but the animals seemed comforted by his presence.

At first he had tried going up to the young first family, wanting to know who he was and what he was doing there. It was the question that was consuming him. He had heard the humans calling to each other in their primitive language, using different words for each human. He assumed that these were their names and envied them greatly.

But when he tried talking to the primitive people of the new Earth, he was ignored. At first he thought the humans were just being rude, but when he tried to step in front of Eve and force her to meet his eyes she just walked right through him as if he wasn't there. It seems that when they had been cast from the garden they had lost their ability to see divine beings as well.

He sighed and left their small colony, wandering the rest of the Earth in search of his identity. But there were no other humans and not many animals. Those he did encounter were good companions, though sometimes quite one-tracked and not good for conversation.

So it went for thousands of years, millennia slipping by with no companions for the lost angel as humans and animals reproduced and populated the earth, changing from the ape-like cave people shaped from dust that God had first blown life into, to a thriving technologically driven society of something resembling wingless, imperfect angels.

Tired at last of wandering the Earth, he made his way to Europe, the place that had long held the spark of enlightenment and technological drive. It had moved west to America in recent centuries, but it was still one of his favorite places on the Earth. He finally stopped in England, hovering in the room of a young mother giving birth to her first son, her husband close by cheering her on.

He felt his heart break as he saw that the child was going to be stillborn, it's soul having long since fled it's tiny body while it was still in his mother's womb. He decided that the child would be his vessel, allowing him to find out who he was. He slipped into the lifeless infant and felt the heartbeat…his heartbeat, start.

And then everything went black.

The new mother, tears in her blue eyes as she held her son for the first time, kissed his tiny forehead and looked up at her husband. He smiled back at her and smoothed her hair back from where it was sticking to her face.

"Phillip, Phillip Pirrup." She whispered, looking back down at the baby.

"Yes, Phillip is a fine name." He agreed.

Just so you know, the way I blatantly mixed evolution and creationism in this is EXACTLY what I think. It is my firm belief that we were both created and evolved. You can have the best of both worlds and IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE!! To me at least. This is why I never get the Evolution vs Religion debates, because I don't see why they can't both be partially right. No where in the Bible does it say that we were made exactly as we are now. And don't you think God would get better at making people as he went along?

Ok, my rant is done. Love ya, bitches! ;D