I flinch as another keening, high'pitched scream of pain and terror is heard, sounding through the softly lit landscape of the domain of angels. The cry is final, leaving behind an echo in everyones mind and a forboding silence. I close my eyes and seek out the one closest to the newly fallen angel. I find him, in my mind and summon him to me. It is my duty to try and stop this new threat and to council those stricken by the loss of another. I have seen this boy many times now. His mother, brother, sister, father and now his only love have all fallen, i fear he is next. The boy is 19 human years and when he appears before me he is already on his knees arm outstetched as if still trying to reach the hand of the fated fallen. "Ezekiel," i whisper his name, placing my hand on his shoulder to comfort. He jerks at the touch and looks at me realizing for the first time he is not alone anymore. His only reaction, and the only one i could expect from one so young with so much grief is to reach out. He embraces me, tears falling from his eyes silently. I put my arms around him, lending him my strength for a short time as he allows himself to grieve and break down in front of me. I know i am the only one to see this side of him because Ezekiel is known as an "ice warrior" a cold individual, that lends strength when othes need it and asks nothing in return. They are the defenders of haven and are usually not permitted emotion. However Ezekiel is quite different because he has more emotion then most of our kind. After a while he stops crying but holds on for a moment longer before releasing me from his grasp still looking very much broken.
Releasing me but not letting go his misty eyes seem to cast a shadow over the whole world in my mind. The strike of forbidden emotion surging through me making itself known as i feel incredibly saddened, wishing with all my being that this beautiful creature in front of me did not have such a broken look. A creature like him should never look like that. He's holding me at arms length and i dare not try to move away. I am captivated by the raw emotions he seems to be sending through himself into me only to be reflected back again in his grey-blue eyes. I watch my own reflection in his eyes as they change from open and true to something cold and false, he had put up his shields again blocking me out and distancing himself from everything. It made me feel slightly desperate, i didnt like for him to look at me with those detached eyes that did not see me...not as a friend , not even as a shoulder to lean on. I was no longer important nor neccesary to him as he dropped his hands from my shoulders and stood up. I followed suit knowing in his mind my job was done. I watched him leave the sanctuary and into the rain that always darkened the skys after a fading. The sky would always turn dark and a storm would pour rain and lightning from its depths as if the very world was grieving for the loss of another pure being and as Ezekiel walked into the middle of it it seemed fitting, like the God that left us behind was expressing the emotion Ezekiel now supressed. "I will find the reason for what is happening, Eliphyrn. "There was a determination in his voice laced with anger and it made his soft velvet voice frighteningly fierce. His voice is quiet as he stands with his back to me in the rain but it carries to me as easily as it would if he had whispered it into my ear"Is this a promise of retribution Ezekiel? or a promise of peace and justice?" I ask the question but Ezekiel is already gone. Vanishing into the storm like those he loved pulled into the void.