The Awakening

e reflective amber stones of his home. A tiny trumpet flares to life outside the window before a young cherub swoops in on its little wings, dr

d ever sends. The tone, as alwa

nceway toward the River of Life. His wings spread and sl

in the seven Archangels. If he had his way, he would have stayed a throne. Guarding the Throne of God was all he had ever desired. The water from the River of Life glistens beside him as he forces the thoughts deep down. He needs to right his mi

thanael responds to

ke inly yesterday we wer

ether, Nathanael. He's just trying to rou

ard the announcement of his transfer from the Throne of God to become an Archangel. One of the main things he took pride in while being so close to God, was not being tainted

promotion. It's going to happen today. His steps quicken as he draws closer. If it were allowed, he would spread his wings and fly to the throne, his feet never seem to get

The paintings lining the walls seem brighter than he remembers. How long has it been since he was here? Time is incalculable in the graces of Heaven, but it seems like forever in his soul. This was his fav

s flying out of the room. The voice echoes in

e an assi

ross his face. A female Virtue with hair pink as the sunset brings him a scroll

Archangel:Nathanael Assignment:Guard

on't und

guard a Sec? It's lud

ice calls his entire body into actio

e Room. With every receding step, his shoulders slump a little more. Raziel is still outside the temple entrance. The s

pts to straighten his postur

Raziel scoffs

e? Word of his reassignme

a Guar

is knees. "A Guardian?" he cackles. Each sound echoes in N

thanael turns and d

llen," Raziel boasts from t

e river by foot. Mindlessly, he walks through the Pearly Gates, not even bothering to waive to Saint Peter before his feet pause at the edge of the clou

t time to Earth, he took one whiff of the air and didn't breathe until returning to Heaven. Secs have a way of destro

if it appears to be hopeless now, the Lord always has a purpose. He will prove his worth-if it's the last thing he ever does.

perfect hair to flap all about. This long descent is the best part of this whole thing.

branches, he pulls up and straightens out flying over them instead. He's just not... ready. The line of trees ceases, and an en

is thoughts, his wings turn his body around, taking

undredth time before turning to do it over again. The coordina

hooting owl in the distance makes him jump slightly. He will have to get used to sounds like that down on