It was not
even day time yet when the bell resonated in the emptiness of the
palace. Isakael rolled on himself and regretted to have miss dinner.
The first day of conceal was a dead of prayer and purification, there
would be no food served until dawn. His stomach growled making him
sight.
“A normal
day in heaven,” the thought put a smile on his lips. This palace
was a handmade hell designed especially for him.
The bells
rang a second time filling the air with their loud echo. He had no
time for shower now. He needed to change into his gone and head to
the church. The gone was fold on the large side table at the feet of
the bed. Isakael wondered how his white spotless thing would look
with his black wings. He spread them in his back trying to remove the
pins and needle sleeping in a bed for so long had given him. He
wondered what the other would say if they knew he was sleeping in a
hammock like a demon at home and felt it so much more comfortable. He
found few black feathers on the bed and made them disappear quickly
in his bag. There was no need to alert anyone who would come
sneaking, he locked the bag in the largest desk drawer. The rest of
his wings were back to white. He sight in relief. He just needed to
get through the day without getting annoyed or wanting to punch
someone in the face and he would be fine. He undid the wings button
of his T-shirt and took it off. The air was chilly. He decided to put
it back and to wear clothes under the gone. Of course that wasn't the
right way to do it but if he wasn't in the mood to be both frozen and
hungry. He adjusted the gone in front of the mirror making sure his
clothes were invisible and knotted the heavy brown belt on his right
side before heading for the door.
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