Isakael was
praying and waiting. His legs hurt but he couldn't move, he was
hungry, he had lost all track of time, all he knew that it was day
now because the light was passing through the stained glasses giving
the floor beautiful colors. The voice of the prayer was far from
monotonous in Isakael's hears, from time to time he would have sworn
that a girl was singing but he knew that wasn't possible. His mind
seemed to be wondering more than usual, he was seeing things in the
colored shaped on the floor he was hearing things and it seemed that
he wasn't the only one. People stood up, started to tremble. His
wings were to heavy to carry or he knew he would have been up too, he
was shaking. There was a blue light in his mind, stars exploding, all
sorts of light and all sorts of colors. He remembered wanting to yell
that he didn't believe in God but that would have sounded to wrong,
he could feel god inside of him and then nothing. Everything turned
black.
“Awake,
awake to your own power, this is nothing compare to who you really
are!” the voice was terrifying.
Isakael
forced his eyes open and looked around, the place wasn't so ordered
anymore. The voice was still there, angels praying letting the few of
them who had reached the trance do whatever was needed of them before
getting back to their prayer. He took him wings in his hand as
smoothly as possible trying not to attract attention. They were still
white, he sighed in relive and reassumed the position diverting
himself as much as possible not to fall in trance again.
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