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Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Wednesday Snippet 198: Blue Angel

Welcome to a new part of Blue Angel unedited, we start right where we left off last time.



The sun was already gone. Isakael had hoped to see it and feel its warm but once again he was covered with darkness and cold on the outside. They all headed for the banquet. He wasn't really in the mood to eat anything but he was still hungry. The food was one of the best thing in this place but it was also very dangerous. The red wine flowing everywhere around the room could easily take him back to the trance just by breathing, even if he didn't intend to drink a single drop of it. They entered the room in religious order and one by one washed their hands before sitting at the tables. It was the same order as they had obeyed in the church filling the sits without discrimination of neighbor. Isakael just prayed that people wouldn't talk to him much. He had to stay with them for two to three hours and was already feeling exhausted. But there was no problem there. Nobody said a word during the entire meal. It seemed amazing for Isakael that people would refrain to talk. At home, there was never so much peace and quite during a meal. It was a time of gathering, when everyone would talk about their day, people would chat without restrain and laugh. He looked at the last scene painting hanging in front of him. Around the christ, people had been chatting and playing too, he wonder why the angels were making it so different and what was the meaning behind it. He noticed that several of the people sitting around him didn't touch their glass of wine either. It was a bad sign, a sign of crisis, the angels couldn't enjoy themselves anymore. He almost regretted not to have taken the information the other wanted to give him the day before. This was way too much to take, the silence was so deep that he could hear people's fork in their plate and the movement of their jaws as they chew. He thought about that voice in his head, about the power.
“Can anyone else than God talk to you when you reach the trance?” He asked. The words had come out before him wanting them too, he was asking this question to himself and had never intended to spit it out aloud.




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