He never
wanted to admit it but he was envious of the demons. When Brownie had
brought a demon home and when that guy had showed off, Isakael had
felt as if something was breaking inside of him. The power, no matter
how much he tried, he was not strong enough to protect the people
around him but this guy, this stranger, this supposedly vil creature
had been. Isakael always hated being an angel but there was nothing
he could do about it. He could leave far away from other angels, he
could refuse to cure anyone, he could just stand and yell at everyone
for not doing the right thing and complain all day about it, there
was no way of changing who he was, those heavy wings in his back
which at time gave him a back ache were nothing he could hide. He was
an angel and that was his curse. That scary voice during the trance
had told him it could be different and that's what scared him the
most. He wanted to change but there was no way of doing it without
pain.
The
diner was over and the angels stood up in order and walked out of the
dining room. Isakael followed the lead, his hands once again hidden
in his sleeves. He was wondering if he was the only one feeling so
cold. He was used to be able to change the temperature at will in his
room had home. The cold wind greeted him again in the corridor. The
moon was low in the sky, just above the wall on the other side of the
palace. Isakael looked at it. The moon had no meaning hear. It was so
beautiful and still, it had no meaning, just like nature had no
meaning. Only god was prevalent. Suddenly, he felt that it was wrong,
that everything was wrong with this place, that it was just taking
everything out of the world. Maybe that's what the devil had felt
too, that there was something wrong in the order of things, it seemed
so unnatural. Isakael resumed his walk to his bedroom. There was a
group of angels chatting in a very low voice in a dark corner but he
didn't stop to give them any attention. He had a lot on his mind,
just as usual, communicating with other people was not his forte. He
opened the door and locked it hastily behind him as he if feared of
being followed.
“One more
day passed, one to go,” he said crashing on his bed.
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