An Angel Torn part 8

-“a deal?”- said Sorlozon intrigued by the offer. “What did you have in mind?”

            -“A trade. You think his ‘highness’ will agree to that? An angel for a human soul?”

            -“I don’t know. Let’s see shall we?” and in less than an instant they were in the heat and depths of Hades’ lair.  Before them a bridge that went from the entrance to the door of the very center of hell.  What was to happen next, neither Solange nor Icais were ready for it.  With the first step onto the bridge came the torture that would last what would seem to be a life time.

            The screaming in Icais’ mind commenced. The pain in in his head and burning of this chest were insufferable.  He felt his wins being ripped off from the root and the memory of the day that he almost lost Solange came to be a reality once again, but in his head, he didn’t make it in time.  He had los Solange.  The thought of it tortured him.  The idea of Solange’s soul being lost to the pits of hell became his worst nightmare.  He had to save her.  The memory was twisted. Something wasn’t right.  He knew he had saved her, he was almost sure that he had gotten there in time.  When his eyes were opened, he was leaning over the edge of the narrow bridge about to jump over to save a soul that was crying out to him.  Sorlozon was holding him by the wings while laughing hysterically at the screams of both he and Solange, who was down on her knees crying out helplessly!  Icais came to his senses and went to assist Solange in her desperation, once he reached her side, the pain began once again. This time, he was dying. He as now mortal and the fear that he was experimenting was one that surpassed anything he had felt before.  Knowing that it was the end of his existence he questioned himself, not knowing if the sacrifice of immortality was worth the love of a woman that was no longer at his side.  Desperate for water and food he as hungry, something he wasn’t familiar with.  Hungry for life; a complete and sustained life where all his new human needs were satisfied.  An unattainable necessity. He was left alone in a desert of confusion, pain and despair.  And at his side the woman he loved was facing her own demons.

            She fell on her knees the instant she stepped onto the bridge.  Memories of her dead husband came to mind.  The first arguments they had because of her condition.  The first time he arrived drunk and raped her. The worst part was when their son walked in and witnessed the whole thing.  How Jason grew up a difficult teenager after his father drank himself to death.  With each memory she felt pain and craved the ending of her life.  The image of the day that Jason left the care of her home and confessed his hate towards her.  Those words pierced her heart like the knife that she had used earlier to bring her own death, leading to the pain that she was feeling now. The flames of her most intimate fears and regrets consumed her soul repeatedly. She could feel her end, she longed for it.  She wanted to die again, except that she already was dead.  She knew that what she was feeling now was going to last eternity.  There was no consolation to be found except that her angel was kneeling right next to her, ending the suffering at her side. 

            Sorlozon kicked them both, causing them to step out of their mental torture chambers for mere minutes.

            -“Get up, whore! Your new ‘lover’ waits!” Sorlozon said as he lifted her off the ground. “You too! There’s much to be done and as much as I’m pleased by your suffering there are other things that need to be undone.”

            Icais was puzzled by those words, now knowing of the prophecy:

“For the angel will rise and will bring war upon He who is just and the exiled, bringing the end to the reign of darkness upon mankind”

            Minutes later, the found themselves in the presence of Luke, better known as Lucifer. Sorlozon paid reverence to his highness while Solange and Icais were force down to their knees by the burning gaze of Luke.

            -“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he voiced, “Il’ Icais and his whore! Get her ready in my chambers.”

            Icais had to strain himself from getting up and making things turn against his favor.  Solange was taken away and the angel was left alone with Luke to talk. 

            -“Sorlozon tells me you have in mind a deal for the soul of Solange.”

            -“Yes…” replied Icais.

            -“What did you have in mind? Surely condemning yourself to the pits of hell isn’t enough.  That’s the payment for helping her cheat death! So give me something more and make it worth my while.”

            -“I’ll serve you! Instead of just ceasing to exist I’ll dedicate the rest of my eternal existence doing your will” he said, “I’ll hung the lost, I’ll torture the souls, I’ll kill if it means saving her!”

            -“Done!” he replied. “You will serve me and she will be saved, hell, I’ll even talk to the Big guy to see if he lets her enter the heavens directly.”

            In his head, Icais thought that it was too easy.  What he didn’t know was that his service is exactly what Luke wanted from him.  Solange was set free and was back in the chamber within the hour but there was something different in her eyes.  She seemed lost.  Her gaze was empty, when she looked at Icais and he went to reach after her, she jerked back, frightened by what she was seeing.  He saw his reflection through her glassy eyes and noticed what was happening.  In mere seconds, he was yelling from the ardent agony developing in his chest.  His name was being burned off from his ribcage while Luke declared the prophecy to his favor.

            -“You lose your angel name once and for all:

‘And the demon will rise and bring war between he who is just and the exiled bringing the end to the reign of the light upon mankind.” He professed as Il’ Icais was turned into a fiend. “Just Icais! The name your whore used to call you by! You will serve me and I will be your king!”

            Solange was saved but gone without even a memory of her now condemned angel and Icais was left bound in chains.

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Love always,

   Your Lonely Angel

An Angel Torn part 7

Back in the heavens, Icais felt sorry for having left Solange alone, but couldn’t find a way to go back and face her. Instead he fled to his corridors and ignored his charge and his heart. For the first time in his existence he felt tears run down his face, his heart was beating awfully and the pain emerging from it was even worse. Little did he know that it was the last time he would see Solange with life.

She was alone, sad and without consolation. She knew, deep down, that because of what had happened she wouldn’t be able to see her angel in a long time. She wasn’t wrong; he would most definitely take some time off to redeem himself. But she couldn’t live without him any longer. It was time to act. She was going to try and reach him in the heavens one last time.

 She went to the bathroom and got the tub ready with some warm water; went back to her room and did her makeup. She took off her clothes and looked in the mirror and after feeling satisfied with the way she looked, she walked to the room that used to belong to her son. She knew that he had left without taking many things, including a mid-sized folding knife with a red and black handle. The blade was a metallic black in which she could see her dark reflection.

With knife in hand she was heading back to the bathroom but in her head…. She was in a completely different place.  She was transported into a dark room, alone and scared.  She looked to the end of the room and saw Icais from afar.  While trying to reach for him, she felt her hand tied up to a wall, one she couldn’t see.  She cut herself loose and a red light began to flash before her face.  She felt herself get wet, and found herself feeling a small but sharp pain.  This feeling only brought more desperation. She looked at her arms and she could see what she was doing and the pain just got worse. The more blood that flowed, the closer she got to her angel. She opened new wounds in her legs, thighs, abdomen and where the pain was most unbearable, the chest.

After a couple of minutes she began to feel relief. The puddle of blood that she was looking at, she knew was hers and when she gazed up to see if she had reached her angel, he was gone and her mind was opened to reality. What had she just done? She was leaving her body and regretted it the moment she noticed. She remembered the time that Icais had come in time to save her, but her angel was nowhere to be seen she was lost and there was no hope. In her desperation she tried to step out of the tub, but only found herself tripping over and busting her lip. She tasted blood. She tasted her end.

In the meantime, Icais was back in his corridors, still crying, still in unexplainable pain and worst of all still ignoring his charge. Over and over again he played scenes in his head of how he could go back and excuse himself or at least explain.  In one, he got down to his knees and gave her what she wanted in the first place, that scene in his head only fired him up as much as she had done just hours before. In another he went back and explained the rules again to her yet confessed his love once again.  These scenes kept on playing repeatedly in his mind and with each one, he began to get the confidence to face her a bit more than the last, but the tears didn’t stop.

The pain inside of him kept growing. He didn’t know why. His chest began to burn and his head felt like it was going to burst and he decided it wasn’t going to go away until he said he was sorry. What he didn’t know was that he was loosing his charge. He got up and decided to pay her a visit. He went for scene #2 in which he would explain the rules but let her know that he never stopped loving her. Once he reached his post, he took a quick glance, and saw that she was “sleeping” in the tub.  Not noticing the blood, or that she wasn’t in the tub at all, he turned back, braced himself with courage and flew back down against all rules to see her again.

Meanwhile in the depths of the earth the famous Luke was waiting for Solanges’ soul to arrive.  It was the 7^th time that he waited and was interrupted. This time he was going to make sure that she arrived to her hellish pit of despair, one way or another, so he sent his best, Sorlozon, to go get her.

-“The angels’ lover is going under again. Make sure she gets to me this time.  I want to interference.” Luke ordered Sorlozon. “It’s not the first time that she tries so I highly doubt that HE will try to step in this time.  If Icais shows up… you know what to do.”

-“Sire, Icais is the one of the prophecy. How is it that I am to make him fall to his end?” asked Sorlozon.

            -“You just do as you are told and everything will fall into place.  That prophecy will not come true” he replied.

            Sorlozon left to complete his mission. In the meantime, Solange was battling to keep her life until Icais would arrive.  She felt a presence approaching but once she looked up; it wasn’t her angel that she saw. Too weak to yell out for help, she just extended her arms with the purpose of defense but it was no use.  Sorlozon already had her by the arm and was taking her away. 

Icais came into the room and the moment that the picture he wouldn’t realize what was happening. Solanges’ body was lying dead on the floor and the devil’s accomplice was taking his lovers soul off to hell. 

-“Solange! What…What’s going on?!? What are you doing? Let her go!” Icais yelled. 

-“Don’t challenge me Icais. You know very well what the consequences to suicide are” Sorlozon exclaimed as he pinned him to the wall with knife to his neck. “You know that hell waits for a soul at the time of suicide. She will not cheat death again!”

Icais went over to the body and looked at Solange while her soul looked back at him wordless. Before he left with her, Icais’ eyes ran through the image before him.

-“Wait! Let’s make a deal…”
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Love always,
     Your Lonely Angel

An Angel Torn part 6

That night she began to get everything ready for the big day. She took out her best and most revealing nightgown and for the first time in months, she took the pills again. Icais wasn’t happy with this, of course, but he refrained from getting too upset, while hoping it wouldn’t happen again. Once he arrived he opened his mouth… “I…”  

            -“I know it was wrong but I wanted to see you”, she interrupted.

            He laughed, knowing that was going to be her explanation and said “I know. I was only going to say I missed you and I love you”

            She blushed once she noticed how rushed she’d been to give the explanation. They embraced and with a light kiss were immediately transported into the heavens once again.

            -“Are you excited about your book?” asked Icais.

            -“I’m more excited about tonight…” said Solange subtly.

            -“Really and why is that? What is to occur tonight that has you so energized?”

 The moment she got close to him, he knew what was going to happen and grasped the idea in her head quicker than ever. He tried to shun out of what was to come but she was too cunning. As a woman she had her needs and was going to satisfy her craving for love and passion.

            -“We’re in a dream Icais, how is it that you can kiss me but you can’t make love to me in a dream? You can caress me and not touch me as a woman? Do you not want me?”

This last question hammered at him endlessly. He wanted and desired her, but the rules were clear, Icais shouldn’t even be in love with her let alone MAKE love to her. It is forbidden.

Before he could reply she was already upon his lap welcoming every pleasure that was to come. She kissed him and he was reduced to nothing but an ardor of love. He was to be her servant and give her what she so evidently desired. Something inside him was growing and the changes in his body were noticeable as well. The heat arising from her body was intense and the response that he was experimenting was unfamiliar yet absolute. There was nowhere else he would rather be than enclosed in Solanges arms. In that moment he loved her and belonged to her and at the same time he was her owner…

The moment that thought crossed his mind, he felt shame. He knew there was no other owner of the soul than the one that gave life, and only an instant before he was to enter her and become one with her essence, he vanished.

She awoke, stunned, confused and simply stupefied! The heat and humidity that her body had developed had been ignored and she was left with a craving that was unsatisfied. She began to cry and found herself not angry at the angel but embarrassed for what she had done. She realized her mistake and knew it was only a matter of time before she would find the consequences to her actions insufferable.

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Love always,
  Your Lonely Angel

Story of my Life

Hey! Your Lonely Angel here.

I know I've left the "An Angel Torn" story half way so sorry about that. 

I'm hoping to get some things out of my chest.... i'm going to tell you a very short story that seems to repeat itself in my life.

There's this guy right... i meet him, he turns into my best friend. i make the mistake of actually being intimate with him and i fall in love.  That's not the problem though, the problem is that I never said anything. I stayed quiet out of fear of rejection.  I didn't want to loose the friendship we had so i played it out like it was nothing more than casual. Long story short... he's gone to the states and i miss him like crazy. Especially after he and i talked and it turns out he felt the same way.  I'll have to enter into details later... keep reading and you'll get the heat in my love life gone cold. JAJAJAJA. 

Love always... Your Lonely Angel

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an angel torn part 5

With that said she lay on his chest and closed her eyes, only to wake up holding her pillow. She was determined to make it work even if it meant breaking every rule. The months passed and everything was as usual as before. They would meet every night, talk and then the angel would leave to watch upon her whilst she did her daily chores. She began a new project, a book; a love story that she was hoping to publish. Everything was going well. Even the angel felt relief with the way her life was improving.

-“I saw that they gave you a date for the publishing of your new book.” said the angel.

            -“Yes,” she replied, “I can barely wait. But I don’t have a title for it yet. The editor needs one by tomorrow. If not, the publishing will have to be postponed.”

            -“What I don’t understand is how you already have the cover, the story is finished, and you still don’t have a title. Though I am impressed with how you’ve managed to put our experiences in a book and still have it seem like a fictional story. I’m surprised that He hasn’t given any orders to hinder its publishing. What’s the ending of the story, by the way?”

            There was a moment of silence.

            -“What are you thinking?” the angel asked her. “What’s going on in your head? Huh?”

            -“I’m just wondering….”

            -“What?” He interrupted.

            -“Well, if you’d let me finish you’d know. Don’t you think?” she laughed and continued “I was wondering what your name is.”

            A look of surprise spread across the angel’s face. He had already explained to her that it wasn’t aloud for the souls to know their angels names. Was she trying to cause trouble or had she forgotten? Unsure of why she had asked, he tried to explain the rules again.

            -“I know the rules.” She said, breaking off the angel’s explanation. “I was really just wondering. Could you at least give me the first and last letter? I’m thinking that your name would be a great title for the book. No one will know it’s your name.”

            Solange put an expression that almost convinced the angel to giving her the answer she wanted. But he refused to give in, even if it meant her getting upset. “It’ll probably last a couple of days” he thought to himself. And he was right… she did get upset. After a small argument, the angel left, he wasn’t good with confrontation; especially against her.

            Thankfully his secret love hadn’t been noticed by anyone, not even with the book and the similarities that it contained. But every once in a while he would unite with the other guardians that faced the same dilemma and they talked about their experiences. They gave each other advice and laughed at the different occurrences of one another. One day the angel presented the discussion that he had with Solange.

            -“And did you tell her?” said one of the other angels.

            -“No!” he replied. “Should I have?”

            This question raised an argument amongst the angels. Some of them said yes and others said that he had made the best choice.

            -“Mary knows mine.” Said another. “She knows everything about me, even about the moment I was created. I’m planning to go down to earth tonight and posses the body of her husband to make love to her. It wouldn’t be the first time I do it and I haven’t been caught yet.”

            Having said those words, his wings withered and he fell from grace. They all looked down to see his descend and his death as he hit the ground. With that, they dispersed and decided to go back to their places.

            The angel watched over Solange the rest of the day, wondering if he should tell her what she wanted to know. The angel in the post next to him said, “You should tell her your name. She seems like a trustworthy woman. My dear Emmett knows my name. We don’t go to extremes in having physical contact, but in his dreams we do make our feelings very clear. A light kiss on the lips and the person wakes up with a smile that lasts all day. Don’t tell her your name. But reveal it to her cunningly. She’s a smart woman; she’ll figure it out…Oh! And Il’…don’t be afraid to love her.” Having given her opinion the angel went back to her post and left him thinking.

            With the rising of the moon the angel came down to earth to see his dear and beautiful Solange. She seemed somewhat annoyed by his presence but she couldn’t deny that she was, as always, delighted to see him. She glared at him with resentment and he could only grin to her expression.

            -“You are stubborn. But you look so charming when you’re upset.” He said with a smile.

            -“I’m not speaking you. I don’t talk with strangers.” She answered in an angry tone.

            -“Oh really? You think I’m a stranger” he said while picking her up and embracing her body within his arms and wings flying high into the heavens.

            She couldn’t resist and began to laugh. Once they reached the highest cloud that she could imagine, they sat there and just looked at each other for a couple of minutes, trying to recuperate their breaths.

            -“Why do you create limitations to your soul in your dreams? In this world you can have wings, you can fly you can even get me to say my name…” he told her with a cunning tone in his voice.

            -“So you can’t tell me but I can get it out of you if I wanted? Will this get you in trouble?” she answered.

            -“No.” he replied. “At least I don’t think so. So do you want to play a game?”

            -“I want to try and figure out your name.” she said.

            -“Well what do you think the games about?” he said with a chuckle. “First clue: it starts with an ‘I’.”

            She began to mention random names. “Ian, Ilyha, Israel… isn’t that last one in the bible?”

            He laughed to all of her suggestions. “Ilyha would be a good name for an angel but that’s not it. It ends with an ‘S’.”

            -“Mm… Ignatius, Ilias, Ives? I can’t guess it that way, why don’t you just give me another clue?”

            -“Don’t think of me as just a man, maybe my name can be one that can be used for both male and female”

            They spent hours with the guessing game, until the woman got tired. “If you trust me and love me, you’ll tell me your name.” she said, frustrated.

            -“Why do you use my love for you against me? It’s not fair; you know that I can’t do that without risking my wings. I do trust you and love you, you know it.”

            She looked away and he tried to get her to look at her but she refrained, stubborn as she is. With a sigh, the angel was about to leave when he heard a small weep come out of her lips. He looked back at her and held her in his arms, touched her face and looked deeply into her eyes.

            -“I love you” he reminded her. Then he left an image in her head: ‘இசை’

            -“What’s that?” she asked.

            -“It’s my name” he replied. “It’s the meaning of my name.” and before she could give a reply, he left.

            The next morning, Solange went directly to the computer to look for the meaning of the symbols that she had seen. After hours of searching through the internet, she found nothing. With frustration building up, she began to hum to herself the angel’s song. “Music” she thought to herself. “Icais” she exclaimed the moment she found it! With excitement, she called her editor and gave her the title of her soon to be published book: Icais: the love song of an angel. Having done that she rushed to her bed and tried to sleep, the excitement was too much. She would have to wait for the indicated time.

            Icais felt content with her discovery. He had hoped that she would find it. With every passing hour anxiety built up inside them both. She began to do exercise, something she had never down before, hoping to get tired enough to take a nap. It worked!

            Once she fell asleep, the angel came down and visited and embraced her happily.

            -“Icais” she said with a smile.

            -“Yes my love” he replied, feeling pleased to hear his name.

            -“I love you Icais! I Love You!” she said laughing while he swayed her around in his arms.

            That dream was even more pleasing than any of the others. Although the barely spoke, the little they said was enough for them to feel blissful. Once the night ended, the Icais didn’t wish to leave, for the first time, he felt that he didn’t want to separate from her side. He remembered the words of the other angel when she spoke of the gentle kiss on the lips and how it would always leave a smile. But before he could give it to her, she was already in his arms caressing his lips. He didn’t resist, he couldn’t. He held her closer to him and didn’t let go until she separated from him.

-“I love you” they both said to each other.

            -“I will see you tonight” Solange said.

            -“But it is already nightfall? How will we see each other?”

            -“I’ll think of something.” She replied. “You just go and come back when I call you.”

            Icais left the dream and she got up from the bed as cheerful as can be. Now it was just a matter of time until the book was published and she could carry out with her plan to be with her angel in every way possible.

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 Love always,

   Your Lonely Angel

an angel torn part 4

            -“It’s not enough.” She said to her angel one night.

            -“What isn’t enough? What are you talking about?” answered her angel, fearing he reply.

            -“Dreaming; dreaming isn’t enough for me anymore. I wish to be with you in the heavens. I desire to know that wonderful place that you speak of every night; the paradise that you have painted in my head. Don’t you want me there with you? Don’t you wish to see me there?”

            -“Solange, I want you in heaven, not with me but, with the Almighty. Our father in heaven wishes you to dwell in paradise with him along with all of your brothers and sisters. Every human soul on earth, heaven and hell is considered a sibling. I only love you as a sister. I don’t want you to be mine; I want you to belong to yourself and to our creator.”

            For the first time, the angel found himself lying to her, for her own wellbeing of course. The pain that was growing inside his chest began to feel unbearable. When he saw the face of the woman gazing on him with tears developing in her eyes, he couldn’t help but take a deep breath and hold back his own tears.

            -“No! You’re lying to me! I can see it in your eyes. You’re not like the other angels. You do love; you love me!”- She yelled hysterically at him, pulling on his cloak. “Angels can’t lie. Why are you lying to me? Tell me the truth!”

            With those last words, she awoke. Her angel had left early, and she was left with tears in her eyes and the bedspread tight in her hands. It was, still, only 3 o’clock on the morning, but she didn’t wish to speak to her angel. She felt deceived and heartbroken to the words of the angel.

            -“A sister! You see me as a fucking sister!!”- She yelled towards the heavens. “Angels can’t lie! Angels can’t…” She began to feel a pressure build up inside of her head. Voices were repeatedly whispering in her head: “Call him! Call him with your blood.” All at once, they were getting louder and louder. She covered her ears to try and muffle out the sound, nothing worked.

            -“Stop!” she begged. “Get out of my head please! Angel! Angel… Help me! Please, help me!” she called out.

The voices only got louder with every cry that came out of her mouth, but the angel did not come. He was too ashamed to face her after what he had done. He felt angry with himself and with her for not understanding. He could barely even hear her voice call out to him.

Solange didn’t sleep for the rest of the night. The sun rose, and with the light entering the room, the voices began to vanish. She felt relieved that the noises had ceased. With the passing of the hours, she only sat in her bed and all she could remember were the words of the angel and how his eyes were the window that gave light to the perjury behind them. For now, she didn’t want to come in contact with the angel, or with the constant voices that suffocated her every night, since that dark hour in which he had decided to leave and ignore her.

It had been weeks since the angel’s last visit, and Solange was beginning to miss her dearly beloved. With time, she understood a little more the reason behind the angel’s words. She remembered how one night the angel had told her about the moment in which they gave him the job and how he felt. He had explained the rules to her also. With that in mind, she was aware that everything he had said was just for her own good.

In the meantime, her angel was in the heavens missing her dearly. Never keeping his eyes or his thoughts off of her for one second, hoping that she would call upon him once again. He had decided to be straight forward with her and tell her the truth about his feelings and what he wanted.

A starry blanket filled the night sky as the moon rose. Solange was already in bed, feeling lonely and nostalgic. With only a look to the heavens, her angel got the message. She instantly fell asleep and he entered her mind to visit. At first ambiance felt heavy and uncomfortable. But once the woman opened her mouth to apologize for the occurrences, the angel interrupted.

-“I Love You.” He exclaimed without warning.

The woman felt shock to hear those words, but she seemed comforted at the same time.

-“I lied because I can’t give up my wings. I fear the thought of death. You were right about me though. I’m not like other angels. But I’m not the only angel that feels this way towards the soul that I’m guarding. There are others like me, but we’re a minority. I can’t risk loosing my wings and not being able to look after you. I do love you, with all of my, well, we don’t have physical hearts but I’m guessing you know where I’m going with this. You’re not just a sister to me, or a simple soul that I look after. Every time I look at you I feel content. I can’t stop myself from thinking about you every second that I leave your side; and when I say seconds I mean seconds in heaven. So it’s a long time. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to come down to earth one day and physically hold you in my arms and under my wings. That time that you almost died, I thought I was going to perish if I didn’t save you. You are the reason for my existence, you were made for me to look after you and I was created to guard you with everything that I have; everything that I am. If I ever loose you, I loose myself. But if I get close to you in a way that is inadequate, I risk loosing you as well; therefore I can’t be with you the way that you want me to, or the way that I desire…”

In that moment, there was silence. She glared into his eyes, and he was taken once again by her beautiful eyes.

-“I know…” Was all that she could reply at the moment.

The silence between them said everything that needed to be heard. Every truth, every feeling, every single thought was being revealed in just minutes of stillness. He reached out to grab her and she went directly into his arms to be held by him again.  She would give herself to him that night, she thought to herself. She will show her love and she will make it possible for them to be together, whether it was in this life or the next.

-“I love you.” Said the angel, once again.

-“I love you too” replied Solange.

-“I promise that the moment will come in which we will be together…”

-“No,” interrupted the woman. “I promise you that we will be together”

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                                                Love Always,

                                                     Your Lonely Angel  

An Angel Torn Part 3

     Her eyes closed and she felt a cool breeze upon her face.  Not sure if she should open her eyes, she and reached out to grab the first thing in front of her, and then she felt him.  She felt his hands holding on to her wrist, but before she could open her eyes, he whispered gently to her ear, with his voice like a choir of beautiful voices:

“Wait, love wait!

Close your eyes once more and

Please listen to my pleading:

Wait, love wait!

And you will be in heaven with me.

When the night falls, I will come.

Just….wait….”

     With his last breath upon her, he disappeared. She opened her eyes to find herself sitting in a puddle of blood, caused by the cuts that were now merely scars. She felt lost and confused, not knowing what reality was or wasn’t. Still being able to hear the faint voice in her mind, she got up with new hopes. Tears started emerge from her eyes, without a concrete reason, she found herself smiling yet crying at the same time.Although she had heard his voice, and she knew that he was there, she still felt empty, she still felt the pain. While she cleaned the puddle of blood that was flooding the bathroom floor, she wondered why he had saved her life. Did he not want her in heaven? Why should she wait? But in obedience to his voice, she looked forward towards the night to come.

      On his way back, he couldn’t help but feel relief in his heart. Yet the thought of mortality frightened him.What he had just seen, the event that he had just presented, was enough for him to fear death. He asked himself constantly if he was really prepared to face the consequences to his actions; to every question there was doubt of the answer. To his luck the gates were busy with the second round of souls. Again, he covered his wings with his cloak and got through with the newcomers.With a sigh of relief, he flew to his place in the guardian’s palace. Luckily he hadn’t been missed, and once more he could watch upon his beloved with the hope of someday being able to go back down and visit her in her dreams.

      An archangel interrupted his daydream whilst entering the room. “You! The Almighty demands your presence at once!” Not daring to disobey he left his place and rushed to the knees of he who had called upon him.

-“The soul assigned to you, she still lives.” He said.

-“Yes,” The angel answered, “she still lives.”

-“I know what youhave done and you know the consequences of your actions”

Waiting to be thrown out of heaven he closed his eyes, ready to be exiled; ready to face his death and his end, yet fearing the wrath of he who gave out his sentence.

-“You have acted selflessly. You were willing to give your life for the soul of that woman. Why?”

Not daring to lie, yet not ready to admit his feelings, he said “She has been the soul assigned to me. Is not protecting that soul, my job? Was I supposed to let her perish in the hands of he, whom you despise? Was I to let her fall in the pits of hell?”

-“Don’t you dare question me!”- He bided. “Don’t push your luck!”

-“I dare not question your authority or your will, dear Father”-answered the angel remorsefully.

-“You may pay your daily visits to her in her dreams once again. But make sure it is clear, that she shall not abandon the life that I have given her. Is that understood!?”

-“Yes, my Lord” replied the angel.

      Back on earth, it was almost night fall and the woman was getting ready to fall into her slumber when she heard an unusual noise coming from the bathroom.She entered, thinking it might have been him, but it was nothing but her imagination, she thought, for there was no one in the room.Entering her bedroom again, she heard the noise once more, and again she entered the bathroom hoping to see him; but found no one. She turned towards the door, and there he was! Her beautiful and beloved angel was watching her from the frame of the door. She threw herself into his arms, crying of happiness.

     Once again, they were together. They talked that night, all night, and he made it very clear to her the will of the Almighty. She understood and was willing to show her atonement. Not knowing that she was just about to cause the angel to leave, she begins to seduce him. With every touch upon his skin, the angel felt desire for the first time in his life. But remembering the words of his creator, he resists and steps back….

      The woman, with a puzzled look on her face apologizes again. She didn’t know what she could or could not do. Standing in her room, while she laid in her bed, the angel once again sang his song to her. Once she dozed off, he gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead and she woke to find herself in her bed, alone once again, but with something she hadn’t felt in years: HOPE…. She knew that from that moment on, she could look forward to seeing her angel every night…but will it be enough? Or will her appetite of love towards her angel drive her to madness, more damaging than before?

     It had only been minutes from his last visit and she was already craving more. She looked at her bottle of pills and reached out for it and then remembered her angel’s words. She put the bottle down, and kept moving during the day with a feeling of anxiety in her chest. Taking naps during the day, and going to bed early and meeting him every time, she was entering her addictive cycle once again. She needed to be with her angel… the problem is how? If only death is what separates her from the one she loved.

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              Love always,

                  Your Lonely Angel

An Angel Torn...(continued)

     With only minutes left, the angel had a decision to make. To his advantage, time ran faster in heaven. While he looked down on, earth he began to plan a way to escape and rescue her. Pacing back and forward, his heart was beating harder with every thought that passed his mind. If he could only make a quick getaway without being noticed. If only he could get there in time to saver her. The minutes passed in heaven while the seconds passed on earth...

     Bleeding from her wrists, she began to feel relief of pain, and in her mind she could almost see her angel, not knowing her true fate. She hummed to herself a song that the angel had once sang to her in her dream:



     "Hush now my sweet, close your eyes and dream.

Hush now my darling, hear my voice

and know that in heaven you'll be"

     With this song she began to remember her encounters with her beloved angel. The moment in which he appeared to her for the first time- A tall, well-structured man of tanned skin and bright blue eyes. His long wavy hair running down his neck brushing his naked shoulders. He owned a beauty beyond description; one that men would envy and that all women would desire. The moment she had layed eyes on him, she loved him. He, not knowing the heart of the woman yet, came to her and embraced her, letting her know that he was there for her, that all of her fears could rest assured that they would disappear with every encounter she would have with her angel. She remembered the feeling of his strong arms around her as he left in her heart a sense of security. The images of what he looked like in the distance crossed her mind with every drop that fell to the floor.

     Meanwhile up in heaven, the angel, trying to get past the gaurds of the gate, only hoped to be there in time. He too began to remember- the time when he was assigned to the woman. When his orders were given to him, he remembered, he smiled and felt honored by the position and the responsability that had been layed upon him. The rules were simple, or so he thought:

1. Never lay your eyes off of the soul assigned to you.
2. Never tell her your name, if he/she wants to give you one, then fine.
3. Never posses the body of the person assigned to you.
4. Never reveal yourself physically to the person in public.
5. Never have any physical contact with the person outside of their mind.
6. and NEVER fall in love with the person assigned to you.

     The night came and it was time for him to pay his first visit. He had no clue what so ever, that in the moment that he would lay eyes on his subject, he would find a reason to break every single one of those rules, except for the first rule, considering it was the one thing he would never be able to do. Laying his eyes upon her for the first time, he could not help but feel overwhelmed with something he didnt understand- human feelings. Her esmerald eyes enchanted him, he couldn't resist the pull that her soul had upon him. In that moment he realized, that he was her servant.

     Reality struck him when he began to hear her heart beat slower from afar. He had to get there in time. Taking advantage that the gates were being opened to let in new souls, he made an escape. He took a cloak to hide his wings, he didnt want to stand out within the human souls. with every second he fell down faster and faster, praying to get there in time!
     With her heartbeat slowing down she begins to smile, the song had already finished and she was sure she'd go to heaven to finally be with her angel. THUMP thump..................................... THUMP..thump................................. THUMP.....thump.....
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Love always,
    Your Lonely Angel

Love story of Terror (interruption from an angel torn)

Lights are off, and I rush across the hall way to my room.

I almost slipped on the wet surface from the water that was dripping down my body. Without turning on the light in my room or opening the window for the rays of the sun to pass through, I lay fresh in my bed, closing my eyes, passing my hands down my waist, massaging my body from the pain.

In a matter of seconds I find myself too afraid to open my eyes. I feel a presence in my room; one that I know very well. He had come to visit me once more, after I thought he would no longer do so.  I hear his sweet voice say to me: “Open your eyes love, you don’t have to be afraid of me, and you know that.”

I opened my eyes, frightful, unsure if I wanted to see his face.  Then I saw his eyes, lit up by my presence, very different from the last picture I had seen of him. For a moment, I remembered the love we used to share. The faint memory of our past happiness passed through my mind and he knew it.

He touched my face ever so softly, his hands traveling every curve, every dent, provoking a passion in me to rise. His lips touched mine, and we embraced in a kiss.  Almost without breath, feeling like it was the first and knowing that it was the last.  I stopped! I wasn’t sure of what was happening or why it was happening. I felt confused, yet completely aroused.

The tips of his fingers began to run through the curves of my body, going down my chest while his lips softly brushed my neck.  His breath provoking the heat of my body to rise, my legs opened instinctively, and his hands were already feeling the humidity developing between them.

The heat of his body, the smell of his skin, his breathing on my neck was difficult to resist.  Once again I fell deep into his seduction.

Our bodies became one; the passion that was developing was even greater than any that we had experimented before. Then, I felt his body throbbing against mine. He began to grind against me, and I could only embrace him harder. I felt a need to feel him inside, but when I heard his voice whisper to my ear that he loved me, I opened my eyes and remembered who he was. Again, I stopped, abruptly!

“I can’t!” I said. “I can’t do this. You may love me but I can’t, I don’t love you”

“Love me” he whispered. “Love me!” he yelled as I said no.

His eyes got wild! His hands got hard and violent! I couldn’t recognize him anymore. He pinned me onto the bed with his majestic wings while his hands came upon my knees and forced my legs apart. “LOVE ME!!” he screamed repeatedly as he forced himself inside me. With tears in my eyes and frightened once again out of my mind I begged him to stop.

Suddenly, a dear friend flies into the room and shoves him off me. She puts herself in a defensive position in front of me and a strong hiss comes out of her lips. Her red hair loose, it seemed like flames.  I knew she was angry. But they didn’t fight.

He went back to his normal self, looked at me with sorrow and ran off after saying he was sorry. She looked at me and asked me if I was ok and I answered that I was fine.

While in shock, I began to analyze the event. Was this nightmare ever going to end? Will he ever let me go? And the most important question: Does he even know that his soul is making these visits?
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             Love Always,
                Your Lonely Angel