aware of their effect?
Her body was small but not frail. She had pert little breasts, a cinched-in waist, and slightly-flared hips. He couldn't tell a lot about her legs because they had been encased in a pair of navy blue dress slacks, but she moved them as gracefully as she had the rest of her body. The lime-green lightweight sweater she wore complemented her body nicely and had a V-neck that revealed just enough cleavage that made him want to see more.
He was definitely uncomfortable right now and had no idea why.
His thoughts turned to his self-imposed isolation and the reasons for being cast out of Heaven. He had never cared much for humans and continued challenging the Father on why He allowed the human race to make mistakes and drastically unbalance the universe while angels weren't given any room for error at all.
Clearly, Erick had argued one time too many and suddenly found himself on earth as a human. It could not be denied that the Father had a perverse sense of humor.
His only instruction: Be human, and find the answers to your questions.
But he only had one question: Why are they worth saving?
Why did he have to become human to get the answer to that one question?
Granted, he lived in a palatial mansion surrounded by acres of manicured land, forests, and gardens.
But that's not what he was supposed to be doing.
He missed lounging around on clouds and walking golden streets with his wings fully unfurled, not limited or bound by physical or temporal chains, free to roam the landscapes of celestial beauty and enjoy the bliss of the highest music imaginable, the music that only specially chosen mortals were allowed to hear a whisper of in their last moments – Bach, Mozart and Milton had been among these lucky few.
Now, here he was among the very same beings he held in contempt, and worst of all; he actually was one of them.
He still hadn't found the answer to his question. In fact, the longer he stayed here, the more he realized how weak humans were, how prone they were to make trouble for themselves and their fellow men.
They just couldn't stop hurting each other, the miserable little cursed creatures.
He found himself saving these lowly beings because it was the only way he could be himself. However, much as he might despise their weaknesses and the frequent abandon with which they surrendered to them, he was incapable of being false to himself.
Being punished did not mean being guilty. He was here as a test. And, well, he did irritate the hell out of the Father.
Unfortunately, he could not yet see the light. He felt it would be a very long time before he could find the answers he sought.
But since meeting Hollianne, there had been a gradual change inside him.
It was like he was waking up...to something unexplored – for him, who had thought he had seen and known everything humans were capable of. The human side imposed upon his holy person was stirring, was that it? That part of him that exemplified being wholly human had never throbbed that way with any other woman in the past.
Erick swore under his breath.
Centuries ago - no, yesterday - he would have abhorred the possibility that he might have succumbed to the inevitable. However, he had been told he would eventually embrace his humanity and that would be the time that he would get his answers. He didn't hate the idea now.
In fact, if being human was the way for him to explore this awakening, he couldn't wait to start.
Was it because of Hollianne?
He saw those fiery eyes again, seeking for something they did not yet know how to see.
He would have to figure out and try to understand this new sensation, and whether he should resist or accept it. He would have plenty of time to do that with Hollianne moving into his home. There would be lots of opportunities to see how much stronger it could become.
Hollianne had definitely started tugging at his humanity.
He just needed to figure out why that was.
Chapter Eight
Hollianne wasn't able
Her body was small but not frail. She had pert little breasts, a cinched-in waist, and slightly-flared hips. He couldn't tell a lot about her legs because they had been encased in a pair of navy blue dress slacks, but she moved them as gracefully as she had the rest of her body. The lime-green lightweight sweater she wore complemented her body nicely and had a V-neck that revealed just enough cleavage that made him want to see more.
He was definitely uncomfortable right now and had no idea why.
His thoughts turned to his self-imposed isolation and the reasons for being cast out of Heaven. He had never cared much for humans and continued challenging the Father on why He allowed the human race to make mistakes and drastically unbalance the universe while angels weren't given any room for error at all.
Clearly, Erick had argued one time too many and suddenly found himself on earth as a human. It could not be denied that the Father had a perverse sense of humor.
His only instruction: Be human, and find the answers to your questions.
But he only had one question: Why are they worth saving?
Why did he have to become human to get the answer to that one question?
Granted, he lived in a palatial mansion surrounded by acres of manicured land, forests, and gardens.
But that's not what he was supposed to be doing.
He missed lounging around on clouds and walking golden streets with his wings fully unfurled, not limited or bound by physical or temporal chains, free to roam the landscapes of celestial beauty and enjoy the bliss of the highest music imaginable, the music that only specially chosen mortals were allowed to hear a whisper of in their last moments – Bach, Mozart and Milton had been among these lucky few.
Now, here he was among the very same beings he held in contempt, and worst of all; he actually was one of them.
He still hadn't found the answer to his question. In fact, the longer he stayed here, the more he realized how weak humans were, how prone they were to make trouble for themselves and their fellow men.
They just couldn't stop hurting each other, the miserable little cursed creatures.
He found himself saving these lowly beings because it was the only way he could be himself. However, much as he might despise their weaknesses and the frequent abandon with which they surrendered to them, he was incapable of being false to himself.
Being punished did not mean being guilty. He was here as a test. And, well, he did irritate the hell out of the Father.
Unfortunately, he could not yet see the light. He felt it would be a very long time before he could find the answers he sought.
But since meeting Hollianne, there had been a gradual change inside him.
It was like he was waking up...to something unexplored – for him, who had thought he had seen and known everything humans were capable of. The human side imposed upon his holy person was stirring, was that it? That part of him that exemplified being wholly human had never throbbed that way with any other woman in the past.
Erick swore under his breath.
Centuries ago - no, yesterday - he would have abhorred the possibility that he might have succumbed to the inevitable. However, he had been told he would eventually embrace his humanity and that would be the time that he would get his answers. He didn't hate the idea now.
In fact, if being human was the way for him to explore this awakening, he couldn't wait to start.
Was it because of Hollianne?
He saw those fiery eyes again, seeking for something they did not yet know how to see.
He would have to figure out and try to understand this new sensation, and whether he should resist or accept it. He would have plenty of time to do that with Hollianne moving into his home. There would be lots of opportunities to see how much stronger it could become.
Hollianne had definitely started tugging at his humanity.
He just needed to figure out why that was.
Chapter Eight
Hollianne wasn't able
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