took my joy.
But the thing that he took that to this very day causes me to see a cloud of crimson was the love of my heart. He separated me from Radueriel. I have been alone throughout these years, with only the memories of love and warmth as my companions.
I walk the crowded streets of New Orleans, lost in the sea of humanity and modern tide.
This is Hell.
This is my Hell.
I turn the corner and stop suddenly. Bright sapphire eyes gaze at me from a serene, pale face framed by dark, chestnut hair. He is wearing a white robe and his feet are bare, but there are no wings.
"Radueriel?" I breathe, gaping in astonishment at my long lost lover.
A smile curves those full, rosy lips. "Morningstar."
Great is our Lord and mighty in power, his understanding has no limit.
Psalm 147:5
The grocery bags were heavy as I walked through the night time streets. As I pushed through the throng of people, a man slammed into my shoulder.
"Excuse you!" I snapped, glaring at him.
"Go to Hell," he replied, continuing on his way.
I laughed and mounted the stairs to my apartment. "I'm already there."
I unlocked the door to my cheap, one bedroom apartment, and was greeted by Manny. The cat wrapped around my ankles as I made my way to the small kitchenette, dumping the bags onto the counter. "Yes, I bought you food," I said to him, picking up the fat silver tabby. He purred and scent marked me, his golden eyes closing as I rubbed his back. "Have you been a good boy?" I cooed, setting him back onto the floor so I could unload the groceries.
From the bedroom I heard motion, but I ignored the sounds, focusing instead on putting the cheese, milk, butter and eggs into the refrigerator, and the boxed cereal, cans of soup and bread into the cupboard.
He appeared then, wrapped in my black robe, his eyes watching every movement I made.
"Are you hungry?" I asked, pulling a fry pan from the cabinet. "I have work in two hours, so I can fix you something to eat. Do you like eggs?"
Still he stood silent.
"Do you want meat? I have some chicken. I also have salad and fruit if you would prefer," I rambled, spraying the pan with non-stick spray and cracking an egg into it.
He continued to watch me.
My patience was not infinite and I turned to glare at him. "What? Cat got your tongue? Do you want to eat or do you plan to starve?" My tone was far sharper than I had intended, and he flinched from me. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger. "Radueriel," I said softly, "are you hungry?"
"Hungry?" he asked me, confusion marring his beautiful features.
I sighed and pulled the pan from the hot burner. "Yes, hungry. Does your belly ache? Grumble and feel tight?"
His hands pressed against his terry-covered stomach and he looked down. "Aye, but I thought it was just part of being corporeal."
I laughed, opening the refrigerator and chose orange juice and an apple for him. While he watched, seating himself at the small bar, I peeled, cored and sliced the apple and poured him a glass of juice. "How long have you been on Earth?" I asked as I served him and returned to my breakfast.
"Three days," he said, and I heard him take a bite of the crisp apple. He gasped and I turned to him; he was gazing at the half-eaten apple slice.
"Problem, Radueriel?" I asked, leaning on the counter and smiling at him.
Those bright eyes gazed at me in wonder. "This is... delicious!" he breathed, quickly consuming the rest of the apple.
I placed my scrambled eggs onto a plate and poured myself a glass of orange juice. I sat on the ragged couch, my plate in my lap, and sipped my juice. "Why are you here, Radueriel?" I asked, eating my eggs.
He stood from his perch on the bar and slowly walked to me, his eyes averted. The angel knelt before me and rested his head against my knee, and I resisted the urge to reach out and
But the thing that he took that to this very day causes me to see a cloud of crimson was the love of my heart. He separated me from Radueriel. I have been alone throughout these years, with only the memories of love and warmth as my companions.
I walk the crowded streets of New Orleans, lost in the sea of humanity and modern tide.
This is Hell.
This is my Hell.
I turn the corner and stop suddenly. Bright sapphire eyes gaze at me from a serene, pale face framed by dark, chestnut hair. He is wearing a white robe and his feet are bare, but there are no wings.
"Radueriel?" I breathe, gaping in astonishment at my long lost lover.
A smile curves those full, rosy lips. "Morningstar."
Great is our Lord and mighty in power, his understanding has no limit.
Psalm 147:5
The grocery bags were heavy as I walked through the night time streets. As I pushed through the throng of people, a man slammed into my shoulder.
"Excuse you!" I snapped, glaring at him.
"Go to Hell," he replied, continuing on his way.
I laughed and mounted the stairs to my apartment. "I'm already there."
I unlocked the door to my cheap, one bedroom apartment, and was greeted by Manny. The cat wrapped around my ankles as I made my way to the small kitchenette, dumping the bags onto the counter. "Yes, I bought you food," I said to him, picking up the fat silver tabby. He purred and scent marked me, his golden eyes closing as I rubbed his back. "Have you been a good boy?" I cooed, setting him back onto the floor so I could unload the groceries.
From the bedroom I heard motion, but I ignored the sounds, focusing instead on putting the cheese, milk, butter and eggs into the refrigerator, and the boxed cereal, cans of soup and bread into the cupboard.
He appeared then, wrapped in my black robe, his eyes watching every movement I made.
"Are you hungry?" I asked, pulling a fry pan from the cabinet. "I have work in two hours, so I can fix you something to eat. Do you like eggs?"
Still he stood silent.
"Do you want meat? I have some chicken. I also have salad and fruit if you would prefer," I rambled, spraying the pan with non-stick spray and cracking an egg into it.
He continued to watch me.
My patience was not infinite and I turned to glare at him. "What? Cat got your tongue? Do you want to eat or do you plan to starve?" My tone was far sharper than I had intended, and he flinched from me. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger. "Radueriel," I said softly, "are you hungry?"
"Hungry?" he asked me, confusion marring his beautiful features.
I sighed and pulled the pan from the hot burner. "Yes, hungry. Does your belly ache? Grumble and feel tight?"
His hands pressed against his terry-covered stomach and he looked down. "Aye, but I thought it was just part of being corporeal."
I laughed, opening the refrigerator and chose orange juice and an apple for him. While he watched, seating himself at the small bar, I peeled, cored and sliced the apple and poured him a glass of juice. "How long have you been on Earth?" I asked as I served him and returned to my breakfast.
"Three days," he said, and I heard him take a bite of the crisp apple. He gasped and I turned to him; he was gazing at the half-eaten apple slice.
"Problem, Radueriel?" I asked, leaning on the counter and smiling at him.
Those bright eyes gazed at me in wonder. "This is... delicious!" he breathed, quickly consuming the rest of the apple.
I placed my scrambled eggs onto a plate and poured myself a glass of orange juice. I sat on the ragged couch, my plate in my lap, and sipped my juice. "Why are you here, Radueriel?" I asked, eating my eggs.
He stood from his perch on the bar and slowly walked to me, his eyes averted. The angel knelt before me and rested his head against my knee, and I resisted the urge to reach out and
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