The Devil Wants Your Wings

It’s true about what they say about where you go after you die. It is either heaven or hell, and you either become an angel or a demon. I lived a very long and happy life, and was very fortunate to become one of God’s angels. I wasn’t just a regular angel either, I was one of God’s protector angels. That meaning, if something bad were ever to happened, I would be one to protect the gates of heaven. I was given this position because I lost my life fighting in battle. God knew told me that he knew I would be great for this. So I did what he asked, not because it was God telling me this, but because I wanted to. I always wanted to make things great, and I was going to continue that even in death.

 

Today I had duty of standing outside the gates. It was known to be a boring job, but for some reason my stomach felt odd, like something was going to happen. As I stood out there, I noticed something strange. I kept seeing a dark shadow going back and forth a few hundred yards away. I turned back to the gates, “Francis, it looks like there’s something down there. I’m going to go check it out.”

 

“Do you want me to come with?” he asked.

 

“No, I’ll be fine.”

 

“Alright, but make it quick.” I turned away from the gates, and started to walk toward the weird shadow. As I walked closer, I started to feel very uneasy. Once I got there, the shadow disappeared.

 

“Hello? Is anyone there?” I asked hoping someone would answer, but as I expected, no one did.

 

“Must of been seeing things,” I said to myself. I turned around and was surprised to see someone right there. “You scared me. Is there anything I can do to help you?” This person was strange looking, he looked dark, and… Oh no, it was one of the Devil’s demons. I couldn’t make this situation bad though, we did have the few demons who wanted to come to heaven, and they turned out to be very nice and good people.

 

“Why, hello,” he said.

 

“What’s your name?” I asked. He kept staring into my eyes deeply.

 

“Daniel. Yours?”

 

“Sebastian. Is there anything I can help you with?”

 

“There is one thing, your wings.” My heart dropped, our wings were very special to us. It was that significant thing to tell us that we made the best of our life. I couldn’t let him take my wings.

 

“My wings? Why would you want my wings?”

 

“It’s not me who wants them, the Devil wants them.” My heart stopped for a moment. I couldn’t believe this was happening. The Devil wants an angel’s wings? “So, if you could make this easy for me.” And he went straight for my wings. I backed up and fell down. Daniel got the lead and forced all of his weight on top of me, he then put his hands around my neck and began to strangle me. I tried my best to get him off of me, but his body weight was too much for me. Everything started to go blurry, I couldn’t let this happen. If he got my wings, who knows how many more he could get his hands on. I took all of my might and kicked him off. I gained back my surroundings and started to run toward the gates, I had to warn them.

 

“Franscis! Sound the sirens, one of the demons are here! He’s trying to take my wings!” I ran as fast as I could, but Daniel had caught up to me and pushed me down. We rolled and switched between who was on top and who was on bottom a few times, and I finally got the upper hand and was on top. “Please, you don’t have to do this, Daniel. You don’t have to follow his orders,” I said desperately. This had reminded me the day I died. Everything was the same, except the man was trying to kill me. I tried my best to not hurt him and make him believe that he didn’t have to do it, but it didn’t work. I couldn’t change his mind whatsoever.

 

“Yes, I do!” He had slipped out of my grip and we both stood up. “Just cooperate with me, buddy, and no one has to get hurt.”

 

“And no one has to get hurt if you just stop this.”

 

“I wish it were that easy, but it isn’t for you, is it?” he asked.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“This is basically how you died. Someone wanted to kill you, because you wanted to kill them.”

 

“No, I didn’t want to kill anyone.”

 

“Oh, I’m sure you didn’t,” he said mockingly. “I’m sure you didn’t want to slit his throat before he would slit yours.” He was starting to get into my head. That was the thing about demons, they could see your weaknesses and make you feel horrible about yourself.

 

“Stop it!” He stopped looking as if he wanted to fight. His body language turned to calmness. He was going to break me down, I couldn’t let him do that. He slowly started to walk up to me.

 

“You wanted to murder him. You wanted to murder so many people. That’s the way you were, wanting to murder anyone who got in your way.” He was only inches away from my face now. “I know who you are, and I know what you want to do to me, Sebastian.” I could feel the coolness of his breath. “You want to kill me.” I hadn’t thought about killing anyone in so long. I admit that a long time ago when I was alive that I wanted to kill some men I came across. But they were sick and twisted, they had raped and killed many innocent people.

 

“No, stop.” He began to walk around me in circles.

 

“It’s okay to admit it, Sebastian. We all have those moments, I’ve even had them. We all do. You don’t need to be ashamed of it, I promise,” he whispered.

 

“Please, stop this.”

 

“Shhh, it’s okay. Everything will be okay, trust me.” My head felt dizzy, I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t even speak anymore. And then, what I felt next was some of the worse pain I have ever felt. It reminded me of when I died. The large sharp pain shooting through me. I fell to the ground from the pain. I looked up and saw Daniel standing next to me and holding my wings, then he vanished.
The next thing I knew, I was in God’s arms once again with him saying, “It’s going to be alright, Sebastian. Everything is going to be fine, son.

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