Chapter 313: The Past Of The Weeping Angel
Chapter 313: The Past Of The Weeping Angel
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Aruliel found herself within her mindscape, fighting against an endless darkness trying to consume her.
Her little body was like a small speck of light within the darkness, which had the shape of an aberrant and amorphous being that was constantly growing larger and larger around her.
Countless of crimson-red eyes of enormous sizes were glaring down at her, as a constant downpour of miasma-like energy was constantly trying to devour her away…
She was being constantly attacked; she couldn’t even fight back at all at first. She was slowly dimming in light and strength, her speck of light, the last bit of her own mind and sanity, the last bit of her personality and nature, all of it was slowly fading away, being slowly consumed…
What was there left for her other than despair and suffering? To agonize and die, ultimately being devoured, and consumed, to stop being herself…
She tried to fight back; her wings were slowly reducing in size… until practically nothing might remain at the end…
Her thoughts were wandering her past, remembering what she had done until reaching this point. She recalled how she was raised in Heaven, and even before that, how she came to be…
She remembered those memories that she thought she had forgotten in the direst of situations.
Within this darkness, she recalled them.
In a land of pure light, where countless floating islands and clouds adorned the entire place, an enormous and endless light of eternity and divine grace greeted her sight.
This was the moment she first gained consciousness, finding herself born as a little baby, a little baby angel, a Cherubin.
Her beautiful golden eyes looked upwards curiously at this endlessly beautiful and all-encompassing light, this light of eternity…
Divinity covered her entire being, as the warmth embrace of this being that had created her, that had brought her here for a purpose, encompassed her and made her feel happy, and whole.
“My children… Welcome to the world. You’re all cherubins, I’ve created you with the purpose of helping the mortals of this universe, and to defend it from evil…”
The voice of a fatherly man spoke to Aruliel when she was just born, her little head looked upwards into this divine, sacred light, the one and only, God.
“Dada!”
The little Aruliel recalled those times, as she extended her little hands towards her holy father… he tiny and little hands, too weak to grasp anything yet, but that contained such an incredible potential as pure born angel…
However, another angel emerged, covering his face with a white mask, it quickly took her from her cradle, taking her away from her father.
Her father ignored her cries, as he moved away from the place.
“Dada… Dada! Dadaaaa! Sniff… Buaaaaahhh! Dadaaaaa!”
Aruliel cried a lot after she saw her father, the one she thought would raise her until she matured, fly away after his initial introduction. She was left alone, looking at the entity of light disappear from her sight.
The angel carrying her found her rather annoying, struggling and crying to get out of his arms, Aruliel ended falling over the floor by accident due to this, and hitting herself strongly in the head…
Blackness engulfed her mind in that day after she fell, she was the only cherubin that had cried so much in her first day of being born.
After hitting herself in the head, the Angels grew alarmed, quickly rushing to carry her to a place to heal her, many of them gathered around her and sang choirs, which were part of their Heaven Magic.
Overnight, Aruliel’s pained head quickly healed itself, and she woke up the next morning, sleepy, and dizzy.
That day she had hit herself strongly in the head, and that wound ended crippling her growth more than the rest that had born at the same time as her.
Since the day her father left her that she always wanted to be with him, she sought God everywhere, but God wouldn’t come nor listen to her.
The Angels told her that God was busy, that God was a being that didn’t simply belonged to her, he was a father of all creation, of eternity, he had many children, in fact. He overlooked over everyone equally, and loved everyone equally, but this wasn’t the time to selfishly ask him to come see you.
At a young age, she couldn’t understand the truth, and cried, weeping a lot. Over time, she grew up but continued with her crying tendencies, being always overly sensitive, unlike the expressionless angels. This made her someone hideous to them, an angel shouldn’t be so filled with emotions that should only belong to humans.
Her cries were seen as a selfish desire for wanting the holy lord only for herself, and only made her be discriminated by her fellow angels. She grew alone, and rather desolate.
Crying from day to night, she was nicknamed “Aruliel, the Weeping Angel”.
At some point, she maturated enough and comprehended things better, she realized the mistakes of her childish behaviors, and had tried to amend herself with her siblings, but it was too late, many already saw her as a nuisance, some even despised her for being too human-like.
She tried many times to get closer with fellow angels, be it males, females, or even the genderless ones that resembled rings of flames, although these were often high-ranked angels, who only saw her as a “poor little thing” and said nothing else than that.
She was already seen as a “failed” angel, it wasn’t because her creation was imperfect, but she brought to herself her own imperfection when she provoked her fall over the floor, hitting herself in the head and crippling her own mind and powers.
She ended maturing late because she had crippled her mind and she had become childish…
It was until very late that she matured some more, but it was too late, as it was stated earlier, and she couldn’t be capable of making new friends now… she was left hopeless… and alone.
Hopeless and alone… that’s all what defined her.
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