Great Prologue to a great book :D The flames engulfing an eternal prison encompassed a vast area that stretched beyond the horizon. The shoreline of the lake, caked with brimstone and ash, cracked beneath streams of lava as they added yet another layer to its banks. The sky, filled with crimson anger, offered no comfort. The clouds expressed their fury as the angel flew beneath them. This was the hell he had chosen to enter. Eve ry being as far as his eyes could see had been condemned. They had failed in life—but he had not. He had asked to be sent here. He had even begged for the right. He was willing to sacrifice everything for the privilege of enduring the sounds of gnashing teeth, cries of regret, moans of anguish and wails of despair. Beneath the angel’s feet, the lake boiled as rancid waves rolled toward the shore—waves that had been created by the tears of the damned—those who had chosen the wrong path. As he hovered above its surface, the smell of tormented flesh punished his nostrils, and the arms of the doomed were extended in hope. They desperately wanted to be pulled free of their misery, and they pleaded to be spared. But the pain of these dejected souls was not the reason he had come. He was here for only one—one who did not deserve an existence so vile. Lightning arced across the blood-red sky and struck the top of the angel’s wings. The pain consumed his countenance as he turned to address his brethren who were rapidly approaching. “He’s angry with us, brothers!” he shouted, ensuring he could be heard over the sounds of the suffering. “Once we enter, we join the condemned!” He pointed down at the faces of the damned as both of his brothers hovered beside him. “To find the door, we must first share in their suffering!” The second angel cringed at the thought. “I’m with you, brother! But are you sure you want to do this? Are you sure the door will be there?” Irritated, the third angel responded, “Of course, he is! That much was promised to us!” The lead angel reached out and placed a hand on each of his brothers’ shoulders. Their golden armor reflected the ominous glow of the liquid bastille beneath them as they rose to a height that allowed for more intimate conversation. They spoke amidst the thunder and lightning. “If you’re going to change your minds, you must do it now. But if you stay, your sacrifice won’t be forgotten.” The second angel frowned. “You waste your breath.” He waited for a clap of thunder to subside and then continued. “I’ve never turned my back on you, and I won’t start now.” “Nor have I!” the third angel concurred. The brothers embraced, and then the third angel questioned, “I don’t understand your mind! Do you really believe she’s worth the torment we’re about to endure? You know she betrayed you!” The lead angel’s eyes squinted as a bolt of lightning passed between them. He spoke once the rumbling stopped. “You know it wasn’t her fault!” The second angel shook his head. “I don’t believe that! She made her choice, and that choice wasn’t you!” “What would you have me do?” the lead angel rebutted. “My heart won’t allow me to abandon her!” The third angel crossed his arms and grasped his bracers. “If I’m to suffer, I won’t save only her! We’ll need subjects to rule since we’ll no longer be restricted by his laws.” “Agreed,” the second angel asserted. “We should save them all. They’ll serve us eagerly because they were spared.” The lead angel nodded, “Very well then. It appears the moment has come.” He spread his scorched wings to their fullest extent, and with a mighty thrust, he ascended higher into the fractured sky. “Follow me, brothers!” When the trio was high enough to see the vastness of the misery that stretched even beyond the lake, they shared only a glance before they folded their wings and descended. They punched through the clouds as they rocketed toward the impetuous sea and impaled its surface. Tidal waves, hundreds of feet tall and filled with the cries of the flailing, erupted in every direction as the angels plummeted into the bowels of the inferno. Instantly, they were engulfed by translucent forms and figures of every shape and size. Some were apparitions of what they once were, while others were clearly visible down to the hair, fur, scars and blemishes that covered their bodies during their mortal lives. As the angels swam deeper into the abyss, souls scattered in every direction. It was as if they were afraid of experiencing greater pain because of their intrusion. But no matter how many beings fled, a far greater number gave chase. They fought, scratched, tugged and pulled at one another for the right to touch them. For the damned, the touch of an angel was a reminder—a fleeting sensation and a taste of everything good they had lost. The brothers pushed through the massing souls, hurling the opposition aside as they continued their grisly dive. With no end in sight, a new presence emerged, one that absorbed light and had no discernible shape. Trapped at the center of this mass, the object of the lead angel’s affection lay dormant, having succumbed to her fate. The pain that consumed the woman’s being was evident as the angels approached. She looked up. Her eyes fell upon the love she had rejected, and a resurgence of hope appeared on her face. “You’ve come for me! Is it really you?
Posted on: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 03:35:35 +0000
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