Hurling headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and perdition, His eyes opened as the brief prayer on his lips began to fade away into gibberish, and a familiar cloud began to steal over his senses.
He had been falling for nine times the space that measures day and night to mortal men, though he understood it not. It was just as well as eternity.
Another fragment of theWorld, another lifetime, and the same, uncomprehensible task. He tried to clear the mist enveloping his mind, but found it too heavy. Somwhere in the recesses, he was aware of a severed divine thread- The one thread of light that ran across all of Lord's angels. The thread, that in heaven, still illumined Vivacious.
And so, defeated, haggard and a weary mortal, he found himself, this time, in the heartland of a torn country. Not quite unlike the previous times, for every time it had to be a scene of torment.
But as he looked across the strifed land, he knew it was another age. An age of awakening, and an age of terrible despair. People massacaring each other to claim God's land.
"Fools!" Said the dying Arab. "do they not know where god resides?" "Do their scriptures teach nothing?"
"Fools!" Said the Fallen angel. "Were they not told of the Eternal Throne?" and turned to look at the dying man.
"Perhaps it will take another age to tell them so." And the glimmer in his eyes turned vacant.
"Tell them so"
Had those eyes still been alive, they would have seen a miraculous sight. A light spreading through the soiled man, spreading, as it seemed, from the center of his being, and drawing,invisibly, from a hallowed source.
And a prayer, though now in a different vein, was renewed on his lips:
"....that I may assert eternal providence,/ And justify the ways of God to men."
2 comments:
unbelievable :) I never had an ending. Who are you? :)
Yes. :)
yes I did. But this is the sequel. I hope you read the first part too.
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