Anonymous Vagabond

There was just one night I made a frank decision that changed the course of history. I had promised the angels and disciples of my alliance with the heavens to avoid my imminent death, but as I lay in bed one night, looking out at the demons in the shadows of the woods. I wondered: would they leave me alone if I went there?.

The glowing red and yellow eyes were met with a bright smile of sharp teeth that spread across their faces. They seemed to read my thoughts. I just wanted to be left alone, to sleep, to not be bombarded by voices day and night. These creatures that insist I am horrible, that the only way to survive is to continue being so.

My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest as I’m contemplating this decision. Erratic and out of control the electrical force from the beating makes the rest of my body feel paralyzed. bu-bump-bu-bump-pft. There’s a suffocating feeling of weight on my chest making every inhale feel pointless, exhausting. My biceps ache and the feeling spreads down slowly to my forearms, creeping ever so slowly to my palms. The palms of my hands which are now sweating drenched in my own adrenaline. The voices speak about me, uttering to me my own fallacies and weaknesses.

“Enough already!” I cry out. “You win!”

I throw off my comforter in a rage, grabbing a pair of sweats laying on the floor. I throw on the bottoms and shake my hands after trying to fight off the nerves. I then make my way to the door, with shallow breaths and much hesitation.

The halls of my home felt safe and were the few places the voices could not attack me. Mostly because of the many crosses lining the halls symbolizing my mothers faith, ironic. I stop to look at a picture on the wall, it was at my first time at church, in a white church dress and a little bonnet with ribbons. While I couldn’t personally remember it I knew it was the one and only time my mother had taken me. I remember the story well, during the middle of the sermon one of the candles caught on the priests robe and he lit up like a fireplace. My mother rushed me out and I never returned.

I continue making my way down the hall listening to the creaking of the floor boards, something inside telling me I wouldn’t be back for a while. I enter my mothers office and go straight to the book shelf pulling out a bible. It stings as it touches my skin but no detrimental effects since I’m half human. I open it and begin to read revelations.

As I read it I feel my body turning hot. I can feel stinging across my skin . My soul feels like it’s being ripped and the voices of demons become louder and louder to the point I cry. For a brief moment I stop reading as my hand becomes ice cold and I look down. There are flames stretching up across my arms and I scream “Oh god!” I drop the book I back up screaming and crying and I can here my mother racing down the hall.

“Whats wrong?! Whats wrong?!” she’s screaming as she barges into the room. “Oh my god Oh my god!” she screams. I can hear her praying under her breath and I call out

“Stop it! I’m fine, I’m going home!” I knew it was just the process and I wasn’t scared anymore. As the rest of my body ignites into flames. I feel my soul being tugged out and I’m gone.

I collapse onto the ground, surprisingly soft and covered in a soft fine powdered substance. The first thing I noticed were that the voices didn’t stop. In fact there were more. I could hear whispers and laughter of glee circling around my mind.

“Welcome home little Luci!!”

“The foreseen has arrived!”

“Foreseen? Half human spawn! She’s too weak.”

“Doubter! Doubter! The Lord has told you she’d arrive!”

“She’ll be dead send another! The Lord has other children!”

“None that know how human minds work!”

“She is the downfall to man….”

I heard a loud roar come from the skies and quickly the voices stop. Quiet, finally. I open my eyes and realize I am at the foot of a mountain, and on top is a palace. Not remotely what I imagined. We hear about the darkness of hell, black palace, lava, fire and ash, skies covered in smoke. But it wasn’t. The sky was a vast array of colors, magenta, blue, orange, purple with black clouds accenting and making them pop. The palace itself was silver but not a boring metallic silver, more like a Christmas silver that sparkles in the sky. The stairs to my right leading up spiraled up beautifully and the banisters were wrapped with black ivy. sparkling leaves and vines wrapping their way up to the entrance.

The towers of the palace all ended in pointed rooftops just out of a Disney fairy tale, and accenting them was that ivy from the steps.

The mountain itself was black making the palace pop all the more and when I look down I realize beneath me is black sand just like the beaches of Iceland only finer.

I stand up brushing the sand off my sweatpants and shirt. In heaven I had been greeted upon entry but here there was no one so I begin to walk up the steps alone. After a few steps up I look behind to realize as I walk further up the steps are slowly disappearing behind me. I begin running up them scared they’ll disappear entirely and I’ll fall to the ground. My heart racing, trying to escape my ribcage. As I reach closer to the top I feel my foot slip and I begin to slide down closer and closer to the drop where the staircase is beginning to end. I can feel an eye roll from someone else on the inside of my head. I hand quickly catches my shirt and then another reaches out for my arm pulling me up to the ledge where the elevation stops.

“You’re clumsier than I imagined. Must be a human trait.” a mans voice echos.

I turn around and there stands one of the most beautiful people I have ever laid eyes on. More beautiful than the angels in heaven themselves. He stands there hands in his fitted suits pockets and an eyebrow raised in evaluation. His short black wavy hair pushed back and styled in such a pristine way you’d think he was about to make an appearance in court. And his eyes, brown with a fierce gaze that cuts straight through my soul and sends shivers through me. Its as if every aspect of myself is being read, my thoughts, desires, aspirations. As I stare at him it dawns on me. The most beautiful angel of them all. Gods favorite has fallen.