『 ꜱ ᴏ ʟ ᴏ 』

ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴄ ʜ ᴀ ɴ ɢ ᴇ ʟ ᴏ ꜰ ᴍ ᴇ ʀ ɪ ᴅ ɪ ᴀ ɴ

ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ~♛

“I’m coming for you.”

A fallen angel is said that he had lost his halo for breaking the sacredness of his divinity and with wilted wings he immerses within the arms of --

--darkness incarnated through a surrealistic canvas of a shadow city where demons live. Demons that uproot his wings envious of their beauty even if they are half damaged from the downfall from Eden, turning him to one of them gradually, offering him the elixir of corruption --

--through poisonous sips of sin’s wine. And that is the transformation of an angel to a demon as bible narrates it through the spectrum of eons. However what is the other side of the story when a demon is corrupted by his sentimental angel for been manipulated as pawn upon a --

--board of immortality’s games, separated for such long time from his body, spirit wandering through the prism of weaknesses in beliefs all this time that he was the one that was a fragile deified substance? What it means when a demon awakens feeling hatred as his scepter, --

--sitting on a throne of anger with his crown revenge? A kind of question that can reflect thousands answers flirting with it, besieging and claiming it as their own, yet only one is the appropriate to be given, one that is already transparent to be seen in the complicated --

--nexus of overthinking. A demon that is fallen angel belongs to the fabric of matter. A demon that was born as archangel is the reversed version of this celestial substance. Which this makes the second entity that belongs to the antimatter veil; an uncorrupted demonic entity --

--guided always by his own desires, mind and aspirations. And the Archangel that belongs to that specific side of existence, that has a devil’s form with white, majestic wings of divine, is called an Alpha Angel. So and I.

I finally could be able to recognize myself through --

--my true form after 34 years chained in the edge of this Unknown Land, always silent beneath the gentle touch of loneliness. For so long I was living in the veil of a fragile lie that I was what they were presenting me to be, throwing me each time to the abyssal philosophies --

--of assumptions to find out by myself my identity trying to mislead me from where the truth was hidden. A spiral confusion of unnecessary thoughts, replicas of the same fabricated reality they presented to me as factor of life leading me always to that purgatory of self-doubt --

--and disrespect. So… who am I? The question now can finally find the right answer and never submit to the benefit of doubt again. I am not the next Holy Ruler, Underworld’s heir, I am not a general of Heavens, I am not an oiran neither just an enchanter, I am an Alpha Angel --

--the mirrored reflection of an Archangel and through this wasteland of silver sand grains and silence, of wilted trees and bloomed crimson flowers, I will built my empire.

Contemplations of an awakened spiritually Lord, that were synchronized with each step made upon --

--the rocky ground, dragging with each seductive move of my body, within an armor made of the unused ink of the poet within me, that he never managed to reveal the unsaid sentimental words, through the materialized bliss of poetry, the dark voile veils were caressing the --

--thistly flowers that despite the adversity they had learned to flourish and be the most beautiful of all. Wind’s breath through this dimension resonated empty and cold while it was caressing my exposed skin as I gently bent to cut one of these wildflowers in my gloved hand --

--admiring its beautiful sensual petals. I paused my steps at the edge of the cliff inhaling the definition of freedom in a single moment of eternity as a smirk dominating gradually my lips. It was time to claim what should be mine. Upon the debris left from my conquests and --

--plunders I will built my Empire. And it won’t be a cheap reflection of Underworld neither a replica of Heavens. It will be an original creation that existence has never seen before. Genesis should be aware that to play with the one she called artwork in such way might turn to -

--be lethal for her gallery of life art, as what if her artwork one day awakens from the control and takes the lead decided to be in charge of his life instead grabbing the paintbrushes to paint a much better artistry than the artist herself? It is then that these inspired --

--incarnations of designs will be the definition of masterpieces. It is then that the bible will be rewritten with ink of my own quill. It is then that I will achieve the wonder of the impossible. A transcendence of materialism to spiritual realism. --

--Art is the metaphor of power.

Beneath the last words resonating in the catacombs of my abyssal mind, I had my fingers tightly close in a sudden aggressive way having the silver claws of the dark glove captivate mercilessly the fragile flower within their grip and shatter it --

--to thousands pieces of petals. Trembling while I was keeping pushing my fist tighter and tighter against the poor flower feeling the flame of revenge rekindled upon the ashes of that fire once was named as hope. My expression had changed from the serene one to a darkened --

--once I was overshadowed with the hunger for repaying the debt of all these years. And my first move would be to prove to everyone that I was as they wanted me to be. The rightful Emperor of Meridian yet through my own version. --

--It was time to write the chapters in my way now.

I unfolded my majestic white, pure archangel’s wings. A demonic creature mirroring the devil’s substance with the blessing of the most beautiful angelic wings first time was represented in the sepia pages of life’s book. What -

--was more for me to know? I had the feeling that this story about my existence had more details veiled with the perfection of secrecy; still something that I was determined to force come out of the lips of those that knew very well which is which in this kind of --

--comical tragedy. I fluttered my wings and let my body be dragged through seductive writhing against the drift of the wind. My long hair locks were waving beneath the flow of the elemental breath as I was following the path of my intuition towards the symbol of infinity upon --

--the veil of the pale sky. It seemed I was trapped in a nightmare that at the moment seemed as if it was the most pleasant dream. Maybe my imperious expression was ready to break in the thought that I maybe had some feelings still for my family and for those that were by my --

--side but there was this sense of disbelief overshadowing my clarity to prove if all these were true or just they were actors on the stage of the play, ‘Morgan Nevan’. Because everyone knows a good pretender is the greatest deceiver of wisdom.

I crossed again the symbol of --

--infinity causing more damage to its flawless golden surface, as I reached back to the city of the Lost Angels. I stared for a moment above while I moved towards the dark clouds that kept mourning my sentiments in each rain drop falling against the ground, watering the --

--flowers turning them to wilted blossoms of thorned beauty, and immersing in them, I focused on my internal energetic field that I externalized before my chest, among my hands, causing a magnetic field that was adulterating the phenomenon of thunders. Each thunder --

--poisoned by my power was causing reaction of changing the nature of the rain with result each rain drop fallen upon everything to transform its substance to the way I wanted it be. That made the promised land of the Lost Angels to Pandemonium of angelic demons, as each --

--angel touched by the water produced by my spell, was turning to a demon with angelic wings, pawn of my territory. Soon I would have an army of them to manage and successfully attack against the two imperious territories of Underworld and Heaven and take my revenge. No, I --

--didn’t have expansive desires, all I wanted was to revenge those that dared to invade in my fate and change its drift, sprinkling the land with the curse of an Alpha Angel. I lowered escaping the massive area of the heavy sky against the wet ground, fluttering my wings --

--gradually, successfully landing upon the brick path of the narrow alley.

The lanterns around the city had started to lose their beautiful warm hue and were transformed to cold flames, illuminating the penumbra. I frowned as I started making steps towards the palace that --

--now seemed to be from the Palace of Heavenly representation to the Castle of horrors. My father tried to prevent me from turning to a beast yet what he managed was to directly lead me towards that path, because he ignored that a beast is not the creature that looks like it, --

--it is the creature that is left with nothing but hunger for revenge, betrayed and mentally hurt.

The symphony of the nature’s whispers through the rain was adulterated by the delightful noises of my armor while I was walking. Then in the loneliness of that boulevard --

--leading to the main garden of the palace, I felt I was followed by someone, there where everyone was hidden within their houses trying to be protected from my darkness. I paused as I had my deep abyssal eyes stare at the distance for a moment, raising my head briefly up. --

--I lowered my eyelids parting my lips gently “Who are you? What do you want?” A hooded someone appeared standing behind me, as I heard that familiar voice resonating, a voice that gave me goosebumps making me shiver instinctively “Sha Morgan Nevan…. You finally found --

--yourself to be where you should be but you failed to end where is your destination. Opening a chapter of revenge will misguide you to a further path from the destination you must end, in order to unlock the rest path beneath this current situation. This will cause delay to --

--delay and it will soon turn to be a never-ending trial for you; a hatred making you change forms from angel to devil and finally exhaust you spiritually and physically. Your powers I sense they are for you such an unknown universe to explore now that you finally can feel --

--powerful enough to control what controlled you like puppet, however use them wisely without immersing through the temptation of arrogance and greed like the most demons did. It will lead to a drift of destiny into the final purgatory of eternity. You don’t deserve that.”

--

-- I inhaled deeply keeping my eyelids low as I felt my lips numb to allow any words emanate from them through my voice’s hue “I… I don’t understand what you are talking about… stranger…” I just managed to say avoiding the well placed eloquent speech while the stranger --

--behind me smiled “Morgan, you are not very convincing in admitting that I have not right. “ I sighed as I made a turn towards the stranger; my abyssal gaze met the substance that was behind me having an exhausted sight of tranquility at the moment “What is the point? --

--They were hiding from me for so long the demon I was. My dream is immersed like Titanic. There is nothing left but remnants of…” The stranger interrupted me “Think upon a wider spectrum Morgan. Stars once they explode they leave behind them remnants of matter. They lose --

--their beauty of their light, yet this doesn’t mean that the veil of what they leave behind is horrible, instead the nebulae are the most wonderful transformation they can enter in, more beautiful and more powerful than even when they were vulnerable stars. Cosmic laws apply --

--as reflection to life everywhere.”

I contemplated for a moment as my eyelids widened in the realization of the sophisticated depth “Think that….” The stranger continued “If things wouldn’t have unfolded like this then you wouldn’t be damaged only mentally but and --

--physically.” I was petrified as an expression of shock was veiling my beautiful features “You… you are right… I…. my body I mean… it is untouched by every kind of sin as for 34 years I was chained there…. Everything was just a platonic influence… that was so vivid --

--that resonated as real.” The stranger nodded “Exactly. Now though that you already have your body back and your soul is one with your flesh you must act wisely and not waste yourself like a corrupted devil to each licentiousness. Now you can see why you are a demon with the --

--wings of an archangel. You are pure Morgan. Pure, unkissed, untouched. Like indeed a celestial entity. It is now that you will choose your path and this will define what you want to be.”

I shivered as instinctively I had my hand placed upon my arm “Lord Nevan please --

--follow me… this way….” The stranger said as they opened a portal before me towards an unknown destination. Beneath under other circumstances I wouldn’t be willing to follow, yet something inside me was pushing me to go. What if this creature wanted to wilt the innocence --

--of my substance, what is they wanted to take advantage of me upon every kind of level, what if it was a trap in a moment of sentimental weakness and vulnerability? There was this inner whisper of intuition that like lullaby was resonating guiding me like blindfolded out of --

--my temporary conform zone made from fallen swords against the ground creating a cage that I could exit but I wasn’t willing to. I took another deep breath as dragging my majestic, angelic wings in each step I let my substance immerse in the energetic waves of the portal --

--while a voice resonated “Come chosen one… let us show you what you want to see this time…”

Everything is sometimes just an idea. On how this idea will be materialized depends always in the imagination of the artist.

I opened my eyelids gently while I met the familiar --

--room of the billions threads connected with a main loom at the corner of the place. I was at Destiny’s altar where I had been in past. I knew that this voice resonated familiar yet now it was confirmed that I was speaking with destiny itself once again. I always couldn’t --

--resist but let my eyes wander and explore the beautiful artistry of weaved tapestries of life with such wisdom from this ethereal existence of eons. The hooded creature stood by my side “You can recall this place can’t you chosen one?” Their voice resonated now in a double --

--dimensional layer as I nodded in agreement “Why… why you brought me here? Why you want to show me something when all this time everything was hidden from me?” Destiny smiled “Well Morgan Nevan, you know that you have reached the zenith of the trial and once I can see this --

--thread will be weaved again upon the same way for a similar equation with this time different result, had me to interfere and change the drift. Your story is to make the vision you had at the rift of darkness true.”

Destiny approached me once I was lost observing the beauty -

--of its artwork with threads and gradually raised its delicate hands upon my face “We have never touched anyone or anything before that belongs to the outer world from here, yet your sense feels gentle…” Its thumb was passing upon my cheek in repeated moves “We would now --

--understand why High Mother’s child is indeed an exceptional young man… you even made us, Destiny fall in love with your grace, your wisdom, your mind and your poetic eloquence Morgan Nevan, now all you have to do is to let life fall in love with you and be convinced to allow -

--your stubborn heart take what it wants.”

I lowered my eyelids as that moment I noticed a soft move of Destiny’s hands unveiling itself from the hood. My eyelids widened as I could witness the substance of a wonderful female creature standing before me having dark orbs --

--in its abyssal eyes and extremely long hair locks reflecting the beauty of time in silver layers of hues. She approached as she placed her arms around my shoulders “Morgan Nevan… your first kiss is destined to be stolen by... Destiny…” I shivered as my eyelids fluttered in --

--the open sensual flirt Destiny was offering me that moment, while I could feel my body paralyzed and submitted to the moment’s depth. “If Destiny kisses you, you will have one blessing that few managed to ever gain. If my lips you’ll taste, in another place of your life you --

--will end to be. I am willing to cross the fabric of time and send you directly to the end of this thread’s destination for the dawn of the new path to gradually be revealed but first you have to take a decision of which path you wish to follow.” I nodded my head calmly --

--“I will accept your guidance this time…”

I parted my lips to keep speaking yet I felt destiny’s fingers sealing my lips “Shh… I know what you will say before you even say it Morgan, this is why I will just reveal you that according to your choice of destiny, this form you -

--will have. If you chose the one side, you will remain with this demonic form you were born to be, if you choose the other side you will have the form of your spiritual substance…” I lowered my eyelids leading my gaze upon her fingers as my lips kissed them gently in gradual --

--moves, while my hand was raised and held her hand by her wrist; as if I was intoxicated my lips were taking a taste of those beautiful, talented fingers that since the beginning of time were weaving without a break the threads of life.

“Just solve me the query….” My warm --

--breath was caressing her porcelain skin “Why my hair are silver? I was supposed to be dark haired male yes?” I raised an eyebrow as she chuckled in grace feeling a beautiful sense beneath my soft kisses upon her fingers “It is part of the transformation Morgan. This form is --

--Genesis’s artwork, however if you would wish to give up this from and keep your original one from the DNA of your parents without High Mother’s golden blessing you will have to choose that path… everything depends on your choice. Everything is a choice.”

She playfully --

--chuckled as she lowered her hand and entangled her fingers among mine, among the gloved ones with the silver claws “Come my vulture… this way…. Let me help you see what you need to choose this time… show me what you want me to weave for you…” she dragged me closer to her --

--loom as she led me through a labyrinth of threads; walls beautifully made, a tapestry that represented mostly two threads of different life tapestries composed to one knot ready to collide in a common fate. “Here we are… look carefully… focus, what do you see?” I narrowed --

--my eyelids as that moment as if the tapestries turned to be screen I could openly see the scene unfolding before my sight. It was the Meadow of Tears where the battle of Yin and Yang had taken part a year ago, there that I was lost in the void dragging Lilith with me, there --

--where I had lost Pandora… and now I could see clearly that Pandora was standing there in her form of Skull Pandora, though having her humanized from instead of the monster’s substance, holding a blade of light pointing Auriel at the other side holding her own blade ready --

--to fight. Archangel Michael and Gabriel were standing like neutral entities waiting for the fight to start once the two female warriors would be ready. I frowned as query overshadowed immediately my features and my lips parted finding my voice emanating from within --

--“What… what is happening?”

Destiny beneath a serious expression upon her celestial features found her voice escaping her lips “Auriel was called as you know at heavenly Realm to place her statement for Pandora’s trial once she would be arrested successfully. You should --

--have noticed that she said until sunset she would be back so you could be together again tonight and commit another sensual intercourse without of course your will. However she was late as Michael trapped her without being aware, to settle this appropriately. He asked Auriel --

--to challenge Pandora in a swordsmanship. The trophy is your heart, Morgan Nevan, for eternity. The victor takes everything, the defeated death. Pandora was found by a divine messenger, an owl at the middle of the woods where she was left with Gabriel that delivered her the --

--message Auriel stole, the responsible one for killing your messenger so he would never receive your reply. After they were informed, Skull Pandora accepted the challenge. Now they will both fight to death for your eyes Morgan Nevan. You shall feel or the luckiest man in --

--existence having two powerful Alpha females fighting for you or so unlucky for having to see one of them submitting in the arms of death so soon. But these two can’t possess the same lover; this is something that entangles the threads of the tapestries around your life --