Hell to Heaven - Fallen

The Fallen angel grinned, savouring the pain of her former friend, whom so eagerly opened her heart. The dark one laughed, feeling the agony of her angelic sister, whom so easily trusted her will. Plunging the sword deeper into her soul, she twisted its blazing steel. Forcing the weapon harder into her body, she brandished its burning form…

And then she realised, it was her.

The weapon. Dropped upon the earth. The battlefield. Frozen in time eternal. The angel. Keeling in suffering ineffable. The dark one. Stunned by her sister’s presence…

And the angel embraced her.

Crying, sobbing, into her beloved’s chest. Tears, outpouring, into her sister’s breast. Sorrow, unlimited, within the angel’s heart. Hope, infinite, still within her soul…

And the dark one smiled.

“Gloria… Is it you…”

The angel cried.

“Yes… It’s me…”

“Why did I hurt you…”

“You didn’t know better…”

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s ok…”

“What have I done…”

The dark one looked down.

“Will God forgive me…”

Silence.

The angel looked at her sister’s dying light, and knew she did not believe in forgiveness. The dark one wept in tears of shame, thinking that she could not change. Darkness and light touched each other, and felt each others’ pain. Heaven and hell met together, and sensed one another’s heartache…

And the enemy knew how to twist this.

The darkness whispered to the Fallen angel, that she did not want to change. The shadows lied to the dark one, that the light could not feel her pain. That condemnation is a curse upon those who sin, and forgiveness is far away. That judgement is there for those who fear, and hope is distant awry…

And that her sister would not understand her, for she had fallen too far.

The dark one refused the blasphemies of evil, feeling the angel’s love - resisting the lies of the devil, reaching for heaven’s grace. She denied the voices of temptation, sensing her sister’s presence - defying the enemy’s control, searching for faith divine. Within her heart her deepest fear, tugged at her very soul - the fear of falling even further, as she was too far astray. Still within her soul her darkest secrets, tore at her very spirit - the secrets of what she had done, in the cloak of darkness’ reign…

And she was afraid.

Afraid of confessing to her sister of light, the deeds of her darkened heart. Afraid of revealing to the heavens high, the crimes of her Fallen soul. Afraid of the cursed presence, that threatened to engulf her whole. Afraid of their vile ambition, that encroached with mortality untold…

And she was afraid that the light would not save her, from the power of darkness manifold.

The Fallen angel held her sister’s hand, extended in mercy fine. The dark one clasped her beloved’s arm, unfurled in hope sublime. Though she feared the radiance of the light, she yearned for the will divine. Though she revered the sorcery of night, she longed for beauty thine…

And the light invited her to see.

She saw a choice. Of heaven or hell. Of forgiveness or judgement. She knew a decision. Of light or darkness. Of reunion or condemnation. In a moment. Of good or evil. Of faith or fear. In a second. Of truth or blasphemy. Of reality or illusion…

Then the darkness enticed her to remember.

She remembered her expulsion from heaven, to be exiled to the earth. She reimagined her banishment from the light, to be sentenced to the shadows’ girth. She reminisced her sister’s faithful heart, yet her sinful Fallen soul. She recalled her beloved’s devoted spirit, yet her rebellious forsaken hell…

And she believed, that God would not forgive her, of the transgressions that constituted her self.

As the angel waited for her sister to turn, the enemy commanded the dark one to return…

And she let go.