Rise, Fallen Angel
By Kayla
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It is very important to understand the meaning behind the names I have chosen. To understand the subtlety of the story, you must figure out what these names mean, which is rather easy, just do a bit of snooping. This story has a lot of subtle meanings and understandings, and many symbols. Without the knowledge on these things, the story will seem boring so it is crucial for you to understand them. If you really have a hard time understanding, email me.
Chapter 1: Fallen
The car breezed past me as I sat there thinking, praying, that I may once more return. But no, I was shunned by Him. For what? For not accepting to be the slave of one of the others? I always believed He would see me through, protect me, but I guess he has other priorities; priorities that don't include me anymore.
Water splashed on me as another car blew past me. Great! Just what I need, drenched before my job interview. I muttered some old blessings that I remember. Well, at least He didn't take away my memory. But sometimes I think it's more of a curse than a blessing.
I miss them so much. My friends, my family, they were everything to me. I would have done anything for them, and they, anything for me, or so I thought. But they were too scared to defend me when He decided that it was time for me to choose whether I wanted to be the slave to one of them, or be banished.
I value my dignity over all else. I would rather die than give up something so dear to me, even if it meant never being able to fly again. I feel my shoulders and miss the feeling of soft feathers that once adorned them. I look at my skin and thank Him for not taking away my looks either. I guess He tried to be fair till the end.
My watch beeped and I realized it was time to head in. I ducked into the building and approached the receptionist's desk.
"Hello sir, how may I help you?" The lady looked at me with calculating eyes, roaming freely over my meager appearance and resting back on my eyes, the one thing I valued highly, right after my wings.
"I'm here for a job interview." I tried in vain but I couldn't seem to keep the nervousness out of my voice.
"Oh, you must be Achos. May I see some identity please?" Achos, that was the name I took up when I fell. I guess it fits me well. I don't think I can even remember my old name, it seems so distant. I pull out my wallet, which is practically empty, and fish out my ID. "Thank you sir; please walk to your right and enter the door to your right. Mr. Alexius is in there with some other contenders." I nodded my head in assent as I took back my driver's license and proceeded to enter the room to which she had directed me.
The moment I entered, all eyes flew to me, and I could feel the mirth in the others. They were silently laughing to themselves, how I could even think I was good enough to model. I kept my face down and just stood there.
"Well, come on in. I'm assuming you're Achos?" The warm tone of Mr. Alexius greeted me and I gently lifted my chin up to meet his piercing gaze. He had very beautiful hazel eyes and he took a step back. Of course, my eyes must have shocked him.
"Yes, Mr. Alexius, I'm here for the, uh, job interview." That elicited some snickers from the others and once more my eyes shot to the floor. Guess I screwed this up too. Maybe I should have become a sex slave. What's done is done, I guess. No use trying to hope for something that will never be.
"That's enough guys. Now that everyone is here, we can get started. Alright, I want everyone to line up on the east wall." Feet scrambled across to get to the wall whereas my feet took their time to get there. I stood apart from all the rest, with about a body space from me and the person next to me.
Mr. Alexius went by each one of us, glancing at our faces and then the rest of our bodies. He asked questions to some of the guys to which they answered nonchalantly. He stopped in front of me and gazed at me.
"Are those contacts Achos?" I could feel the others trying to get a glimpse at my eyes but I kept them down.
"No sir, they're their natural color." I gazed up at him and instead of finding the usual animosity, I saw understanding and compassion.
"Okay. Now, all of you, I want you to turn around and we'll repeat the process." Once more Mr. Alexius walked by us, critiquing our bodies and making notes on the sketch board he carried.
The noise of the pencil as it streaked across the paper sent shivers up through me as I once more felt his warmth next to me. He gently touched my shoulders. I let out a small gasp. The wounds were still raw and were only starting to heal, thought to the human eye, it would seem like nothing had happened.
"Alright guys, take off your shirts and place them on the hook you'll find above you." The noises of people taking their shirts off drafted into my ears as I slowly peeled off my shirt to hang it up above me. My shoulders groaned in protest as I stretched to reach the hook. I suddenly felt the disadvantage of being short. Normally, I would have used my wings to flap up there, but now, things were different.
I felt a hand on mine and I looked to my right to find a face topped with light, brown hair, and embellished with full, red lips, a straight nose, firm jaw, and beautiful blue eyes. He gave me a small smile, took my shirt from my hand, and hung it up. He returned his gaze to mine and smiled.
"You have beautiful eyes." I blushed at his comment and he returned to face Mr. Alexius.
"Now we're looking for fit, good-looking guys. As you can see, all of you here fit that requirement. It is also important to realize that each of you fits that statement with different levels. Some of you are in better shape than others; some of you are more beautiful. We need our models to always be at their finest and ready whenever we call. Also, we want them to be knowledgeable and hard-working; we have no room for lazy models. In addition, we don't tolerate bigotry, racism, sexism, or animosity toward homosexuals. If that's a problem, please leave now. The photographer you're working with is a lesbian and happily married to a beautiful lady." Mr. Alexius gave us a break to digest it all in as people shot looks toward each other.
"Will we get to see them make out or have sex?" A chorus of laughter greeted the statement made by a young man, barely over twenty.
"That's another thing. I will not stand for slurs or comments like that. If you will not have respect for other people, then leave right now." Mr. Alexius shot the kid a severe look to which the kid shied away. "Continuing, I would like to introduce you to Mrs. Ophelia." An elderly lady clad in a simple green gown that contrasted her white hair walked in. She gave all of us a warm smile before she returned her gaze to Mr. Alexius.
"We'll begin the photo shoot to see how photogenic you are and how well you work in the shooting environment." All of the others gathered their shirts while I jumped to reach mine and eventually got it. I found myself alone again as the general crowd had already started their trip to the adjoining room. I slowly made my way over to the room where people were already gathered and listening to Mr. Alexius.
"We're going to begin with single shots and then follow up with group shots. It's your choice whether you want to leave your shirt on or not." Everyone discarded their shirts to the floor while I held mine. I was wavering on choosing what to do when I heard it.
The melody of the wind instantly clicked to my ears as I heard the familiar flowing voice. I shot a look to Mr. Alexius but he was too busy helping someone get ready when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Mrs. Ophelia looked down at me and gave me a smile.
"Is there something wrong, young one?" I felt odd as she called me young when I probably out aged her by eons.
"Yes, actually I need to go use the bathroom. Would it be okay?" I hope she didn't recognize the quaver of my voice as the whispering of the wind got louder and cleared.
"Of course honey, run along now." She gave me a small push and I dashed out of the room to the outside hall where I asked a person standing nearby where the restrooms where. He pointed me to the room and I was gone before he could finish his sentence.
I dashed into one of the stalls and locked it. I could now hear the distinct and beautiful tone of the wind.
"Amon," I whispered to the wind.
Right before my eyes, the wind started to twirl and turn as it started to take form. In a flash of blinding green light, there stood before me one of the Archangels.
"Atalantos, it has been so long. How are you? I'm so sorry I couldn't find you sooner. I have been searching for the past year but to no avail." I silenced her with a finger to her lips and I could feel them quiver in my touch. Her eyes became moist as small tears formed and ran down her cheeks.
My cheeks too were flushed as she embraced me, her wings encircling me. The feeling of the feathers brought back so many memories, and I felt the pain in my heart leap to unimaginable heights.
"How are my parents?" I asked her as my voice started to fail me.
"They are well, as one could be when they lose the thing that mattered to them most. We're so sorry Atalantos. We would have helped you but we were in too much shock and now He won't even listen to our pleas."
"Do not worry for me Amon, I'll be fine. I have dealt with harsher things than Earth. Just make sure you are always safe. There is no need to get in trouble for my sake."
"Don't give up hope so quickly, my dear. We are working to find a way to get you back, but somehow it's slow going."
"He won't let me back there Amon. He never has before, He never will now."
"There's always room for miracles Atalantos. Remember that, and look for us, we're watching you. You will be with us again, that I promise you. You never received your true awakening; your true powers are still inside of you. No matter what, He cannot take that away from you. He gave you the kiss, and the kiss is irrevocable. Take this pendant; it will guard you from Lucifer and his minions."
"Lucifer isn't my worry Amon. He knows better than to mess with me."
"Don't be so sure my friend. Fallen ones aren't nearly as strong as they once were."
"That may be, but Lucifer knows I have you all looking after me. He wouldn't dare make a move, not just yet at least."
"I hope you're right, for your sake. Bios has been going crazy over you." I gave a small, sad chuckle and Amon smiled at me.
"You should go now Amon. Be safe." She smiled at me, gave me a small kiss on the cheek, and was gone in another flash of green light. I made my way back to the room slowly, with an upbeat walk. When I entered the room, the last solo shots were taking place and I quickly got in line. I decided to leave my shirt on, but unbuttoned.
The line moved down slowly and before I realized it, Mr. Alexius was beckoning me. I moved to him shyly and he asked me to just pose in whatever way I thought was good. I looked up to Mrs. Ophelia who gave me a gentle nod. Thanks to Amon's presence that was with me now, I felt happier than I remember ever being in my experience on Earth.
I gave the camera a brilliant smile as I gave my blond-white hair a twirl and gave it a seductive look. My shirt lay open, revealing my toned chest with the six-pack and pecs, over my pants that lay loose on my lower body. One hand rested on my lap as I brought the other to my chest and continued to give more poses as I lost myself to the camera.
I was pulled out of my trance when Mr. Alexius gave me a clap on the shoulder and smiled warmly down at me. I smiled back at him and buttoned up my shirt. He turned to the rest of the guys and told them to form groups of four. Everyone scrambled and found their friends. I stood by myself only to realize that there were twenty five of us, leaving me single.
"Line up guys, and do some group shots with Mrs. Ophelia. Achos, come with me." We walked away as the others got in line and stared at me. I averted my eyes hoping to stay in high spirits, something I gravely needed. Mr. Alexius and I stepped into an office cluttered with papers.
A frame hung on the far wall and I walked to look at it. Pictured in it were Mr. Alexius, an elderly lady who I assumed to be his wife, and a young boy. His beauty made me breathe harder as my breath caught in my throat.
"That was my wife of fifteen years. She died in a car accident. And that was my son. He. ran away. He never came back. But I know he's alive, I can feel it in my bones. He's out there. somewhere. I jut pray to God that he's safe." I smiled at the bitterness in myself. If I were still who I used to be, I could have made sure he was protected, but I lost that ability. I sighed to myself and turned around to glance at the oak desk that sat in the center with about four recliners littering the room. "Grab a seat." He sat down in the central office chair as I plopped down on one near the wall.
"I'll get right down to it. You have the looks and the body. You also have the charm. A perfect model if I ever saw it. It seems you still have some innocence left and that makes it all the more irresistible. Would you like to model for us?"
I looked at him with wide-open eyes. I had come in with the intention of having to fight for this job and here I was being offered one privately. I dumbly nodded to which Mr. Alexius chuckled. He held out his hand and shook mine firmly. He got out a contract and proceeded to explain to me all the quirks and qualms of being a model.
After going through all the details, I signed my name and finished the contract. He once more shook my hand and we both got up.
"I'll be calling you later tomorrow to inform you of your first assignment Achos, I hope you'll be ready."
"I won't fail you Mr. Alexius, I'll do my best."
"That's all I ask Achos. I bid you a good day." He escorted me to the outside and I once more shook his hand, then started my trek to the cheap apartment I called home. I couldn't help but let out the small smile that escaped my lips. Unfortunately, it was short lived as my senses that were still not of this world, picked up on a presence I dreaded.
"What's this, and unguarded fallen angel?" The voice was thick with flamboyancy and sneer. I steeled myself as I felt the familiar feeling of eyes roam over me.
"Leave me alone." I did nothing to hide the anger that started to rise in me.
"Temper, my baby, temper. It was always your downfall. After all, all you had to do was agree to be mine."
"You mean your lap dog, your boy toy, your sex slave," I spat out at him as he continued to grin at me.
"Ouch, that hurts darling."
"Don't call me that." I gritted my teeth as I tried vainly to control my emotions. The last thing I needed was to lose control here. Even though I didn't have my wings, I still had some power as an angel and I feared what might happen if I was to lose control over that.
"You don't want me as your enemy Atalantos. I could bring you back to Heaven. All you have to do is agree."
"I would rather go to Hell than be your servant."
"Lucifer would be happy."
"Fuck you!"
"My pleasure." The moment he touched my shoulder I turned around and lashed at him but he pushed me back with his powers and I slammed into the nearby alley. "You could have still been in Heaven or even returned there. But now, I will get what I want but you'll be stuck here."
"Now, now, Seth, easy does it." I froze at the tone of the voice I heard. So did Seth as he immediately released his grip on me and turned around.
"Lucifer," both of us whispered at the same time.
Closure: Kayla again, must be getting old for you people. So what do you think; this one or Time? Send comments to naomi_kiyoshi@yahoo.com