Storyline Exploration 4
The city was brightly lit, even at this hour of evening, humanity continued
it's bustle on the streets below, automobiles buzzed down crowded streets,
pedestrians walked, ran or simply strolled in whichever direction they desired.
Even in this human mediocrity he found excitement, vibrancy of life and the
continual wonder that is man, also he felt infinite sadness. From his perch,
high above the street ways and sea of people he watched in silence, unseen by
those below, unseen even by any whom on odd coincidence might look towards the
rooftops of the skyscrapers, man's vain attempts at reaching upwards towards
heaven, almost at times in seeming defiance. He was there yet not, communizing
with the world, but not part of it. His prismatic blue eyes absorbed the sights
below, his ears hearing in every muttered word or simple breath of the people on
the ground. While his mind wandered over introspection of his feelings and his
emotions, he had no concrete thoughts with which to truly focus apon, though
deeper still within him, he felt his longing to again be held or at least in the
presence of Ainsley. Though their parting from that tormented moment of his
existence and the various happenings of then seemed a distant memory, like an
emotion hidden from view or a fuzzy and blurred photograph, his emotions nor his
missing and longing for her had not diminished in the least. Caught up in his
thoughts he'd failed to hear the appearance of another, the soft hush of folding
wings, nor the rustle of fabric as the other walked closer to him were simply
meshing with the vague remembrances which he was struggling to make more vivid
and clear.
"Are you still flirting with darkness Cyrano, is falling from His grace so
attractive?" Said a deep basso voice behind him, he turned abruptly, surprised
by being caught so unaware and deep within his personal remonstrations. His eyes
sought out the face of the speaker, surprised yet again at whom it was. His
prismatic blue eyes met the dark smoke grey orbs of the speaker. visibly older
then himself there were lines apon the others face, etched either from years of
stern looks or expressions of deep compassion. Even with the looks of wisdom in
the ageless eyes, the other still held a full head of rich coloured brown hair,
which was strung up in a lengthy pony tail, held together by a golden cord.
Pristine white wings folded against the other man's back gave evidence both of
what the other was as was himself, for his own wings were still wrapped around
him. His own were largely as beautiful white as the other save for a marring
patch of black feathers apon his left wingtip. Garbed in a long ankle length
grey trench coat either side adorned with a single red cross, the man stood with
his arms folded across his chest as he regarded the younger angel, looking on
expectantly of an answer.
"I am neither flirting with anything, nor attracted to becoming one of the
Fallen, Caeleb. I simply... I simply seek to understand, understand both my
place in Angelicum and understand the sense of things. Apon this world which He
has crafted, humanity suffers, it grows yes and progresses and yet there is
continual suffering. The Fallen, and many other dark things reign almost
unchallenged, Lucif and the rest of the Usurpers make more gains and corrupt
more of humanity, then those whom turn to The Father. And yet even with all the
creatures both of darkness and the other entities of light moving about on this
plane. We, we continue on as we always have, Yes we fight with the Fallen and
other creations of Evil, usually only when it intrudes on our own projects, When
it moves more wildly or brakes the Covenant between Him and Lucif, or when our
own are attacked. And yet the suffering continues, and largely we do ...
nothing. I simply seek to understand, to understand why it is necessary for
Humanity to suffer great horrors and tragedy , why it is believed that for Man
to come to know Him and to seek Him, Man must first suffer pain. Why those whom
are proven to be faithful are continually tried and put through tribulation, is
not their Faith enough?" He paused not watching the expression of the other, but
continuing to vent his thoughts, his questions, his concerns.
"And if any of Angelicum... or even... if Anyone truly believes that Lucif
and the Fallen truly follow the Covenant of the Innocent, is a fool, of course
they do not seek to corrupt children. They scarcely need to, they corrupt the
parents, thus in turn corrupting the children. Tell me, tell me Caeleb, how many
souls of children have you guided in this year alone? I simply seek to
understand it all, and as hard as I try I cannot, and yes my faith wavers, yes I
do not know my place, but I can not find anything until I understand, even a
portion of what I don't. You guide and collect the faithful to Him, Odion
battles the Fallen and others only when told to do so, so many of our kind do as
their bidden, and yet I have never been given anything, I am the Angel adrift,
the Seraphim without calling. Am I distasteful? Am I meant to Fall?" He trailed
off and looked away, down again at the moving mass of humanity, feeling as lost
as many of those whom sought for that unidentifiable something below.
"You don't flirt with darkness, you dance with heresy as your partner and are
attracted to Blasphemy Cyrano!" The other exclaimed, shaking his head with a
heavy sigh. He hated seeing any of the Host in such states, many had been in a
situation such as this, he well knew, he had once had many questions before he'd
been chosen as a Collector. Yet Cyrano pushed the boundaries to much, skirted
the edge like an unbalanced comet caught between two gravities both seeking to
make it smash itself apon one surface or another. Reaching out he placed his
gloved hand apon Cyrano's shoulder and spoke softly before departing. "Tread
carefully brother, I know you do not seek to Fall, I know it within my heart,
but even though you mean to understand, do not let your quest bring you more
understanding then you wished for..." Without another word Caeleb vanished the
warmth of his hand the only thing that remained of his presence a mere breath
before. Sighing in kind Cyrano knew that while Caeleb meant every word, and was
not trying to be patronizing nor insulting, still he felt alone in his thoughts,
misunderstood, or even unwanted even by his own Brethren.
The only comfort he'd ever found had been when in Ainsley's company and now
she too was gone, and he thought, or perhaps felt, that perhaps even she wished
to no more be entangled with him, to get caught up should he Fall. He did not
wish to , he wanted to serve, to bring light and love to the humanity of which
he loved. Even now since that first day he'd broken down and wept, he could no
longer commune with the Lord. He did not feel forsaken, not yet, though he felt
the estrangement like a deep wound within his soul. Perhaps she was right and he
was being put on trial for some greater unknown purpose, yet who could that be
so, he did not feel worthy of anything, given his thoughts and yes how close
they were to heresy and blasphemy. He did not dare entertain the thought of
seeking answers elsewhere, though he knew of only one source whom might have
something, he would not be tempted, he would not, could not seek out Lucif. With
another sigh, he curled his legs to him, resting his emotionally weary head apon
his knees, again wrapping his stained wings about him as he returned to watching
humanity. The moon hung high above him, and the stars cast out their light
across the cosmos, and for a moment it seemed that their light had a sad cast to
them, shining within the sky in a silent vigil with the Seraphim whom wept.
Tears stained his face, the gleam of salt remaining on his cheeks even as he
turned his eyes heavenward, he could think of no better reason for his tears
other then the clamour of uncertainty in his mind. He wished not to be as he was
but he had no more control over his thoughts then he had over opinion of his own
kin. He'd tried to simply keep himself from view, but with his kind that was an
exercise in futility, one or all could find him within a single heart beat, and
simply be there. He had no where to hide, no where to turn for comfort, so he
struggled onward in his search for answers as best he could. He did not expect
there to be any, he didn't want to ponder the possibilities of never finding
anything other then a path that lead him further still away from the Lord. Yet
he could not simply push away the discontent he felt, surely there was some
reason the seeds of near heresy had been planted within his mind. Perhaps he was
truly tainted, somehow corrupted by the Dark, seeping into him due to his long
time fascination with humanity. He dismissed this immediately, for had such a
thing taken place he would have known, he would have fought against it, he would
not have simply let it occur. He was not so disenchanted as that, not yet at any
rate, looking once again on the city below, he felt the heat of the sun as it
swam across the sky , how long he had wept and simply been bothered him, that so
many hours had simply passed unnoticed.
Standing slowly on the edge of the roof top he stretched to his full dignity,
his marred wings spreading out behind him as he worked out the kinks of being in
one position overlong. Despite all the gifts given onto his kind, even they
suffered from being stuck in one place for far to long. Had any human eye taken
sight of him, he might well have looked like just another statue on just another
building. Breathing in a heavy sigh he leapt from the side, his wings fully
unfurled to allow him a strong down stroke and take flight. He was just as
capable to simply move from one place to another, crossing the globe at a
thought, and yet he wanted to take a longer look apon the city he had been
watching, to see it from the birds eye, for he knew he'd stayed too long and
needed to seek another place to contemplate and be alone. Or at least have the
fiction and false security of aloneness for that was all he was really accorded,
no angel was truly alone, but then it occurred to him, he could not commune with
the Lord, thus in essence he was as alone as he could conceivably be.
He'd once thought of joining the undercover ranks, to take on full human form
and interact and watch from the front lines, be for such an assignment it
required sanction from both God and nomination by the council of the Arch. He'd
never proceeded with making an application, he'd held back, determining for
himself he was unsuitable, it would be too likely that he would use his gifts to
aid as much of humanity as he could and that would breech the none interference
laws, he knew that at times independent action was always applicable in given
situations but to give freely to every situation would bring about stiff
censure, so he decided it would not work and his nature was already well known
and likely gossiped about within the halls of heaven.