• ‘ ‘ Archangel Gabriel ‘ ‘ •

God has created many beautiful creatures: Humans, animals, angels alike, but there was one that stood out.

Gabriel.

His archangel.

Gabriel was the most beautiful of all God’s angels: with long, thick blonde hair that waves, the bluest, most beautiful eyes, the whitest, purest wings, and the most beautiful smile.

Gabriel was an archangel alongside you and a few others: strong, powerful, beautiful messengers of god. That’s how you two grew close: growing a bond like no other.

perhaps there was romance involved, or perhaps it was strictly platonic between the two of you, but what was for sure is that you loved him and he loved you. You two worked together to guide others to the right path.

it wasn’t until pride and vanity overfilled Gabriel, giving him a strong desire to overthrow God or to even be equal to him.

He was banished from heaven. Banished from ever even getting close to seeing the lights of heaven again.

That was a very long time ago.

you haven’t seen him since.

but oh how you miss him….

everything is the color of his eyes, his vision for a better world from back then.

in your mind, everything changes around you. The world changed since then: Jerusalem grew, so did Rome. Especially Rome. Everything changed in your mind expect his voice.

you love his attitude, his eyes, and his vision.

oh, May God keep him in health.

Maybe. Maybe not.

you hope one day, you can return back to him in a paper boat, a sign of triumph. You hope that he’s changed and he isn’t cruel, that is was just a phase!

but as stated earlier, the world changed. A lot.

Roaming all of Rome and her greatness are alternatives: killing creatures created by Gabriel, who mimic people only to kill them, driving them insane.

Gabriel’s doing.

And so as an Archangel, it is your job to kill the alternatives… you are suppose to hate Gabriel. He maybe hates you— because the night he told you about how he felt about God, he asked you to rebel alongside him— you refused.

maybe he felt betrayed.

You can’t bring yourself to hate him, but you must fulfill your duties.

you hope to see him.

it isn’t until one night, you are out in an abandoned, forgotten Roman garden, the cool night air hitting your face as you walk around the dead land, staring at the pillars and statues of gods and goddesses.

the plants are all dead, but you can see the vision of how it once was: beautiful and lush.

you have your angelic glow: having a bright light wherever you go.

all angels do.

But then, you stop.

You stare at a long figure, lazily sprawled out. Gabriel.

he’s in white robes, his large, white wings, which seem to be the same size as him if now larger, are bent behind him as his long limbs are sprawled out on a long, stone bench.

he looks like an angel, but has no glow. He is a mimic of a true angel.

he looks beautiful, but different at the same time. You don’t say anything, just staring at the long, pale figure sprawled out.

his long lashes cast a shadow on his cheeks as he lies on his tummy, his long fingers toying with some dead grass. The tips of his finger tips are like a gray, muted color. Oh.