Snippet #872383

" Hey Steve guess what I did today at school." Debra spoke with the enthusiasm only the very young were capable of. That smile as bright as ever as the Fallen Angel went through the motions of eating the food prepared from him by the girl's mother.Although it was well made and any normal human would have found it a meal to rival all meals the one time caretaker of God's throne was wishing he didn't have to eat it. As a being of divine creation Aeneas required nothing of actual substance. That is to say any food he ate was merely a show to help him blend in with the humans he had come to cherish.

" What." Aeneas or rather Steve as the girl knew him asked with the patience imbued into him by the countless centuries since his creation in the timeless paradise of heaven. He took another bite of the lunch packed into the small basket, the wind began to blow at first a gentle breeze that was at first welcome for the workers in the fields of this idyllic and timeless village.

" This." She said after a moment of searching her person then holding up a paper crane crafted of red paper, something of a cross between rice paper and wold pulp paper. it was masterfully made given it's creator was a six year old girl. After letting him stare at it for a few seconds the girl tossed the paper crane into the air were the gentle breeze bore it aloft and out of sight.

" Wonderfully made Debra, I bet the teacher was impressed." Aeneas spoke getting up from where they sat at the edge of the field brushing the loose dust off the jeans he wore. That being done he began to pack up the remnants of the lunch beng careful not to sweep dust or dirt into the basket. The breeze began to blow harder almost as if a storm was on it's way, which was odd given the sky was still azure with not a cloud in sight. And soon dust began to kick up. Every second the wind blew harsher and harsher, the dust clouds thickening to the point were humans had no hope of getting enough breath to fill their lungs.

" Debra run." Aeneas ordered the coughing six year old as the implications of what that wind meant. Not here, not here. Was all he thought as he discarded the false image of Steve and stood forth as Aeneas fallen angel. The girl for her part tried to run but the air simply was too choked with dust for her lungs to get the much needed extra air running demanded. Realizing this the fallen angel scooped her up in his arms and flew straight up using the powerful lift six wings beating at once gave him to outrun the killer dust cloud.

" Debra are you alright." He asked concerned as her breathing seemed to become shallow and rapid, the breathing of one not getting enough air.

" Make it stop Steve." She finallly spoke her voice filled with the terror only a child was capable of. Her arm was pointing downwards and so the fallen angel looked down....and saw a sight that filled him with rage. Scores of lesser demons, those twisted creations born of the darkness his fallen brethren embraced were wrecking havoc and bloodshed upon this once idyllic and timeless turning it into a one sided battleground. The people tired to run but were only cut down as they ran. The priest was the only one that stood his ground, on the steps of his church he seemed to be speaking some sort of prayer a silver cross before him. But even faith is a poor shield against a demonic blade and so the priest met his end still clutching his silver cross.

And here he was truly torn, he could slaughter these lesser demons like wheat before the harvester's scythe but doing so would leave Debra defenseless for he could not fight and protect her at the same time. For a battle against so many would require his full attention. Trembling with rage he clutched the shaking Debra tighter to his chest and turned his back on the village. Feeling as if a part of him was dying he raced through the skies faster then the a Jet going mach six using two of his wings to shield the girl he held from the wind that cut like a honed blade.


After what seemed hours he alighted atop a skyscraper, for the city was resonating with the aura of so many Demons and Angels, Aeneas was forced to take stock of it. Perhaps here he could find a safe place for this city was both the lion's den and a safe haven. While not concerned for himself the fallen angel knew Debra needed a safe place. For the village of her childhood was now a blood soaked nightmare were no doubt the unburied bodies of the dead were being used in all manner of ways, the twisted nature of the lesser demons surpassed even the lofty bar his fallen brethren had set. They may be fallen angels but they were angels still, were as their creations were born of pure darkness.

" Where are we." Debra asked somewhat groggily, no doubt the shock of what had just happened was becoming too much for her to handle.

" In a city, I don't know which one but we are safe for now." Aeneas replied, no doubt any human observer would find the scene odd. A six year girl atop a skyscraper taking to the thin air. For Aeneas had yet to assume his human form and as a Fallen angel he was invisible to normal humans.


" Alright." Was all she said in response.

Aeneas looked at her with equal parts sorrow and anger in her heart. In such a short period of time the girl went from a bright light to a snuffed out candle. Aeneas wanted nothing more then to kill every single demon he could get his hands on. But such things were for a later time. First came Debra and finding her a safe place. And as much as he hated the notion Aeneas knew he would have to find an Angel, a true Angel. For it would take the power of God to keep the child safe. And Aeneas knew as long as she remained conntected to him his fallen brethren and their twisted creations would hunt the girl.