Snippet #994566

Wednesday

Ezerale watched Astra punch the wall with mixed feelings of anger and confusion. The angel remembered the cold wars, he had even resubmitted his petition in a vain attempt to be a part of them. He had been denied that privilege, but the wars did end favorably for the angelic host. Or at least as favorable as could be claimed, the demons had actually succeeded in their plans to an extent, the world was surly in no better shape than before. Astra's rant was strewn with heresy, but what had Hebella said? Earth sider, born and raised. Astra would have had total immersion with humans, lived near them, talked with them, protected them more than an older angel would have thought necessary. Ezerale even allowed for the possibility of Astra having never even been to heaven. Sure there were required gatherings of the heavenly host, but it was possible.

"I'm sorry, but I get very emotional over deaths who didn't deserve it" Astra said. There were of the same race but two different times, Ezerale was old guard, Astra, new generation. Was this the future of the angelic race? Empathy over obedience? Ezerale glanced at the bloodied wall and nodded. Normally he would have been tripping over himself to make sure Astra knew who was ultimately in charge, but he was ever aware of how quickly some in heaven would love to see him pulled off of earth and locked away. He had orders, and superiors, and for now he would suffer Astra's progressive attitude.

"Yes, lets get started, first maybe it would help if I saw this source of power for myself? Not directly of course, I would rather them be unaware of my existence, but maybe show me their location?" Times had changed, and a small plan was beginning to form in the deep corners of Ezerale's mind.