The rise of a fallen angel, Chapter one: Temptation

 

Disclaimer: this story has no relation to any religious concept, sect or rites, it's fully fantasy and argues nothing about divinity, or real scripts of real holy books. Enjoy it how it is, pure fantasy, different realm and symbolism.

Innocence is a blessing, and so is a curse; bringing pure little souls even the ones that were born as an evil seed the fears beyond exploitation, of a soul that long lingered in the dark.

“Sidra” and “Aba” were both playing in the yard of an orphanage, where different ethnicities and entities inhabit and vary of different ages, the latter is 8 years old, believed to be mixed of a human artisan and a demon, talented and yet not fully discovered by those around her, and Sidra is an angel, a fallen one, who sinned and degraded from a divine path to a corrupt path, paved by dark spirits who fear her strength and wisdom.

She was born of light, curing the scars of the hurt ones, guiding the lost souls, and facing the eternal darkness that put others in pain constantly, they thrive over one’s suffer. Them, dark souls thought they could take her down, pollute her purity and suck her innocence, Sidra, despite the sin she committed, the temptation she was blinded with, she still holds herself accountable, and not just the demons, she subjugated to love, and loving a gifted human being was her one and only sin she couldn’t resist…

***Chapter one: Temptation***

To the ones who once made the house warm,

 I remember every tiny bit of this misery... and how it all started,

It all flashes before my eyes as sharp as a knife,
Digging into my throat as well as seeing the place we all inhabited and filled with joy, empty, taking my soul away... tormenting it and leaving me nothing but, dusty utensils and shelves...

Doomsday, Chapter two, Salvation!

Quick recap:
Lizzie, the highschool student aspiring to be a vet, meets a diviner-looking old person who tells her she’s a bad omen for those around her, while it still might be a scam, a baseless sentence or just a harassment, Lizzie still ponders those empty words told to her, on an alternative earth, a distorted version of the real world, where she seeks parallel help from those who rescue what remained from humanity after such an apocalyptic event, who knows? Would it possibly happen that youth will be leading again on front lines or permanently perish, creating a chance of disintegration of life means! Or? Did they already survive and there’s no alternative world they tend to inhabit!?

Check, Chapter 1

Suggestions, The last chapter: I saw you in my dreams

 

Through my dreams you shall see, the pain that I lurked, the things that I’ve seen, and never survived, lots of thorns wrapped around the vines of my heart, letting no one in, hardly anyone, but you, amongst all, could access, could embrace how ugly I was, how ugly I might’ve became, you could witness the monster that I hid, deeper in the will where water dried and sounds echo.

Suggestions, Chapter four: Where peace lingers

 

Within time, we fathom that one of our permanent allies was forever a quiet nemesis, gloating at us in silence, loathing every breath we exhale,

and dragging us into the furthest depths, where no scream can shatter glass, but only able to shatter our hearts, it drags us deep into a void, where you no longer recognize yourself anymore, maybe, you should’ve given up that cursed friendship, maybe, it’s all your fault; the fault of becoming a maimed version of yourself, or… Maybe, you should try sticking to the walls where your sorrow sink, and climb up your veins until you reach the summit, on which you can see the bigger picture and finally, escape…

Jerusalém, estamos chegando!

 

Cuidado: Este artigo é puramente analítico e não está afiliado a nenhum tipo de discurso de ódio contra ninguém, mas apenas para conscientização e para objetivos analíticos e críticos.

Então, onde tudo começou? 7 de outubro? A Nakba de 1948? Ou as Cruzadas?

Jerusalem, we are coming!

 

Cautious: This article is purely analytical and is not affiliated with any kind of hateful speech against anyone but only for awareness and for analytical and criticism objectives.

So, where did it all start? 7^th of October? The Nakba 1948? or The crusades?

It all started with Abel and Cain, gesturing a futuristic curse occurring between mankind, who never learn from conflicts, but proceed to create more and afterwards live a fabricated story of heroism – omitting the parts where innocents are murdered, homes are stolen and all in God’s name.

Suggestions, Chapter three: The devil manifests

 

Some people would wish for a good day to come, a moment of nirvana to surround them with peace and security – from all the burdens and all calamities. But some wouldn’t, as those days represent nothing but despair and frustration in the end, for them, good days are nothing but a gloat at all their fears and traumas, for them it doesn’t last long, hence, better absence than short visits.

Suggestions, Chapter two: A leap of faith

 

A raven in the crib, long has been petrified, longed for a witness, a cure and a tender breath to approach it, hence, lift the curse upon it perpetually. Some creatures were born to linger nowhere but graves, their timeline is short and the pain they leave behind lasts long, all the fragments those who loved them have are just evidences, evidences of their existence that didn’t extend much.

Suggestions, Chapter one: A tour to fatality

 

Utters none, the wounding soul,

through the plights long shall it lingers,

pleading for mercy to cover her cold neck like a shawl,

to remove her sore feet from the mud,

and to rest her on the shore, so that her fears wash away and all whimpers…