FALLEN ANGEL

The rain poured heavily and the thunder rumbled loudly in the sky.

All individuals had to stay indoors as it seemed like the Heaven was at war. The rain had began to pour heavily during moon and had continued since then.

No doubt, the thoughts the humans had was especially right, the Heaven was at war. An Angel had sinned, an unforgivable sin and the Almighty wasn't going to be merciful.

A loud thunder had rumbled again, lightening struck down to the ground, and a specie had fallen, clothed in blood. In his full angelic form, Aspen laid weakly on the cold ground, the rain poured on him, washing his stained wings.

He raised his head up, his eyes flickering from the golden color to brown, it was dark as most of the street light had been struck by the lightning. He looked around him and grimaced in pain, his back had broken from the great fall he had had like the Humpty Dumpty. He couldn't lift his himself up and rested his head back onto the ground.

"You've arrived," a voice spoke. Aspen raised his head to look at the person but the umbrella was covering the face of the person.

"Aspen," the voice spoke again and raised the umbrella away from his face. "I'm sure to can't lift a limb, I'm Ezekiah, your new friend," Ezekiah said with a smile.

"I shall be in charge of you until you are well," mumbled Ezekiah, and as he flicked his fingers, he both of them disappeared from that spot.

It was morning already, the rained had stopped and the people had a wide smile on their faces and begged in their mind for such rainfall not happening again.

"Aspen," called Ezekiah as he walked into the room. "Your wings are broken, we'd have to cut them off," said Ezekiah with a smirk.

Horror filled Aspen's face, he immediately tried to lift himself but wasn't able to. He might have fallen from Heaven, but his wings mattered a lot to him. He wouldn't have the chance to go back to Heaven after being redeemed if he ever loses his wings.

"Calm your shit, you'll only hurt yourself more," uttered Ezekiah before he left the room.

Aspen sighed heavily, he couldn't still believe he had been sent away from Heaven, a home he had lived since his birth.

His sin was something unforgivable, but still, he had expected the Almighty to be merciful.

"Find your way to salvation when you reach Earth, you will know, you will feel it when your way to salvation is near." He remembered the words of his brother before he had fell from Heaven.

Different thoughts ran through his head before he drifted into a deep sleep.

Ezekiah stood at the stairs before turning his face to stare at Aspen's room. He knew Aspen was danger. Aspen was a fvcking destruction, but still, he had taken the risks of taking him home.

He knew he was going to face the panel of fallen Angels judges. He had been instructed to not receive Aspen in after they had of his sins.

Ezekiah was a fellow fallen Angel, but an high rank one. He had waited for the arrival Aspen when the rain had began to fall the previous day.

He walked down the stairs and headed to find a healer among the fallen Angels he knew.

At noon, Ezekiah returned with a healer beside him and they headed to Aspen's room. He was still laid flat on his stomach, the wide bed still didn't do justice to his wide, big wings.

"Feed him first," said the healer to Ezekiah, making him raise his brows.

"He has to eat but it must be in liquid form. He can't stand," the healer said again and Ezekiah walked out of the room to get a drink.

The healer looked at him with a frown and Ezekiah did the same.

"I should have brought in a doctor instead, and not someone who learned herbs since centuries ago," Ezekiah muttered before he walked over to Aspen. He placed the straw in his mouth and urged Aspen to drink.

"After inspecting his wings, it doesn't have to be cut off," said the healer and Aspen sighed in relief in his mind.

"What shall be done?" Asked Ezekiah

"Some straightening would help for his wings and back. He should see a doctor even after the wings heals," adviced the healer.

After the treatment, Ezekiah lead the healer out the door. "That's him, right?" questioned the healer

"Hmm?"

"The Sinner," said the healer

"You are a sinner also," muttered Ezekiah with a smile before banging the door on the healer.

"Loose mouth," he said before walking to Aspen's room.

Ezekiah sat on a stool and made to touch Aspen's wings but stopped when he heard him speak

"Don't," said Aspen in a hoarse voice.

"You shouldn't behave this way," said Ezekiah with a wide smile as always. "I saved you, you should be grateful."

"I am," said Aspen

"You aren't enough, if I hadn't saved you, no one would have. You would have been seen by the humans and some crazy scientists would have taken you to their lab for a sick experiment." Ezekiah said, only to receive a hmm from Aspen.

Aspen wasn't in the mood to say much, he was still in discomfort and this savior of his was disturbing his peace but who was he to say anything.

The one thing he had in mind was to heal quickly, find his way to salvation and return back to Heaven, his home. He didn't belong here, he had to leave as soon as possible, he had a post to fill in Heaven and no one shall take that post away from him.

The name, Aspen, the fallen Angel wasn't for him at all. That wasn't his identity. He was far more than that, he was destined for greatness, even though he had fvcked the hell up, he was going to try his best to be redeemed.

But who was he when fate was involved?