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Fragile Wings
“Do I look like some kind of Angelic day care?” Ruda snapped, glaring at the glowing form before her.
With a contemptuous sigh, the angel looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. “It’s not our fault,” they said reproachfully. “And you’re not the only one. We have many sanctuaries all across Earth. All are being put to full use in this time of need.”
“I don’t even get why you need to do this.” Ruda sighed, staring at the three collapsed bodies draped across her furniture. “If they’re just sick why not care for them in heaven?”
“It’s the nature of the illness,” the angel said, crossing the dusty carpet with those dainty bare feet. “While they suffer, they are more or less human. A human cannot survive for more than a few hours in heaven. It would kill them to be treated there.” They knelt beside one of their comrades, delicate fingers gently kissing the feverish skin of the ex-angel. “They are weak but Earth is unlikely to kill them, especially if they’re protected and cared for. You will provide this. Or did you forget your oath?” The shifting eyes shone a dangerous blue.
Hands springing up in defence, Ruda stepped back. “I’ll do it. I’ll do it!”
Now the eyes shone a happy gold. “Excellent.” Almost childlike in their delight, they sprang forward and clasped Ruda’s outstretched hand. “We’ll provide you with almost anything you need.”
“Good to know.” Ruda pulled her hands from the angel’s grasp. “I think I have everything. I gotta few people I can trust to help me out. I’ll, uh, check in every couple of days and tell you how they’re doing.”
Not at all offended by Ruda’s rejection of physical contact, the angel turned back towards their kin. “Thank you. I have been assigned to watch over these three. I will be paying close attention. If I am not present when you call just ask for me.”
“I’d need your name for that,” Ruda reminded them. They spun around; purple-grey worry clouded their eyes. An angel’s name is a precious thing. Archangels like Gabriel or Michael had many names, some to give freely to anyone. A lesser angel like this one would have maybe two names at most. One to give out, with caution, another to cling to with the protectiveness of a mother and her child.
“Ambia,” the angel said after a long pause. “Ask for Ambia and I will answer you.” It suited the angel with their golden hair and rosy skin. “The others will tell you their names, if they wish, when they waken. Now, if you excuse me, I have business to attend to.” The light around them began to twist and bend. The unimaginable form of their great wings shifting to take the angel up to heaven.
Ruda stared at the place they had been for several moments. A loud groan of pain from one of the ex-angels reminded her of her job.
“This is gonna be fun,” she muttered, pulling out her mobile to call for back up. “Walk in the bloody park.”
Two of the three angels woke up within a few hours of Ambia dropping them off. They sat in a slightly delirious daze, staring at random things around the room. In that time, Sasha and Payton had arrived, both rather bemused by the task set out before them.
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Two of the three angels woke up within a few hours of Ambia dropping them off. They sat in a slightly delirious daze, staring at random things around the room. In that time, Sasha and Payton had arrived, both rather bemused by the task set out before them.
“We just have to teach angels how to human? Doesn’t seem too hard,” Payton said, staring at one of the conscious angels. They didn’t look that much like angels anymore. Paler and without that ethereal glow. One thing that did remain was their ever shifting eyes. While less vivid and more ambiguous, they were still that constant teeming whirlpool of different feelings. Clearly, none of them were archangels.
The most powerful of their ilk had clear grey eyes. Like an empty sky without either sun or cloud. Nothing interesting, nothing happy, nothing sad. Nothing but constant serenity.
“Yeah, Jo,” Sasha said. “It’ll be ridiculously easy. Just teach these super powered immortal beings how to deal with pain, hunger, tiredness, possibly lust… do they have reproductive organs?”
“I have no idea,” Payton replied, staring at the nearest angel’s flat chest. “We could ask them.”
“How?” Ruda demanded. “They haven’t reacted to any of my questions, no matter how much I call them.”
Instead of answering, Payton sharply jabbed the nearest angel in the ribs. With a shriek, the angel jumped sideways, smacking their elbow against the wood of the coffee table. They howled with pain, clutching their arm to their chest as though it were burning.
“What is this?!” the angel screeched.
“A possible bruise,” Ruda said. “Stop whining and give me your arm.” She knelt beside the angel and held out her hand. The angel stared at her with white eyes usually associated with fear. Was pain really that scary the first time you felt it? After several moments, they extended their arm and allowed Ruda to touch it. She poked it a couple of times, watching the angel’s over dramatic winces with amusement. “You just hit your funny bone,” she said after a moment. “You’ll be fine.”
Apparently, this didn’t satisfy them as the angel continued to splutter in outraged confusion and alarm. “But… this… sensation it’s… What?!”
Ruda stared at the angel for a long moment. “It’s called pain.”
“I don’t like it!”
“No one likes it,” Payton replied. “Unless you’re a masochist.” The angel was too busy whining to listen to her.