Gabriel’s Fall

He marched from h is bedroom where he kept him self to weep, and he went down the long white hall way with it’s glistening flowers and sparkles of light off water falls from the window abroad. And went into a huge room with big Roman doors, and saw a council

Made of Gods of all sorts, and then sitting at the head of the table, was God himself.

Hair tumbling over his shoulders eyes the purist of blue that was as bright as the light it self, maybe it was his eyes that the light was born from at the other end of the table and Empty chair sat where Gabriel would once sit in such meetings, “Why.” He demanded and slammed his hand upon the table gaining sudden attention, “Why have you damned me like this!” He glanced at a woman who sat next to the God of wisdom.

God blinked, “Excuse yourself.” He said kindly and Gabriel shot him a glare granted to him by the one he loved most; and that ones ruler. “I will not, Fate you explain your self right this instant.” There seemed to be a low rumble in his voice and her purple curly hair was moved behind her shoulder with her slender pale hand.

The luminescence of her green eyes stared blankly at the Angel who had not yet fallen this was yet to be decided. “You” he shouted and pointed a finger at her, “You are the one who decides everyone’s fate, why have you chosen mine to be so!” his body wanted to crumble, disappear into little bits and pieces on the ground.

There was once fury in this Angel’s eyes, and now there is only frustration, she stood up

And walked slowly over to him her whit dress flapped around her legs as she walked her light blue slippers patting on the ground hardly making a sound, it seemed to take her a long time to get to where she wanted to get at the other end of the table, maybe because the table was so long? Who knows?

She finally reached her destination; she took Gabriel’s face into her own delicate hands,

“Dear child.” She whispered, only those close to her could hear her soft voice that was only that in which she had given to the sweetest of mothers, so most children could tell weather they were good and bad. “Do not call me a child when I am older than you.”

He wept quietly letting his tears fall into her hands, creating a very small puddle

It sparkled and soon filtered threw the shadowed cracks of her fingertips, “There is a reason, everything happens.” She re-assured him, “it is I who decide how it happens,

But there is a reason for it being the way it is. Dearest.” She said with a smile and Gabriel, still by her touch.

“Why do I have to love him still?” everyone watched with amazement, all including the God of wisdom who sat patiently, “to love a man,” she said, “When you are a man.”

“Is wrong, and you knowing such things.” She smiled at him directly in his eyes she looked.

“But when it comes to things,” she kissed him on the for head and released him from her slight touched which he almost immediately missed, “You know what to do.” With that, and the turn of her heal she made the long walk back to her seat besides god.

Who sat still, smiling at the outcome of things. “You smile at me as you know what’s to come.” He said to God as he smiled onward,   “I do. You are excused Gabriel.” He stood there for a moments time and with anger, know re-surfacing he left the room.

Fate sat pleased in her chair, elbows on the table and hands folded with her chin resting upon them. He stopped as his small hands touched the golden curling doorknob, “Will I ever get to see him again?” He questioned, he felt hollow, as he was given no answer.

He exited the room closing the door with a slam behind him and the rest went back to their business as it was so rudely interrupted.

He went to the balcony; off somewhere of his bedroom that could be seen down a way’s if you looked back to the left past the vines of life and blossoms of the future,

“I want to see him again.” He muttered to the bright clouds above, although, they were not clouds it was just an endless void of white some claimed they were above the clouds.

But those were foolish angels that have just recently risen from the grave.

Those who were earth bound and who worshiped this place would be pleased that yes, it did exist. But it was not what they thought it was, a place where they could be with their Lord there was much work to be done and if you were an Angel of Sacrifice you had more.

Some teased Gabriel a while back about being an Angel of Sacrifice he was a sucker for life roaming the plains of the mortal world which he once came exploring places that he could never have gone in his Roman time, he rubbed his eyes “make me fall.” He said muffled as the gentle hands befell his face.

There was never a breeze like there was on earth, there was never rain as there was on earth never a ‘cloud’ in the sky no cumulonimbus to form those rotten winter storms

No stratus clouds to look at from the bugs eye view. Just plain white, he remembered the words that slipped from Daniel’s lips that one night.

The whole entire reason that they were in this position, “I love you.” Was it a crime to love someone different? Was it a crime to love someone so dark and mischievous?

It wasn’t fair, the Gods themselves loved each other as mortals committed the one natural sin, the one natural sin that even aloud they’re kind to exist.

A thought began to boil within Gabriel’s mind, if there were no mankind, what would God have to council? What need would there be for the angels? What need would there be for the devils but to take in the souls that were rightly theirs and then befall the angels as he had befell! He smiled, laying a hand carefully across the railing of the balcony.

It was never night, and it was never day. Bright, he began to hate it. He remembered something once that God had told him when he was young. “An eye for an eye.”

To be fair, Gabriel thought to himself, he took something from me, and now it is my turn.

After all this rule was set by God him self was it not? Only, he was going to do more than take –something- from god. And what ever it was, was going to bring around a revolution. “ Revolution.” He said aloud, pondering the thought “Perfect.”

And then.