Beofre you tumble into the world of nothing i would like you to know that the following story may not reflect the views of the author. it is merely a fantasy that is written out of an idea that sprang from nothing. it has no point, not meaning and most importantly no offensive intentions. if you do find fiction offensive then you are on the wrong site.

the following is also a one-shot. this means that it is one chapter! one very short chapter! and although i may return to it in the future, i have no intentions of taking it further currently.

please do not steal my ideas and work without consulting me. thankyou.

Born of Nothing

There was nothing. No colour, no life. It wasn’t even black. Black didn’t exist yet. It would, but at that point there was nothing. Nothing is hard to explain. You can find it in your dreams, but you don’t remember it so much. When you dream of nothing, you’re where I was.

And when there was pain. So much pain that it blinded, and swallowed my screams. It was like dying only a hundred times worse, and backwards.

That was the beginning of existence. We were made from nothing. And in the end, we would be cast aside.

Let me tell you of angels. People often think of angels as shining, feathery beings. Born of light and God’s love. In a way we were born of God, but it wasn’t his love. He was merely bored and needed someone to do his bidding. Not that he doesn’t love us. He does, but that’s not why we are here. We are here to feel you.

If I was to describe what we looked like, you wouldn’t be able to comprehend. The closest I can come in your words is nothing. We were born of nothing so just like children resemble their parents, we look like nothing.

Kant believed that we were purely rational beings. To him we were something to aspire to. But he was wrong, so many people still do.

We are beings of nothing. And nothing is not rational. In words the closest thing to it is emotional. It’s hard to describe, nothing often is. The Spanish have a word, duende. It refers to an artist (often a musician or dancer) who has reached a higher almost divine state of performance. People search their entire lives looking for duende but never find it. This higher state is all about emotion. Passion, love, inspiration, pain. It is so powerful it hurts. That is what we are like. That is what nothing is.

Angels are there to feel you. We feel every emotion man has ever felt, is feeling right at this second, and will ever feel. We act as a channel. We are there so that the world is not destroyed from emotion. Sometimes it doesn’t work. We loose the people we wish to feel. They fall of the radar so to speak. Fall into nothing, and we have to dive down to bring them back. And it hurts. So much that early humans who caught a glimpse of it interpreted our existence as eternal damnation. People all have their own words for it. But a common one used in the time period that you will read this in is hell.

We live in hell, it is not a place, or a state of mind, but our existence. As a result of this existence, many angels are considered mad by your standards.

There are no such thing as fallen angels. For we are all broken. There are no such things as devils or demons. These are creations of the human mind. Along with religion, and hell and feathery wings.

Angels are the beings born of nothing, there so that you are not overwhelmed. Created so that you will die, and when you do you may fall into the peace of the nothing.

We have many names, each culture creates us differently. We look like many things to you.

But you may call us nothing. For that is what we are.