Fallen

The darkness seemed a foreign entity to her, something that could not possibly exist, and yet, she was surrounded by dark so thick and complete that she could imagine cupping it within her hands.  There was no noise whatsoever, no gently plucking of harp strings, nor were there the harmonious strains of the heavenly choir …the soft breeze carrying the faint scent of lilacs was in absence as well.  The silence was like the pitch black, unbroken by even the sound of her own harsh breathing, so utterly quiet that the silence sounded thunderous in her ears.

            She would start to hyperventilate any moment now she was sure …it was like being deaf and blind …vaguely similar to being in the womb once again, only without the sense of comfort and safety, and the steady heartbeat soothing her into a state of dreaming.  It seemed startling to her that she could even remember being alive, the very idea was preposterous and her mind strove to reject the notion, but she knew it was true.  She had been mortal once, and then she had perished as a martyr and was granted wings, such beautiful and graceful wings, the feathers a pristine white and silky to the touch.  She smiled and flexed her wings away from her body, only to crumple in a sudden, overpowering wave of agony that ripped through her mercilessly.

            Panic set in as she screamed in the silence, unable to even hear her own hysteric voice.  Her wings were broken, shattered, burnt stubs chained to a ground that could have been right beneath her feet or countless eternities beneath her.  She was sobbing then, bitter tears that she could not taste as they fell upon her parched lips as she writhed in pain and anguish.  Her wondrous, luxuriant wings were as good as gone and she swallowed back the horror and hurt to fold her crippled wings to her jaded form and bowed her head as she wept until no tears were left and she was numb inside, simultaneously frozen beyond pain and burning with a fury unchecked.  She knew where she was know, knew what her brash actions and insolent tongue had condemned her to …this was the wretched fate of the Devil’s Advocate.  She was locked in Hell.