Cirris was an angel at heart, soul, and physical being. His dark red locks complemented his fiery orange eyes, his innocent and soft looks made him seem vulnerable; like a precious, delicate flower amongst the bitter cold. At a whopping 5 '3, he stands alone in the human world where he was casted from the gates of heaven. He’s seen human civilization evolve throughout all his years he spent on earth. Carriages now had loud, noisy engines, old rustic lamp posts were now casting an orange glow over the streets that were much like his eyes; however, he seemed to be able to pick up the useless upgraded technology and moderately blended in.
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The stench of the humans covered his vanilla scent, masking the trace of his whereabouts to any suspecting demon lurking around. While magic was forbidden in heaven, he could use it freely on earth. Hiding his wings was of the utmost importance, keeping his identity a secret is what kept him alive. Being an angel among humans, greedy, self-centered creatures, was not necessarily an easy task.
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Journal entry 486th.
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It was a long day at work, the foul gaze of the customers always seemed to brighten my day. Their sour faces make me chuckle. They have no idea how good they have it, although, I can’t blame them. They wouldn’t know it until they lost it. Maybe God will send another flood, that would be unfortunate, a lot of flying and swimming left for me. Nevertheless, the expression on people's faces still fascinates me. It’s possible that they are not happy with their life, but you should always try to smile more. Look on the bright side. Have a good cry. I don’t know why I am suggesting and writing this down when I possess no qualities to give advice, no qualities to even bring myself to mutter 3 words to someone. Maybe I should take my own advice instead of questioning other’s lives. The more I stayed with human life, the more curious I became. Which isn’t all bad, once we hatch from our eggs, they teach us to not question the meaning of life or the rules that are laid before us. I find that absurd, why would you create me and let me have a mind of my own if I cannot use it? 79Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRDCX1KSx6C
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God had changed over the years; he had been loving and caring. Now he’s battle tamed, he has the demons to thank for that. Now with the endless possibilities and opportunities I have down here on Earth, I don’t think I’d ever want to go back. Ever. Not that I have anyone on Earth to keep me here, it’s the sheer beauty of the green grass, the hue of the flower petals, and the raindrops collected on the spider webs; it’s all so euphoric and refreshing.
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Not that I could see any of that here where I am stuck for the time being. New York is interesting to say the least. Of course, I believe everything is beautiful, even the most crime-filled state. New York had grown on me despite the ringing of sirens every 15 minutes. Now that I have lived here for 80 years, it’s almost therapeutic. I can’t bring myself to leave.
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Back to my old life would feel out of place, it’s like I’m meant to be here. Every soul in existence has a destiny written before them in the stars, our ancestors gave us the power to trace it and follow it without even comprehending it. Every second of the day is a flick of a pen, the great God himself is writing and/or has written them already. But if we have a destiny, why can we make our own choices if we already have something permanently planned for us? That is something I had never got. Asking a lot of questions wasn’t a good thing in heaven. Part of the reason why I got kicked into the darkness, actually.
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However, I’m glad I did and I am not afraid to say it. Although, I do fear that I am turning more human by the day. It feels like my body and spiritual mind aren’t connected anymore. I can finally think without this little voice asking me if it abides by the commandments.
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Well, that’s all for today. I have an 8 am shift tomorrow, better get some sleep or I’ll hate myself in the morning.
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End of entry.
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He had been sitting very comfortably on his bed, the three thick blankets warming him to his core. The small leather-bound note-book slid gracefully onto his night-stand, the feeling of the soft material leaving his hands. His delicate hands raised up to his face after he shut off the light and pulled down his silk eye-mask, now in total darkness. For an angel, he shouldn’t like the dark so much. It gave him a sense of comfort, the silence and aloneness was a very relaxing feeling to him.
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He laid his head down on his cotton pillow and nuzzled his face gently against the fabric, a small smile forming on his face. He had loved his alone time almost as much as his sleep. He had always fallen asleep rather quickly as long as his habitat was warm enough for him to feel comfortable.
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He slowly drifted off to sleep, the sweet feeling of not feeling anything overcame his body. That is until he heard a crash outside of his apartment, it sounded like the metal trash cans being tipped over. It was probably a cat, but a cat had woken him up.
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He grumbled quietly, his smile now becoming a frown. He chose to ignore it, it wasn’t worth investigating.
Or was it?
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