my mind thought of.
Becoming the fourteen-year-old girl once again, I saw it happening to my mother all over again. I remember him doing this exact thing to her.
Just like the sounds I had just made, she did too. She tried to hide the pain to shield me from the true torture he put her through.
The strength I remembered seeing glint behind my mother's tears had me remembering the call of the angels. She knew her time was near as she sang to our creator to kill her swiftly.
It took days for her to concede to the idea she wouldn't survive Dolion's madness. Taking the secrets of heaven with her, God released her from her prison.
Calling on him now, I needed him to do the same for me. I needed him to release the bounds of agony. I could endure it, but I knew Barcel set this up for no one to come.
This would be my death. Everything I promised my father would be no more as my mind traveled back to the time of my mother's death.
There, I witnessed it all as it was happening to me. The cut of his blade moved to my left shoulder blade to do the same thing.
"Sing for me, Canary. Tell me the secrets of Heaven you carry." Dolion twisted the metal tip into my back. I tried to arch away.
As I did, my wings expanded, begging to heal the damage of my human flesh. He knew by cutting there that they'd be forced out. It was hard to fight the natural reaction as though it was a reflex.
"Father, thou art in Heaven, hear me!" I screamed my prayer. "Save me from this mortal pain. Let me find eternal rest without giving him gain..."
Before I could finish the prayer of death, Dolion clamped a hand over my mouth. His lips moved to the side of my head. Kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear, he laughed again.
"Little girl, didn't you miss our fun?" He stroked my mane as one of his hands pulled on my left wing. His grip was trying to do what I feared most.
Dolion had every intention of cutting my wings from my back. Unlike when losing feathers, the structure didn't come back. We became an abomination to our kind. A creature that could no longer return to Heaven's gate as a messenger of the lord.
We could still find peace, but it wasn't as an angel.
As his hand lined the blade up at the top of my wing, I knew this was it. Roan would lose me as his guardian. My promise to my mother wouldn't be obtained.
"Her wings were white as snow... I'll turn her daughter's red, for her one sin was scarlet..." As Dolion quoted the bible verse in his own way, I tried to regroup through the pain.
24
God
Lyra's cry thundered through my mind. Out of all my creations, my angels always came first. As I opened my view to the troubled angel, a woman stepped beside me.
Evangeline placed her hand on my shoulder with a gasp. Viewing her daughter in the one position not even she could escape, her pleading eyes begged me to intervene.
"Holy One, please. She cannot run. Her wings won't..." she choked out as turmoil set in. Straightening her shoulders, Evangeline showed me her motherly love. "Save my daughter, Creator."
Sighing, I put out a call to a few who needed some wrongs to right. Lyra's only hope was that they understood my call after falling from my grace for so long.
No longer being of the light, I had to pray they could hear it in the darkness of my first fallen child. Usually, I'd send my spirit to whisper and inspire, but this called for my own mind to reach out.
And so it was. I, God, the creator of man, harkened for two of Satan's closest commanders with the divine purpose of saving one who still carried my light.
25
Axel
We were working out. Caine was doing his bench-press as I spotted him. As he counted every lift, I was lost in my mind.
I hadn't been right in the head since Lyra told me she never stopped caring for me. Caine set his rack before hitching upright with a sigh.
"Are you gonna tell me what's going on, or am I supposed to guess?" He was always crass, but I knew he cared in his own way.
"It's nothing too important. I just can't stop thinking about something I learned. I didn't know how to really bring it up