This will answer one of the 質問 that was asked.
{This will be Devin's point of view.}
People always see 天使 as perfect, free of all pain and worry. They have no clue how wrong they are. 天使 are only a shred of the perfection of Heaven. Not all of us sing または play harps. Not all of us have perfect white wings. Not all of us have fair hair. They're are thousands of Angels. Each has a story, some have scars, and few have enemies. Rarely would an エンジェル have experienced all three.
I am one of those rare ones. And I'm even もっと見る rare. Because it's near impossible for 天使 to find that perfect love. Where their 愛 for “mortal species” are returned. My story is dark. It's not a pretty picture no matter the color of paints. But there is one part I can share. And it starts with a little Cherub.
Cherubs are 発言しました to be Cupid's helpers. Well, it's wrong. Even 天使 have to have a beginning after death. That is why people see it as a rebirth. Cherubs are the little mortals who have died and are “reborn”. All Cherubs age until the age of the mortal's last days alive. Then 天使 age like normal mortals depending on their species before death. For me, I was fifteen on my death. I was human. So I became a little Cherub. Just like my human body, my hair was black, eyes blue. And I was curious than anything. Which lead me a dangerous evil. I was only around four when I was taken from Heaven. It's rare, but that's why Cherubs are creepy things. Dark 天使 had a start too.
I was placed in a canary cage of gold. That was where I would stay at night. And I quickly learned to be silent. If I made the slightest noise, I would be forced to fly when the Hell Hounds were feeding on the depressing souls from Hell. How would I be forced? I am a Guardian Angel. It is in my code to protect others. And he played his cards very well. During what I assumed was ay, I was put through tortures no one could ever imagine. But I learned what realm souls belonged to early on. The Seven Circles of Eternal Punishment. The Seven deadly sins. I understand why no one ever wants to commit those sins. The Plains are terrible.
And if I tried escape, he would whip me. Then pluck off feathers from my wings and tether me to a single chain over a never-ending abyss. Begging only brings them humor. Demons have no need for useless Angels. But he must have seen something. No matter what I did, he never killed me off. I can remember the agonized screams of 天使 and Cherubs as they were tied to stakes and the Hell Hounds fed. 火災, 火 has been burned in my memory and demons chanting their satanic spells.
Nights were the worst. 表示する any sign of weakness and あなた were on the stakes. I knew I had been 与えられた a 秒 chance. I had to keep myself stronger than the others. I never did, curse my tender heart. But he kept me there till I was grown. He sold me to my old Sensei. But his words will remain locked in my mind, scared there によって his motive and voice.
“Do not fail here, Devin,” he had started. “If あなた pass this test, you'll be spared. You'll be クイーン of the Realms. あなた are too important to sacrifice.”
I had cringed inwardly as he touched my cheek.
“I see many possibilities for your future. And the best is for あなた to 登録する me. You'll be my Demon. And the little light in あなた will be mine. This I promise.”
That was how I lived before Sensei. And that is why I am how I am. Because that demon had kept his word. And Teague never gave up on his quest of me being his Demon of Hades.
{This will be Devin's point of view.}
People always see 天使 as perfect, free of all pain and worry. They have no clue how wrong they are. 天使 are only a shred of the perfection of Heaven. Not all of us sing または play harps. Not all of us have perfect white wings. Not all of us have fair hair. They're are thousands of Angels. Each has a story, some have scars, and few have enemies. Rarely would an エンジェル have experienced all three.
I am one of those rare ones. And I'm even もっと見る rare. Because it's near impossible for 天使 to find that perfect love. Where their 愛 for “mortal species” are returned. My story is dark. It's not a pretty picture no matter the color of paints. But there is one part I can share. And it starts with a little Cherub.
Cherubs are 発言しました to be Cupid's helpers. Well, it's wrong. Even 天使 have to have a beginning after death. That is why people see it as a rebirth. Cherubs are the little mortals who have died and are “reborn”. All Cherubs age until the age of the mortal's last days alive. Then 天使 age like normal mortals depending on their species before death. For me, I was fifteen on my death. I was human. So I became a little Cherub. Just like my human body, my hair was black, eyes blue. And I was curious than anything. Which lead me a dangerous evil. I was only around four when I was taken from Heaven. It's rare, but that's why Cherubs are creepy things. Dark 天使 had a start too.
I was placed in a canary cage of gold. That was where I would stay at night. And I quickly learned to be silent. If I made the slightest noise, I would be forced to fly when the Hell Hounds were feeding on the depressing souls from Hell. How would I be forced? I am a Guardian Angel. It is in my code to protect others. And he played his cards very well. During what I assumed was ay, I was put through tortures no one could ever imagine. But I learned what realm souls belonged to early on. The Seven Circles of Eternal Punishment. The Seven deadly sins. I understand why no one ever wants to commit those sins. The Plains are terrible.
And if I tried escape, he would whip me. Then pluck off feathers from my wings and tether me to a single chain over a never-ending abyss. Begging only brings them humor. Demons have no need for useless Angels. But he must have seen something. No matter what I did, he never killed me off. I can remember the agonized screams of 天使 and Cherubs as they were tied to stakes and the Hell Hounds fed. 火災, 火 has been burned in my memory and demons chanting their satanic spells.
Nights were the worst. 表示する any sign of weakness and あなた were on the stakes. I knew I had been 与えられた a 秒 chance. I had to keep myself stronger than the others. I never did, curse my tender heart. But he kept me there till I was grown. He sold me to my old Sensei. But his words will remain locked in my mind, scared there によって his motive and voice.
“Do not fail here, Devin,” he had started. “If あなた pass this test, you'll be spared. You'll be クイーン of the Realms. あなた are too important to sacrifice.”
I had cringed inwardly as he touched my cheek.
“I see many possibilities for your future. And the best is for あなた to 登録する me. You'll be my Demon. And the little light in あなた will be mine. This I promise.”
That was how I lived before Sensei. And that is why I am how I am. Because that demon had kept his word. And Teague never gave up on his quest of me being his Demon of Hades.
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Celebrations start December 1st and continue until the World Premiere of What Matters? on January 5th!
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Random poem/anthem thingy. Came up with it on the bus ride home. Sowwy if it sucks
Our time is limited. Rarely do we see the end, my friend.
For our time will come when we can no longer fight the beast,
On our souls it shall feast.
But we fight to live, live to fight,
Refuse to take flight,
For the time we can.
Underestimation,
Pain mistaken.
Never shall we surrender.
Never will we give into the fright.
Never shall we go gentle into the night.
Creds to Dylan Thomas for that last line!
Our time is limited. Rarely do we see the end, my friend.
For our time will come when we can no longer fight the beast,
On our souls it shall feast.
But we fight to live, live to fight,
Refuse to take flight,
For the time we can.
Underestimation,
Pain mistaken.
Never shall we surrender.
Never will we give into the fright.
Never shall we go gentle into the night.
Creds to Dylan Thomas for that last line!