Chapter 313 - The Past Of The Weeping Angel (1/2)
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Aruliel found herself within her mindscape, fighting against an endless darkness trying to consume her.
Her little body was like a small speck of light within the darkness, which had the shape of an aberrant and amorphous being that was constantly growing larger and larger around her.
Countless of crimson-red eyes of enormous sizes were glaring down at her, as a constant downpour of miasma-like energy was constantly trying to devour her away…
She was being constantly attacked; she couldn't even fight back at all at first. She was slowly dimming in light and strength, her speck of light, the last bit of her own mind and sanity, the last bit of her personality and nature, all of it was slowly fading away, being slowly consumed…
What was there left for her other than despair and suffering? To agonize and die, ultimately being devoured, and consumed, to stop being herself…
She tried to fight back; her wings were slowly reducing in size… until practically nothing might remain at the end…
Her thoughts were wandering her past, remembering what she had done until reaching this point. She recalled how she was raised in Heaven, and even before that, how she came to be…
She remembered those memories that she thought she had forgotten in the direst of situations.
Within this darkness, she recalled them.
In a land of pure light, where countless floating islands and clouds adorned the entire place, an enormous and endless light of eternity and divine grace greeted her sight.
This was the moment she first gained consciousness, finding herself born as a little baby, a little baby angel, a Cherubin.
Her beautiful golden eyes looked upwards curiously at this endlessly beautiful and all-encompassing light, this light of eternity…
Divinity covered her entire being, as the warmth embrace of this being that had created her, that had brought her here for a purpose, encompassed her and made her feel happy, and whole.
”My children… Welcome to the world. You're all cherubins, I've created you with the purpose of helping the mortals of this universe, and to defend it from evil…”
The voice of a fatherly man spoke to Aruliel when she was just born, her little head looked upwards into this divine, sacred light, the one and only, God.
”Dada!”
The little Aruliel recalled those times, as she extended her little hands towards her holy father… he tiny and little hands, too weak to grasp anything yet, but that contained such an incredible potential as pure born angel…
However, another angel emerged, covering his face with a white mask, it quickly took her from her cradle, taking her away from her father.
Her father ignored her cries, as he moved away from the place.