On a time long forgotten, in a land where heaven and hell seems to meet, two mystical beings were fated to meet. One bears the mark of light and the other wears the shadows of darkness. On a night when the moon sits calmly in the placid sky, underneath the nostalgic meadows of lilacs and poison ivies, laid to rest a weary demon, with pitch black unearthly feathered wings and melancholic eyes that tell a thousand sorrowful mysteries. He sat down underneath a withering oak tree that seems to contradict all the beauty that unfolded before him. The demon was in deep thought, wondering whether for all eternity he will wield this darkness and forever be dwelling within the shadows. He was in a trance, reflecting on such thoughts.
Then suddenly, the winds blew calmly on his face. Before him, a magnificent mighty angel descended down into the vast and foreboding meadows. The angel was bathed in ethereal pure light that seemed to dance harmoniously with his heavenly white wings. The demon stood up and watched as the angel caressed the blooms that seemed to welcome the angel upon his arrival. It did not take long and the angel noticed the weary demon. The angel’s eyes were fierce like fire but they were gentle and comforting. The angel walked towards the demon, and the demon just stood still before this celestial being.
“Have you come here to hunt and vanquish me my dear angel?” the demon asked. “I am not in the mood to indulge myself in the epic battle between good and evil. Please let me be and let me enjoy this melancholy.” The demon spoke these words without hesitation. The angel simply smiled and said “No, I did not come here to do such a thing. I came here to rest, just like you.”
The demon looked away and stared into the bright pale moon. “If only we could exist like this. If only we could live in peace and forsake this war between us, then I would want that.” The demon shared this thought to the angel, with his voice steadfast and hoping. “Yes, I could not have imagined that I would converse with such a being such as your self. This is truly an unexpected meeting.” the angle replied. “It truly surprises me that a demon would speak of peace and more unnaturally, to want it.” The angel uttered. He looked directly at the demon as if awaiting for a retaliation of some sort. “Is it not natural for me to believe in such a thing? Is it not natural that a demon such as myself would think and speak of peace?” the demon responded hastily. “Have you not grown weary and tired of this senseless war between us?” the demon asked fervently.
After a moment, the angel has lost his smile. “Alas, but beings like us were created for such a reason. We, angels, are bound to be your opposites. We are destined to be enemies.” the angel replied. “Demons like you, who always bring evil to mortals, should be destroyed and sealed away. That is what is natural.” the angel proclaimed. “Then is it not ironic, that a demon like me, wishes of peace and an end to this rubbish war and an angel like you, speaks of destruction and the end of our kind? It seems that the only thing unnatural here is to hear a mighty angel such as yourself, speaking and wishing to destroy rather than to protect.” the demon said with dignity. “I do not have ears to what you have to say. You know well deep inside you that we cannot escape the purpose that we were created. We exist to represent good and evil and that is absolute.” After the angel has said these words, he stared at the demon with piercing eyes.
“Yes, beings like us were created with no freedom to choose, but still I am tired of such nonsense.” the demon spoke. “We are not the ones who do the evil deeds. It is the mortals who choose to do it. If you say that it is my destiny to influence men to do evil and that is the only purpose that I was created for, then why do you protest against me for wanting to change?” the demon asked. “Because it is not natural? But would it be better and convenient if we can change, despite being imprisoned and chained to what is supposed to be natural?” Again, the demon asked these questions firmly, clearly awaiting a response from the angel. “Demons like you, will never change. You can never want peace. You can never want what is good. You can never be like us. You can never be what we are because you are nothing like us.” the angel responded.
The demon just laughed calmly at what the angel has told him. “Then have you forgotten that we were once like you? We were the angles who stood up to choose for what we believed in. We are the ones who wanted change itself.” the demon said. “And because of that, we were punished and forever be destined to represent something that we never asked for.”
The angel said nothing. For a long moment of silence, the two beings stood still and unmoving. Finally the angel spoke. “Perhaps you are right, that you were once like us, but this is our destiny. We cannot escape what we are and more importantly who we are. We are the light, and you are the darkness. That is the whole truth and there is nothing that you or I can or any being except God that can change that.” the angel said with conviction. The demon looked at his palms, as if trying to break the invisible chains that destiny has wrapped around his hands. “You know fairly well that nothing will remain the same in this world; that everything will change. We are mere imperfect beings and we are not excused to change itself.” the demon replied softly.
The angel looked serenely at the demon. “You may be right but I no longer want to have this conversation with you. My time of rest has ended. I am needed elsewhere.” the angel responded. “Then this is goodbye then. I hope that we would meet again someday, not as destined enemies but as equal comrades.” the demon said. “I doubt that we will meet again. I doubt that such unexpected meeting such as ours will ever be happen.” the angel replied. “Goodbye and I hope never to see you again.” The angel spoke these words with gentleness.
Both beings turned and walked away from each other. They slowly spread their mystical wings, one bears the shadows of the light and the other wears the mark of darkness. They both ascended into the skies, basking into the moonlight and they flew away in opposite directions, disappearing into the eternal horizons.
The meadows were left silent and peaceful. The oak tree seemed to have slowly grown to life and the lilacs and poison ivies seemed to wither. On a time long forgotten, on a night when the moon sat sadly in the placid pale sky, these two beings met and they will never meet again.
By: [-darkice024-]
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