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An Angel Returned...
You once said that you didn't look to the future...I only wish you had now.
You never regretted anything which has inspired me and told me to understand that people can't change the past and you make choices for a reason.
I feel you have helped me in so many different ways, just like so many other people, but mostly you have helped me to believe that I can acheive, I must just work, like you worked, to get to where I want to go.
Everything you did was always done with passion, you took it in your stride, you fought for yourself, despite shyness and awkwardness.
A part of this world stole some of you, people who followed you endlessly stole parts of your life you will now never get back, and the rest of the world has to live with those selfish acts, people who will stop at nothing to get a story for a glossy mag...
But what can I say now...no-one will hear, but what did anyone expect, for where else was an angel to go but to heaven.
You are home now.
They can't get you there.
Iblis. Iblis wake up. Iblis...
The wolf's eyes flickered open.
His back hurt so bad. He couldn't see clearly... Where was he?
A voice seemed to travel on the wind, swirling and rippling around his ears. The blur in his eyes was getting better now and he could see more of his surroundings... he was on the top of a mountain, dark clouds overhead and the wind battering the rocks underneath his body.
He remembered now. The stories. The journey... the deaths.
He tried to move... His back hurt so bad. Why did it hurt so bad?
The wolf slowly lifted his heavy head and glanced round at his back, then suddenly stared, wide-eyed in revulsion.
Iblis' back was covered in blood and protruding from the base of his shoulder blades were wings. Not the sort of wings wolves were supposed to aquire after travelling up the mountain.
They were supposed to be beautiful...
Instead, his back was ... cursed ... with wings of a devil. Wings black as death itself, matching his coat.
They were supp
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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