Screaming in Black and White.
"Do you believe in angels?"
"Where's your God now?"
"God is not here to today, Priest"
"What will it be Holy Man?"
"Show me your power, Gabriel, oh mighty Angel of the Most High..
HAHAHAHAHHA"
These words cross his eyes over and over behind the darkness of his eyelids. The sounds being spoken run across his ear in circles. What do they mean? Where are they coming from? The laughter rings in his ears as he sits up awake. Shaken from his sleep by the alarm. He shuts it off, knowing this is his day off and slips deep back into his mind where the laughter is still rumbling in his mind. His mind... now becoming a battle field. This isn't the one the Druid and He came into contact with weeks ago. This is something old. Something from days past, still keeping up with him. This thing he hasn't seen since the days after She was here. The one he's been worried for. That old flame, that old scar for which he still hasn't forgiven himself. It was his fault. It will always be his fault.
Those words, that voice, that laughter. He's heard it millions of times before. When he was weak. When he was younger and couldn't fight. This time it's different. This time he's got his army at his side, this time he's his own army. This darkness will pass. This darkness will go one way or another. Even if he must fight it off in his dreams. It won't torment him again. He's sleeping now, he's dreaming of battle. He's dreaming of things other people merely read stories of, or see movies of. Most of them know nothing of the spiritual battle that wages every day and night. They say over 79% of people believe in angels. He wonders if any of them have even seen one, and if they had, had they seen them ready for battle. It is a fearsome sight. It is awe inspiring, and life changing. He knows his life has been changed and will never be the same.... will yours?
Dreaming of the Future we never had,
~ Archangel_Zer0
"Where's your God now?"
"God is not here to today, Priest"
"What will it be Holy Man?"
"Show me your power, Gabriel, oh mighty Angel of the Most High..
HAHAHAHAHHA"
These words cross his eyes over and over behind the darkness of his eyelids. The sounds being spoken run across his ear in circles. What do they mean? Where are they coming from? The laughter rings in his ears as he sits up awake. Shaken from his sleep by the alarm. He shuts it off, knowing this is his day off and slips deep back into his mind where the laughter is still rumbling in his mind. His mind... now becoming a battle field. This isn't the one the Druid and He came into contact with weeks ago. This is something old. Something from days past, still keeping up with him. This thing he hasn't seen since the days after She was here. The one he's been worried for. That old flame, that old scar for which he still hasn't forgiven himself. It was his fault. It will always be his fault.
Those words, that voice, that laughter. He's heard it millions of times before. When he was weak. When he was younger and couldn't fight. This time it's different. This time he's got his army at his side, this time he's his own army. This darkness will pass. This darkness will go one way or another. Even if he must fight it off in his dreams. It won't torment him again. He's sleeping now, he's dreaming of battle. He's dreaming of things other people merely read stories of, or see movies of. Most of them know nothing of the spiritual battle that wages every day and night. They say over 79% of people believe in angels. He wonders if any of them have even seen one, and if they had, had they seen them ready for battle. It is a fearsome sight. It is awe inspiring, and life changing. He knows his life has been changed and will never be the same.... will yours?
Dreaming of the Future we never had,
~ Archangel_Zer0