13/30 - Predatory Angels
April 30/30
13/30
There are eagles amongst the pigeons. Hawks amongst the crows. Birds eat birds. So too with angels. Regular angels have one halo. The primp and bob from cloud to cloud, talking to each other of the innate greatness of the innate goodness of the innate existence. But if they have thoughts that stray too far from that subject, the thing with the teeth and the wings comes out from the light and swoops down in a flash to make one less angel. The bark-angel. Wingtooth. The only executioner in heaven. A ravangel from a different era of belief. Four sets of wings and a body of pure predatory fluidity. Dangling claws and a hooded mouth. Naked, swooping sets of muscle and a trailing series of tails make it move through the air like an octopus moves through oil. It flowers open at the glowering moment of impact like death's own carnation and like an entire body chomping down as one mouth, another angel is de-boned, de-winged, and de-haloed.
Stolen halos are called hallows. A group of them are called a halloween. This flowing beast of the heaven's never-night sky has a collection of them floating behind him, cooing and tinkling softly like Sonic rings, like remoras, like kites with no strings but still attached to this flying torture bomb. A small school of them flitter behind him, a glowing series of hulas hoops and cheerios depending on the size of his victims. Aerobies of pure light.
He moves too fast to be seen clearly and believe me, angels have amazing eyes.
He's the reason there's peace in heaven.
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13/30
There are eagles amongst the pigeons. Hawks amongst the crows. Birds eat birds. So too with angels. Regular angels have one halo. The primp and bob from cloud to cloud, talking to each other of the innate greatness of the innate goodness of the innate existence. But if they have thoughts that stray too far from that subject, the thing with the teeth and the wings comes out from the light and swoops down in a flash to make one less angel. The bark-angel. Wingtooth. The only executioner in heaven. A ravangel from a different era of belief. Four sets of wings and a body of pure predatory fluidity. Dangling claws and a hooded mouth. Naked, swooping sets of muscle and a trailing series of tails make it move through the air like an octopus moves through oil. It flowers open at the glowering moment of impact like death's own carnation and like an entire body chomping down as one mouth, another angel is de-boned, de-winged, and de-haloed.
Stolen halos are called hallows. A group of them are called a halloween. This flowing beast of the heaven's never-night sky has a collection of them floating behind him, cooing and tinkling softly like Sonic rings, like remoras, like kites with no strings but still attached to this flying torture bomb. A small school of them flitter behind him, a glowing series of hulas hoops and cheerios depending on the size of his victims. Aerobies of pure light.
He moves too fast to be seen clearly and believe me, angels have amazing eyes.
He's the reason there's peace in heaven.
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