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"Fallen Angel" Part One (Short Story)

Lust. Love. Ares. Aphrodite.

There’s a fallen angel residing on this Earth’s dirt. Humanity who is blinded by the naked eye will not be able to discover such beauty that hides behind broken wings, shattered horns, in the world of grey. She’s not like the rest of the crowd, she adds her own color to this world. She dares to paint with purples, greens, and yellows, instead of such boredom of black and white. She dares to go against the crowd, no matter the force against her.

This fallen angel also will imprint her presence with her smiles. Smiles you can’t erase from your memory bank. In ways she has imprinted herself into your heart; but don’t be fooled.

Don’t be fooled on this fallen angel, who has no name, by her kindness and make it more than what it is. Don’t be fooled by her silence and make it what it isn’t. She fights her own demons within her heart, mind and soul. She’s fallen from corruption in her heart.

Everyday, the fallen angel questions if she is whether related to the Goddess of Despair, Eris, or in relations of the Goddess of Love, Aphrodite. She prays daily that the heart of Aphrodite remains close to her as loyalties of Ares and Hades are determined to torture her own pretty, little heart.

It’s an everyday battle, an everyday chaos in her heart, but at the end of the day, she continues to paint her visionary world in that heart, along with her own mind and soul. The primer paint continues to be love to balance the fixture from the rest of the chaos.

Someday the ying to her yang will reveal himself. Not to take over the creation of this art of love, but to add his own colors to it. His unconditional love will endure, even while in the shadows of Hades whelms.

In return, her angelic aura transforms to its rightful stage, as it reflects the sun. He will also have the ability to reform her horns into a halo crown that sits perfectly on top of her head and help strengthen her weathered wings, so she returns to the crystal blue skies once more to return to her cloud of calling.

All in results of the power of true unconditional love and the presence of her soul mate’s patient eyes, as she returns the same patience and virtue of morality and ethics.

(To Be Continued…)

©H.M. Gautsch

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Fallen Angel Part III

Death surrounds the fallen angel; a plague has spread through the hearts of the loved ones she once held dearly within her soul. Hades’ reindeer games continues to drain the powers of the angel’s redemption, however she presses forward with faith of finding her place.

Day by day, illusions become the truths of reality. Sadness overcomes emotions, as though, tears remain dry from the weathered skin. Little knowledge came to pass when Athena had thrown this quest to the angel. Little was revealed how long it would take the angel to find her way into this corrupted hallucination to find the purified justice that the blind has not forthwith.

As the angel presses on to a new destination, she leaves behind value that was inherited during her presence with the seasonal beings. Marching barefoot along the black top, as she watches her footing for the cracks created by the underground world slowly lifting itself to Midgard. Below are wicked laughter’s of Hell mocking her every word and movement to the next chapter in her journey. The continuation brings irritability to the angel’s emotions and fills her heart with anger.

(to be continued…)

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"Fallen Angel" Part II (Short Story)

War. Peace. Morpheus. Helios.  

The fallen angel walks as her eyes beams on high to evaluate her surroundings. It’s like an apocalyptic firestorm in her view, as the strangers she passes laughs consistently in an echo effect. The angel does not see the world like the rest. Her judgment of character on others provides the truth. The halos slowly diminish, as the horns grow. 

She’s just fallen for Hades current trickery. The beautiful lady continues to travel until she spots the Sun God, Helios, breaking his rays through the darkened thick walls of clouds in the sky. He directs her to a safe haven on Earth, a garden. The angel collapses from exhaustion underneath a large oak tree and questions herself as she starts to meditate underneath Grandfather Oak and enjoys the comfort of his shade. 


                “How many demons, zombies, lost souls have been put onto this Earth?”


The angel escapes into slumber, as she re-enters her fantasy world and visions another angel leading her down a path of a road filled with lavish coal. In the horizon, she sees Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, waiting under Helios’ rays. 


                “Angel, come to me.”


                “Athena, what has caused such madness?”


                “The life cycle of Mother Earth is imbalanced. It must be nurtured and healed. Teach the world of the forsaken values of the resources offered and relearn the portions of necessities and there you will find what you are searching for.”


The Angel turns and looks at the destruction and smog right before her eyes. The garden fades, Grandfather Oak has died, as the world darkens and starts spinning in a more rapid pace. The angel starts to get tipsy and falls to the splintered and dehydrated ground that once was filled with greens and the bright colors of wild flowers. 


As the angel awakens from her dreams, she is relieved of the events that have not yet happened in her vision. The comfort of the thick grass lifts her heart and head to continue on her journey. Helios’ journeys to the West, but there’s still a warmth and light within the angel. And that’s when she clearly discovers…


…When others’ flames are extinguished, hers will just be more ablaze. When others’ become cold, hers will keep the warmth within’. God gave her this strength for a reason, a sacred reason. She just prays it doesn’t become unbearable where she cannot save one’s soul. Where art thou her guardian to balance the barrier?! She shall remain searching.


(To Be Continued…)

©H.M. Gautsch