Character Sketch of an Angel
This little blurb is an excerpt from a book I've been working on for the past four years or so. Feel free to write what you think of it in the comments box below.
A sharp breeze blew by the young man with long blonde hair and piercing green eyes as he stood among a few of his comrades. The man wore a white shirt that the sun seemed to reflect off of and he also wore brown slacks, all of his comrades wore the same clothing. He stared off into the distance in the barren field filled with lifeless bodies; he took a deep breath as he breathed in the fresh clean air. Past all of the lifeless bodies the field was beautiful, almost as if it was elegantly painted. The field didn’t have a single tree standing within eyeshot, it was nothing but green grass and the occasional blooming flowers. However, it saddened him to see some of the flowers bloodstained. He was growing tired of this line of work; however he knew he couldn’t allow showing it on the outside. The young man felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see his long time friend, Asatru.
“Creed, it’s done. They left, and we need to get back and soon.” Asatru said as he put his hand through his black hair. Asatru was slightly shorter then Creed but also much thicker and stronger than he.
Creed faced his friends and nodded his head up and down. “Yes, I’m aware. I’m sorry. Everyone ready to head back up.” No one responded they simply nodded.
Creed looked up to the sky as did his comrades and they all put their arms out to their side as bright white wings sprouted out from their backs. They flapped along with the light breeze blowing through the field. The wings began to flap faster and all of their eyes began to glow. Creed took off into the sky and felt free to some extent. Asatru and the others followed shortly behind him. They were the rulers of the land and the sky; they were cherubim, one of the highest order of angels. They all flew up through the clear sky until they reached the gates of heaven. Creed and the others entered the gates and were greeted by others of their kind. However they were to report directly to the Almighty One, their Lord and Savior. Heaven is depicted to others as a sacred and wonderful place to others but to the angels, it is simply another place that they watch over and protect for their Lord. Most people after entering the gates of heaven are overcome by an immensely intense feeling of love, joy and peace. The angels however couldn’t help but to love Heaven and the Earth that God created. Heaven sat above the clouds in a place where no human being could exist in but only be transported to when their time came up. It was very similar to a huge fortress above the clouds watching over Earth. God intended it to be that way so that he and his angels could watch over his beloved creations. Heaven was a vast open field filled with beautiful flowers and never went dark; it managed to always be bright from the light resonating from the angels and God himself. Creed walked slightly ahead of the others as they were headed toward their Lord’s thrones to receive their divine orders. Creed bowed before the angels protecting the throne of their Lord.
“We are here to speak with our Lord.” Creed spoke clearly as he and his comrades lowered their heads. The angels he spoke to were a higher rank then he and his comrades so bowing to them was necessary in this instance. In fact they were the highest and most beautiful of God’s angels, they were the Seraphim. While they had a human body similar to that of the Cherubim, they were much brighter and with bigger wings. They never since the dawn of time left God’s side unless instructed to, which to this day has never occurred.
“The Almighty One is expecting you Creed. Please, you may rise.” One of the angels insisted as he signaled to the other to open the door behind them and Creed stood up, as did his comrades.
“Thank you Raphael.” Creed said in a low voice as he walked by through the door that went up high in the sky and seemingly didn’t have an end.
Creed and his comrades walked into the throne room of their Lord. Almost no one ever received the wonderful chance to ever step foot in the throne room. Most people couldn’t step foot into the room because they would never be able to comprehend the word of God, only the highest orders of Angels could in fact fully comprehend his word. Creed never got tired of walking into the room, it was truly a sight. After walking through the door you automatically are greeted by the brightest light coming from the Lord himself. The other Seraphim flew around God in a circle protecting him since the beginning of time. It always seemed like an endless amount of angels around God. The ground at Creed’s feet was rock, but it felt like he was walking on water and there wasn’t even a wall in sight, there was only light. As Creed and his comrades got closer to their Lord the Seraphim around him flew closer to them putting space in between him and the Lord. It wasn’t that the Seraphim didn’t trust them; it was simply what they did. The Lord appeared at first as a ball of light and shortly transformed into a man to talk to his loyal warriors who were waiting for their next order. The man that he transformed into wore a bright white shirt and brown pants with a light brown robe over top. The man also appeared to have long brown hair and a cleaned shaved face. Creed and his comrades went on their hands and knees before God.
“Please, there is no need to bow before me.” God insisted as he and his Seraphim lent a hand to Creed and the others to their feet.
“We are here to serve you my Lord.” Creed spoke but still lowered his head to his Lord; it was simply his way of showing a respect and love for his Lord.
“That you are, and it saddens me to tell you this once again but there is a battle that you have to fight once again.” God rubbed his chin as he spoke.
“What is the battle we have to fight my Lord?” Creed asked as he still had his head lowered.
“This battle is for you and Asatru. You will go back down to Earth. Your order is to purge the land of evil. The demon, Legion is there torturing the minds of human beings. Go there, and put an end to his twisted games to whatever means necessary.” God ordered his angels.
“What about my other comrades?” Creed asked.
“They are to stay up here in heaven. There is no need to send a full army for just one demon.” God insisted as he began to turn away from Creed and Asatru.
“Very well.” Creed muttered. “To the holy order of the Almighty One.” Creed and Asatru raised their voices as they stood upright facing their Lord. God acknowledged them with a smile and turned away to return to his normal form as a bright huge ball of light while the Seraphim around him began to fly around him once again. Creed and Asatru’s comrades walked ahead of them as they walked through the door. Their comrades were not going to let this rare moment of free time to pass. Creed and Asatru exited through the gates of Heaven as soon as possible to carry on their Lord’s mission as soon as possible. They flew out faster than ever before.