Some human legends would have it that angels don’t wear clothes and that they just let it all hang out – mainly the Cherubim, the chubby baby ones. The truth is, there’s no such thing as the Cherubim. God would never allow juvenile angels to wield such power, much less zoom around the firmament naked. So nakedness isn’t really an option, more’s the pity. Because if it was, I’d so dearly love to see Volzirabeth unclad.
There. I’ve said it. I’ve finally admitted it to my conscious self.
I have unnatural feelings for Volzirabeth.
Immediately the darkest fear I’ve ever known rises up within me. God will be aware of my growing inclinations. She knows everything.
‘Kayelsharah, The Most Holy wishes to speak with you,’ says Usiu, suddenly appearing before me.
I knew it. I’m in trouble now.
If I had a heart it would be thumping wildly. But I don’t. I have feelings though and thoughts and quite frankly, at this moment, they are all over the place.
There is no time though to sort through it all. She must not be kept waiting.
I flash through the celestial portal into her presence and stand before her colossal throne. I’m not alone either. Volzirabeth is here. This is not good.
‘My sons,’ the Almighty says, her voice, as always surprisingly gentle.
‘Almighty One,’ we chime, prostrating ourselves.
‘Rise, rise,’ she says.
We obey and stand before her, avoiding each other’s gaze.
There is a pause. Then she begins.
‘For thousands of years, we have witnessed the battles and turmoil on earth below us, have we not?’
‘Yes Mother,’ we agree.
‘And there was a time when disharmony poisoned even our own ranks leading to the fall of Beelzebub and all those who would follow him.’
Even though there is no such thing as temperature here, I feel something akin to a chill run through me. We all know the fate of Beelzebub and his followers.
She continues.
‘It has long been my hope that such conflict would never occur again here but it has come to my attention that it has. Within you. Both of you.’
We cannot see her features, such is her radiance but we can see her gaze trained upon us.
I do not understand what is happening. The thoughts were mine alone. The sin is mine to bear, not Volzirabeth’s.
Then I find calm in the maelstrom of my thoughts.
God knows all things. Keep your faith. If justice needs to be served it will be done as it should be. You must accept it.
‘You have feelings for each other, beyond what is natural for the sons of God. I have heard and I have seen.’
Somehow I find the bravery to speak up.
‘Almighty Mother, if I may speak?’
‘You may.’
‘For thousands of years I have worked alongside Volzirabeth. We have done all that you have asked. During this time, I have grown to admire him for his diligence towards you and for his boldness, his power, his zeal. But in recent times, I recognise that there is more when there should not be. I became afraid of my feelings. I knew they were wrong; they are not fitting for this plane of existence. I did not know what to do with them. I have tried to deny them. I promise on my existence that I have.’
‘As have I,’ Volzirabeth adds.
Shocked, I glance up and his eyes torch mine.
‘And this is the battle of which I speak, my sons. The battle within you both. It cannot go on.’
I can feel my lips trembling with emotion.
She is going to punish us. We have displeased her. I do not want to be banished to Tartarus.
‘There are two choices that I shall set before you. And whichever you decide will be final.’
‘Yes Most Holy Mother.’
‘You can either stay in this realm but never see each other again. Or you can rescind your status as sons of God and live as humans on the Earth – free to be together but mortal. The choice is yours. Neither one is a punishment. It is about the correct order of things being maintained.’
I feel like bursting into tears at the horror of what has been laid out before us. Volzirabeth actually does briefly.
So if we want to be with each other we have to sentence each other to death basically. But what about after our death what then? We obviously can’t ever be angels again.
It appears God has read our thoughts.
‘You can never be angels again if you choose the earthly realm. That freedom comes at a cost. After death, there will be nothing.’
‘But if we take the other option, we will never even see each other again?’ I ask.
Volzirabeth steps closer. Like me, I think that thought sends him into a panic. I’d never realised the depth of his attachment until now. I’d been too busy pretending my own feelings did not exist to see his.
‘No,’ says God. ‘I will make you invisible to each other in every sense. You will be Bakshaveen. Forgotten to each other for always. In the past, present and future.’
It seems the logical choice to make but the idea of forgetting my Volzirabeth forever is repugnant.
I look at him to see how he is feeling. He is no longer weeping. His pale skin does not even bear the marks of tears. His pewter coloured hair frames his delicate elfin face, his eyes a vivid lapis lazuli blue. He stands tall as if he has made his decision. His pearlescent wings slightly extended and shifting rhythmically as if stirred by an undetectable wind. He is a sight to behold.
Something itches inside my core; it aches. It swells, creating a tremendous pressure. A wave of something expands, joining it in an electrified union. And then the magnificent creature beside me steps over and takes my hand.
‘I choose to be yours if you will have me. I choose a human life with all it’s unknowns,’ he says, searching my face. ‘As long as I get to be with you.’
‘As do I,’ I respond.
‘Then it shall be done,’ God declares.
And then suddenly everything goes dark.
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