Darkmatter Montre
Purgatory by The Cruxshadows
I see you watching
looking back at me
these hellish eyes
they are not mine
I see the blood and saliva
dripping from your tongue
did the angel fall?
when was this monster born?
Why do I sit here
staring at this face?
these wings of mine
they have been burned away!
these wings of mine
they have been burned away. . .
I see you watching
looking back at me
these hellish eyes
they are not mine
I see the blood and saliva
dripping from your tongue
did the angel fall?
when was this monster born?
Why do I sit here
staring at this face?
these wings of mine
they have been burned away!
these wings of mine
they have been burned away. . .
He was adored by god, and given a position in the Angelic hiearchy among angels such as Raphael, Gabriel, and Michael. Lucifael spent the majority of time keeping things neat and orderly in the heavens until he was given his first real mission on Earth. He was instructed to guard a newborn child on Earth, and lead her soul to the kingdom of heaven once she passed away. Lucifael, being a quiet man with a hardworking personality, was not pleased to receive such a request. Yet, he accepted the challenge, and descended to the Earth to begin his work.
Lucifael had been present when she was born in a dirty hospital somewhere in Chicago. She was a premature child, weighing in at only three pounds. The doctors believed she wouldn't make it for very long, but through God's will, she survived. Her parents had named her Grace Ann Thomas, and two days later, Lucifael followed the happy family home. Although disoriented and confused in a setting he was not familiar with, Lucifael's hardworking nature prevailed and he felt as though the girl was his own and he had to protect her.
She was not a normal child. When she was merely an infant, she would lie in her crib and stare at him. Lucifael knew that his body was ethereal on Earth in order to hide what he was, but the girl would always focus her eyes in the direction he was standing. Lucifael believed it to be mere coincidence until she began to talk to him a few years later, like a child would to an imaginary friend.
"What's your name?" she had asked him one evening. Her parents were away and the babysitter was asleep on the couch, leaving Grace virtually alone. Lucfiael wasn't sure what to do. Grace was staring at him with her deep blue eyes while she sat on her bed, various dolls and stuffed animals scattered around her. She was only four years old and she was already talking? Lucifael had lost his grasp on humanity, for he had forgotten what it was like to be human. Quickly, Lucifael thought of a name that he could use. Lucifael was too long and too hard to pronounce for a girl her age, so he shortened it to a name that she would understand.
"Lucy," Lucifael said quietly. To his surprise, his whispery voice echoed through the room, causing Grace's eyes to fly open wide.
"Lucy is your name?"
"Yes," Lucifael answered.
"But... Lucy is a girl's name, and you have a boy voice and you look like a boy."
"Lucy is my nickname, just like yours would be Gracie."
Grace gasped, covering her mouth with her little hand. "How do you know my name?"
"I know a lot of things," Lucifael answered blandly.
"Yeah? What's my full name?"
"Grace Ann Thomas. You were born four years ago."
"Wow. You do know everything. Where did you come from?"
Lucifael knew that he was stepping out of his comfort zone, but surely it wouldn't hurt if he dropped a few hints. Grace was a child, and he was sure that she wouldn't fully understand a thing he said.
"I'm from a land where lovely winged beings are sent to associate with little girls like you."
"You talk funny, Lucy." Grace said. "You can fly?"
"Yes."
"Can you show me?"
"Some other time."
"But, how long will you be here?"
Lucifael had the urge to say "until you die," but he didn't want to scare her. Instead, he fabricated a softer-sounding answer that Grace would believe.
"Until you don't need me anymore."
Grace smiled. "Good. That means I have time to show you my dolls!"
Although a nagging voice inside Lucifael's head told him it was wrong, he could not help from speaking with Grace and becoming a friend to her. For the months that followed their first conversation, her parents didn't notice that Grace was obsessed with her angelic friend. She always acknowledged his presence, even in public places. She'd laugh and talk to him, even though it appeared as though she was talking to herself.
The longer that Lucifael spent with Grace, the more he began to see other guardian angels following the person that had been assigned. They didn't talk to or touch the person they were guarding, but rather, just followed them around silently. When seeing other angels, Lucifael would fall silent and let go of Grace's hand, which was almost always tightly holding on to his.
Not only did Lucifael notice the angels, but he also noticed the shadows of demons following and tempting any person they could get their claws on. The demons glared at Lucifael and the child he had grown to care for with their beady eyes, as if targeting them. Lucifael would grab onto Grace's hand tightly and continue walking, ready to attack if necessary. When Grace's mother would ask what she was holding on to, Grace would simply reply with "Lucy." Assuming that Lucy was an imaginary friend, her mother wouldn't say anything.
Grace knew of the other angels and demons as well. She would ask about the strange shadows lurking everywhere, and would demand to know things about them. Lucifael referred to them as monsters, and would proclaim that they were the reason that he watched over her. After the fourth or fifth time that she presented the question, Grace accepted the answer and wouldn't pry further. However, Lucifael knew that she was still fascinated by the demons, because she never failed to stare every time that one would pass by.
Things became less cheerful and carefree when Grace abandoned the activity of playing with her beloved dolls for sitting on her bed, crying and trembling while her parents argued. Lucifael would sit on the edge of the bed, listening to the chaos within the house. His eyes followed the shadows of intrusive demons, attracted to the argument like maggots to a corpse. Lucifael himself began to feel more and more unstable as the demons crawled around the house at night, feeding off of the violence and contributing to the cause. While Grace slept, Lucifael acted as a guard dog and protected her from them. They appeared nightly, and although Lucifael prepared himself, his composure was beginning to crumble. The demons sensed this and played on his fear, until he snapped and gave into their taunts.
"Azazel, Beezlebub, Abbadon! I know you're here, you fools!" Lucifael had yelled, causing one of the shadows to take form of a gruesome man with horns, charred wings, and claws for hands. The figure stepped toward the bed, causing Lucifael to shield Grace from harm. The demon laughed.
"You protect that girl as if she is your own, angel," he hissed.
"Semiazas," Lucifael said, "I believe you guarded a human once. Did you not put your soul into it?"
"I did. But look what I am now," Semiazas sneered.
"What do you want?"
"Her," Semiazas nodded toward Grace. "She can see us. This poses a threat, you see."
"She's only a child."
"But all children grow from the innocent form they occupy into something more mature, more destructive."
"You'll return to Hell without a story to tell," Lucifael warned. Grace squirmed in her sleep next to him, and immediately, Semiazas tilted his head sideways to observe the girl, a cruel mockery of a smile on his face.
"Well, look who's awake," he commented. Grace shrunk away in fear and looked as if she were about to scream, but Lucifael immediately leaned down to her, turning his back to Semiazas. He placed a hand over her mouth gently, and grabbed her hand with the other to calm her.
"Listen, Gracie, nothing is going to happen. We're fine, you're just having a nightmare."
Suddenly, Lucifael felt a sharp pain ring through his head. Grace was crying and screaming, but Lucifael couldn't open his mouth to talk to her. He fell off of the bed as if he were pushed and hit the ground, writhing in pain as the sharp pang extended to every inch of his body. He slowly felt his soul losing control of his movements, but he kept on fighting.
"Damn you Semiazas!" Lucifael cried. He tried to lift himself off of the ground, but found that he couldn't. He landed back on the floor, his arms twitching.
"Lucy!" Grace shrieked, watching Lucifael struggle with Semiazas on the floor of her bedroom. She didn't stop screeching until Lucifael stopped struggling. Lucifael tried once more to move his paralyzed limbs, and managed to stand up while his legs wobbled. He staggered to Grace's bedside and collapsed next to her, fatigued and worn.
"Lucy, are you okay?" Grace asked. Slowly, Lucifael sat up and wrapped his arms around her in an embrace.
"I'm fine," Lucfiael murmured, thankful for what little bit of control he had.
"You're shaking. Are you cold? We can play doctor... you can be the patient, I'll be the doctor, and I can make you better."
Lucifael laughed nervously as his arms began to twitch and move on their own. He watched in horror as his arm slid from Grace's back to her neck, followed by the other one.
"Semiazas, no," Lucifael murmured.
"Lucy, who's Semiazas? What are you doing, Lucy?" Grace asked, her voice no more than a squeal. Her eyes popped open wide when the first scream came, but the noise was transformed into gurgles as Lucifael's hands tightened around her thin neck. Lucifael yelled and willed himself to let go, but he could not pry his hands away. Grace's little heartbeat slowed as she gasped for air, before it ceased to beat completely and everything went silent. Finally, Lucifael was able to let go and Grace fell back onto her bed. He crawled over to her desperately before shaking her.
"Grace! We can play doctor now, or dolls, it is up to you! Just wake up, wake up!"
Lucifael moved her stiff body closer to him, hoping and praying that she had merely passed out and would regain a heartbeat. However, as an angel, he knew that she was dead. Her body felt hollow and the light was gone from her blue eyes, proving that her soul had departed.
A shadowy, humanoid figure appeared at the edge of the bed again. "Well, Lucy," it said, "I do believe I'll be seeing you in Hell. Tell them that Semiazas sent you."
"You killed her," Lucifael spat. "You used me to kill her!"
Semiazas smirked. "Well, what would you expect from a fallen angel?"
Lucifael had departed Earth before Grace's parents found the body, although their misery was with him. The moment he walked through the gates of Heaven, he felt alienated. Lucifael had one thing in mind, that being Grace. Where had she gone?
"Lucifael," a voice said sternly. Raphael was approaching him, a grim look on his face.
"Raphael, where is she? Where is Grace?"
"Here." Raphael gestured to the area around him. "She's joined us a bit too early, wouldn't you say?"
"I was possessed," Lucifael argued. "I would never harm her, I loved her."
"If you had cared for her so much, you wouldn't have exposed her to our world, Lucy."
"She could see us. I didn't make myself visible. She could see me! Please, Raphael, let me apologize to her."
"I'm afraid I can't. You are forbidden to enter the gates of Heaven."
"Is she alright?"
"She's an angel, Lucifael. That's the safest she can be."
"Raphael... let me see her. I'll descend to Hell where I belong, but just let me talk to her."
"I can't. Also, you will not go to Hell, you will go to purgatory where your soul will be healed. Once you finish your time there, you will be judged once more. However, your wings will be burned and you will not regain your position."
"Please, Raphael," Lucifael pleaded.
"I'm sorry. Goodbye, Lucifael."
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