IntroductionA Chapter by Dark Angel ~This is probably the best part of the whole story... it goes downhill from here, in my opinion.... PROVE ME WRONG! PLEASE!!!!
Imagine an angel.
Yes, simply an angel, that will do for now. The picture that comes to mind is a beautiful creature, clothed in white, with pure white wings and a halo. Oh, and we can't possibly forget the pure white light that all angels are surrounded with. Yeah, okay. Now take that picture, and keep it in mind. Don't forget it. There was a boy- yeas, a boy- named Liam. It doesn't matter when or where he grew up, just know that he did. Early on in life, he chose a path that he really shouldn't have. When he was five, a voice in his head whispered to him that he should perhaps take his mother's cooking knife and maybe shove it through said mother's chest. There had been a small voice telling him not to do it, that it was wrong; but that voice was quickly silenced by the little five year old. Liam's dad put him in an orphanage when he was six. By then (with Liam's mom dead) he had figured out that Liam was too much of a handful and that they'd both be better off apart. Poor Liam didn't care. He spent most of his life in that orphanage- until he was let out at age seventeen- because no one wanted to adopt him. At age thirteen, he became a satanist. Oh, but he was smart... it's a shame, really, that a boy so brilliant should be so evil. If he had used his smarts for good he could've turned out a doctor, or maybe even president. Unfortunately, he wasn't going to get that far. He died at the age of twenty-one from unknown causes. Of course, he was sent to hell, where he was welcomed by Lucifer with open arms. Oh, Liam's joy at that moment. But that changed quickly. Liam's humanity finally caught up with him- in his afterlife as a demon, of all times. He grew miserable. Causing pain and misery caused him the same, but with guilt. He tried his best to hide it from his master, but he couldn't. Because of this, he was beaten, beaten so very, very badly. To the point of unconsciousness- yes unconsciousness in the afterlife. Only in hell.- every time. The beatings didn't stop the feelings he was getting; in fact, they intensified each time. His guilt morphed into regret, then the desire for a second chance. The beings above, the ones in Heaven, they saw Liam's peril. They watched him struggle. The One- some may call him God, others may call her Goddess (because they're the same being)- wanted to take him in, but it was never done before because of the risks that came with it. Eventually, Liam's pain became too much to watch. The One took him in and made him an angel. So you remember that angel you brought up earlier? Bring him back up. ~That halo? Take it, throw it away. This angel doesn't have one. ~The wings? They're the exact opposite of pure white. Deep black, almost shiny... ~"Clothed in white"? Yeah, not him. Liam wears whatever he wants... which means lots of dark colors. ~White light? He sucks all the light from a room. Oh, but don't worry. He is beautiful. He has to have something gong for him. Fifteen years ago, he was assigned to a little girl named Izzy. This is their story. His, of being redeemed. Her's of being loved. Both, of being saved. © 2011 Dark Angel ~Author's Note
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Added on May 30, 2011Last Updated on May 30, 2011 I Need To Be Saved By You.
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By Dark Angel ~AuthorDark Angel ~Where am I, exactly?, FLAboutIzzy. Short for Ismode. I write... All the time xD sadly, I don't have the time to post them here. I'm nerdy, a choir geek, and probably really, really weird. I tend to be quiet until I get to know y.. more..Writing
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