Angels Demons and Tests of Faith

Angels Demons and Tests of Faith

Summary:

The story is about demons and angels. Satan's grasp on the world is getting stronger every day but his time is getting short. Desperate to have everyone in the world his, he commands his demons to do everything in their power to get the humans to lose their hold on faith and on God.

As the demons lead the humans astray, the angels of the Lord interfere.

"Those angels are always in the way." Satan said, his voice drenched in hatred " Trick them, kill them, seduce them... do anything to distract them and get rid of them."

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.: Prologue :.

It all felt surreal. A fragile dream.
We live life not knowing that this painting
could shatter into a thousand pieces at any moment.


Strong arms shoved open the white church doors. An irritated teenage boy exited hastily and walked down the stairs adorned in assorted flowers. His black pants, hair and shirt clashed with the radiant colors surrounding him.

'Give me a break!' Sigorian inwardly growled as he fisted his hands at his side. 'God this, God that, love and peace – it makes me want to throw up!' As if he needed to sit there and listen to all that nonsense. Why did he even bother coming?

As if on cue, a familiar voice called out his name as he reached the bottom of the stairs. Sigorian turned around. His hostile violet eyes met two gentle chocolate brown orbs. At that moment, it seemed like time slowed down just for him. Just so that he could look into those eyes. He could stare at them forever.

Thats right. He came just for her. His best friend, dressed in a white silk skirt and lacy blouse, Serenity looked like an angel. Serenity... that was her name and it suited her perfectly. She wasn't beautiful but there was some sort of inner beauty that caught everyone's attention. A mysterious, serene beauty that no one could pinpoint.
“ Let's go back inside...” The girl whispered almost inaudibly.

Sigorian held back all the cursing he wanted to shout at her. This must be the only thing he hated about her. God, she's so persistent, even after explaining to her how agitating it was for him to listen to someone spewing the words salvation and “God”,
after all the hardship he's been through. It's so annoying how she'd reason with him with incoherent logic and meaningless words. Couldn't she just give up and respect what he believed? After all, he respected what she believed in. He didn't try to argue with her about “God” or the absence of “God” in his miserable life. It should be evident to her that all her efforts are futile and insignificant.

“ I've had enough of this.” he uttered before turning his back on her and walking away. He could still hear her high heels clack against the stairs, following him.

Sigorian rushed out the church gate and headed home with his eyes downcast.

“ Stop Sigorian!” He heard her scream urgently. How foolish he was to ignore it.

Time was playing with him today, for time slowed down yet once again. He felt warm, gentle arms close around him into a tender embrace – ever so slowly. A strange sensation tingled within him. It was a beautiful painting that lasted only a moment.

The driver of the red chrystler car slammed on the brakes and watched as a girl cries beautiful tears and embraces her best friend. The impact sent the two bodies into the air. All those who stood by and watched the accident were certain that the two were dead.

On that Sunday afternoon, the clouds cried for their pain. Blood drenched the white clothed angel and poured into the concrete... and for the final time, violet eyes looked into lifeless chocolate brown orbs.