Praise to my Angel

It was quarter past 8, and I got off the bus at a crossroads. That is where I saw him; at first I just thought it was a strange passerby. With a closer examination though I realized this person was different, they made no movement to signify they had any life, or any thought what so ever. They stood there like a dark statue that had a monstrous purpose. This person also had a strange aura to them that seemed to mimic the feeling of losing a loved one. Then my mind went back to my Sunday school days in church, and the only thing I could rationalize is that it was the devil himself standing in an all black cloak. He was just stood there with a firm stance, almost like he was waiting for something that was very important to him. At first he was looking towards the place where the sun slept, then with a slow 180 degree turn of his head, his scarlet red eyes met mine. Then his body which seemed to move independently from his head, aligned with his deadly eyes, in a strange almost romantic gaze towards I. Then it was then and there I realized the devil was not looking for something, he was looking for someone, and I was his being of choice.

He did not walk towards me, but he made a sort of slithering movement across the street. His body waved from side to side till he stood in front of me. His breath reeked of dried blood, and maggoty meat. Then there was an overwhelming odour of sulphur, and a strange scream that arose from his body that sounded close, but yet it sounded like it came from a great distance. Then I fell to my knees puking, after putting up with his disgusting presence for those few seconds. Then I fell on my side next to my mess, and with a shocked look I saw it was no food that came from my belly, but it was bile, blood, and raven feathers. Then the devil extended his hand offering to help me up, I was confused and reluctant to take it, but it felt like 200 pounds weighed on shoulders and I could not get up on my own. I grabbed his hand and he lifted me off the ground with such ease; I was shocked by the amount of brute strength he had. I brushed myself off and took a quick glance at my puke, and right before my eyes it turned into poisonous snakes. There were 18 snakes that surrounded I and the devil. His head slightly tilted on an angle after the snakes went into their circle then I heard his voice. I was surprised because the sound that came out was not threatening or scary, but it was soothing, and surprisingly pleasant to my ears. He asked me “Are you content with your life?”. I suddenly said “yes of course why wouldn't I?”, then he took a deep exhale of frustration, and said “You lie to me, and I can only say you’re welcome for that.”. I thought about his strange words, and wondered why did he say that? Just when I finished asking that question in my head he laughed out loud, then he exclaimed “Why my child should I not say you’re welcome? I am the reason you can lie!”. I tried to step back but then one of the snakes leaped towards my calf to try and sink its deadly fangs in me. Then the devil grew monstrous claws that decapitated the snake before it could bite me, then all of the snakes around I and the devil, made noises that were ungodly, they were sounds that no snake should have the ability to make. The snake’s dead bodies turned back into their original form of the puke, as if the puke as never disturbed. The devil made a noise of regret like he was upset for the death of his deadly creations, but just as he started to look human; he went back to his unholy self. He then slowly removed his hood, and I closed my eyes in fear for what I was about to see, but I started to relax as if someone gave me a drug that loosened my current mood. I heard his calming voice say “open your eyes”, then I took a deep breath, and I slowly opened my eyes. My eyes were not filled disgust, but awe and jealously, for the devil wasn't some foul beast, he was a good looking man that had a friendly presence to him. Then I saw his eyes, they were the same scarlet red as before, and I tried to remember this isn't a helpful man, but a beast with a sinister purpose. As time went on though his words became more appealing to me, and I started to forget the beast in front of me.

We had a rather delightful conversation for about a half hour, but then his true purpose for his being there became known to me. He looked me in the eyes and said “Remember when I asked you if you were happy with your life?”. I responded with a perplexed “Yes, why do you ask?” He then said “I know you carry hardship in your life, so you are not truly happy correct?”, I was hesitant to answer at first but the words finally came out “ I guess I am not truly happy”. The devil then said “Finally you admit it, now do you want true happiness? The cost for it is rather simple.” “What is the cost?”, the devil then said “ it is your soul my good friend.”Then just after he offered for me to sell my soul for happiness, a heavenly voice arose from behind me, she said “Stop, for you are about to make a mistake!” .The Devil said “what mistake is that?, I offer him true happiness, you should leave so he can have want he wants.”, to which the women responded “ You only tell half truths, you are like a drug that destroys men souls, you get them addicted innocently at first, but then you slowly change them into monsters till they finally die.”. I turned around to see the women whose voice alone made me willing to die for her, and I saw no wrong in her. Her hair, her face, her body, and even her clothes showed that she was perfection. Her presence was warm, and didn't have any hidden agendas to it; she truly wanted to help me. Her hair was long and looked as soft as Egyptian cotton, her eyes were a beautiful mix of green and brown that seemed to shift colour in the light. Her body seemed to be gentle, calm, and symmetrical, she was a beauty that any man would have killed to be around. Her voice was the icing on the cake she could have spoken complete nonsense for hours on end, but her sweet tempting voice would still make it interesting. I inquired to her “what is your name sweet angel?” her response was full of smiles and giggles; she said “my name is Aleshia, and I have been watching you for a while.” I spent half a hour with the devil, but in those few brief minutes, hearing and seeing perfection, I knew who was right. Perfection was right and she went by the name of Aleshia, a true heavenly name.

They both raised their hands out towards me, one offered a deadly gift, and the other just wanted me to be safe. I knew the devil's offer was lies once Aleshia came, but there still was a part of me that wanted his gift. Then Aleshia said “Do you want the death that comes along with his gift? I make no promises of happiness, but I make a promise that we will at least try to make our own happiness.”, after she said that our eyes were locked in loves trance for what seemed to be an eternity of grace. Just as we both were locked in loves embrace the devil shouted “Do you trust this whore over me! She is nothing; I can give you guarantees of happiness! She only gives maybe's and what if's!”. Then I exclaimed “She might give me maybe's and what if's, but I know in my heart she will not betray me in any aspect of my life!, You give me beauty wrapped in pain and suffering, she gives me true happiness, she gives me love.” Just when I finished my sentence the beast's true form became known, it was a weird snake like creature that had fur and features of a wolf. Then he jumped and sunk his fangs in my throat. He then left with a monstrous laugh, but as he left the angel Aleshia came to me. She said “trust that our love can save you, and you will be safe.”, then I gave her a sign of approval through the gurgling noises of my blood filled mouth. Then everything became bright, and I heard a quire of angels signing of Aleshia’s glorious triumph, then all my pain was lifted.

I opened my eyes I was still on my bus, and I just noticed that I had to get off. When I got off the bus though I was confused, everything seemed so real. I looked across the crossroads and no one was there. I just shook it all off, and I went back to my home. I never told anyone about my experience for I thought they would call me mad, so I just went to my computer, and I went on my facebook. As I was searching my news feed I saw her, my angel. She looked exactly the same as my dream, except she looked a little better; I thought how could perfection be challenged? I think she looked better because I could actually talk to her, touch her, and hopefully love her. I sent a message to the angel Aleshia, as I wrote it though I heard a cry in the distance; it was the sound of someone’s complete and utter failure. Now I know the best thing about my angel Aleshia wasn't her beauty, but it was her personality. Everything about me seemed to just fit in perfectly with her. Sometimes when I am with my angel, I feel that feeling of complete loss, then I look in Aleshia’s eyes, and that suffering I felt melts away into the abyss of eternity. Then those horrible feelings are replaced with love and happiness; now I can only trust that as long as I am with Aleshia those good feelings stay with us forever.