Underneath the world that we know is another world. One populated by things one would read about in a fantasy novel. Angels, demons, monsters, and everything in between. All of these groups entered in a covenant with the Almighty, surrendering the world to man. Man had dominion over Earth, but they weren't the only ones who lived on it. When that covenant was broken by anyone from any of the groups, the world of man was left to handle things as best they could.
But why did it have to be this way?
Such a question was considered blasphemous and alone would have been enough for an angel to be thrown out of heaven. But Raizel's circumstances were different. Instead of waiting to be ordered to move by the Almighty, he decided to move himself. He went to the human world and began to take action himself. Such a thing, as you could image, did not go over easy with his superiors. When Raizel decided that he was ready to go back to Heaven, he found the Gates wouldn't open for him. The keeper explained that he would have to remain on Earth until he gained permission to re-enter Heaven.
He wasn't stupid though. He knew that that would probably never happen.
Raizel wasn't exactly making a living here in the mortal world. He was living in the woods in the middle of a park now. With every passing day, his once golden blond hair was becoming darker, his once golden eyes fading to a shade of amber. His skin was a pale tint at tone point in time, but it was becoming more and more tan with every passing day. He had nowhere to go to escape from the rays of the sun. His only form of shade, or housing for that matter, was the canopy of trees above him. Well, there were plenty of places that he could have gone, he just didn't know of any. He was wearing a robe that was plain white in color, trimmed with gold near the seams, the collar, and the cuffs. The pants he wore were a plain white in color, while his shoes shared a color scheme closer to that of the robes. The once spotless clothing was steadily becoming dirtier as the days went on, becoming smudged with dirt and grass much like his skin.
His other big problem? Hunger. It was a pain that he never had to deal with before in his long life, and one he never felt like he would be able to get used to. The only thing that had been keeping him going were the wild berries that he had been able to find growing on some of the bushes. Some of the made him feel ill - another feeling that he had never felt before - while others were actually quite good. Raizel usually slept out in the open, exposed to the elements. It was warm out at nights, but would soon be getting cold from what he over heard people saying more and more frequently. He didn't know what he would do when that happened, but he would figure something out.
There was one thing that often bothered him nowadays, and that was his mortality. Could he die? What would happen to him if he die? Such a think wasn't something that he was interested in testing out. For now, he still had his ability to sense other beings. He knew how to find the ones who were disturbing the balance and he still had the power to take care of them. How much longer that would last he did not know.
As of late, because of all of the different pains he had been enduring, his movements were steadily becoming slow and more sluggish. He was often spotted during or after fights, and usually when he returned to the forest. By now, there were rumors spreading like wildfire throughout the city of an angel that lived among them. Most people didn't believe it, and those who did were usually religious nuts who tried to make him out to be some kind of false God, a being of darkness masquerading as a being of light. They judged him without knowing anything about him or the truth about their world.
These were the people that he had thrown everything away to save, a people who didn't believe in him.
Raizel was sitting on the ground in the woods. The spot where he was sitting was on a hill overlooking the playground. Seeing the people who came here with their children was a reminder of why he was fighting so hard. It was for the future, and for those who had something to protect that just couldn't. It was night time now, so there was no one there. The temperature was as warm as it had been since he had been there, but there was now a slight chill in the air. It was starting to get cold.
But why did it have to be this way?
Such a question was considered blasphemous and alone would have been enough for an angel to be thrown out of heaven. But Raizel's circumstances were different. Instead of waiting to be ordered to move by the Almighty, he decided to move himself. He went to the human world and began to take action himself. Such a thing, as you could image, did not go over easy with his superiors. When Raizel decided that he was ready to go back to Heaven, he found the Gates wouldn't open for him. The keeper explained that he would have to remain on Earth until he gained permission to re-enter Heaven.
He wasn't stupid though. He knew that that would probably never happen.
Raizel wasn't exactly making a living here in the mortal world. He was living in the woods in the middle of a park now. With every passing day, his once golden blond hair was becoming darker, his once golden eyes fading to a shade of amber. His skin was a pale tint at tone point in time, but it was becoming more and more tan with every passing day. He had nowhere to go to escape from the rays of the sun. His only form of shade, or housing for that matter, was the canopy of trees above him. Well, there were plenty of places that he could have gone, he just didn't know of any. He was wearing a robe that was plain white in color, trimmed with gold near the seams, the collar, and the cuffs. The pants he wore were a plain white in color, while his shoes shared a color scheme closer to that of the robes. The once spotless clothing was steadily becoming dirtier as the days went on, becoming smudged with dirt and grass much like his skin.
His other big problem? Hunger. It was a pain that he never had to deal with before in his long life, and one he never felt like he would be able to get used to. The only thing that had been keeping him going were the wild berries that he had been able to find growing on some of the bushes. Some of the made him feel ill - another feeling that he had never felt before - while others were actually quite good. Raizel usually slept out in the open, exposed to the elements. It was warm out at nights, but would soon be getting cold from what he over heard people saying more and more frequently. He didn't know what he would do when that happened, but he would figure something out.
There was one thing that often bothered him nowadays, and that was his mortality. Could he die? What would happen to him if he die? Such a think wasn't something that he was interested in testing out. For now, he still had his ability to sense other beings. He knew how to find the ones who were disturbing the balance and he still had the power to take care of them. How much longer that would last he did not know.
As of late, because of all of the different pains he had been enduring, his movements were steadily becoming slow and more sluggish. He was often spotted during or after fights, and usually when he returned to the forest. By now, there were rumors spreading like wildfire throughout the city of an angel that lived among them. Most people didn't believe it, and those who did were usually religious nuts who tried to make him out to be some kind of false God, a being of darkness masquerading as a being of light. They judged him without knowing anything about him or the truth about their world.
These were the people that he had thrown everything away to save, a people who didn't believe in him.
Raizel was sitting on the ground in the woods. The spot where he was sitting was on a hill overlooking the playground. Seeing the people who came here with their children was a reminder of why he was fighting so hard. It was for the future, and for those who had something to protect that just couldn't. It was night time now, so there was no one there. The temperature was as warm as it had been since he had been there, but there was now a slight chill in the air. It was starting to get cold.