"Their faces are oppressive and filled with woe
And even though they weep, their presence has a glow
You cannot see them but they're always there
The Lost Ones watch with their unsettling glare
The angels seek for them and the demons catch
But the Lost Ones hide and refuse to be fetched
They scare the humans who still walk on Earth
For they are jealous that the humans can be birthed
Each day is a misery and very un-flattering
As the Lost Ones watch the humans chattering
They cannot speak but only cause fear
To the humans who stand there, who draw near
Such little hope are the Lost Ones' hearts
For it is bleeding and bleeding from many parts
But there could be a glimmer of hope
All they have to do is wait and cope
The archangels will one day deliver them from despair
To all the Lost Ones there, here, and everywhere."
With a flap of delicate, neatly feathered wings, Gabriel lifted to the sky in pursuit of most humanís paradise: Heaven. Numerous stars flashed by her as she traveled towards a particular bright light, no light that nary a living human would ever witness. Now, the path to Heaven was quite an intricate way to fly, but, living since creation, every archangel had it memorized back in forth. That also includes the Bible, the Torah, the Book of Enoch, and others. Gabriel carefully flew left, right, right, left, up, up, down, right, left, down, up, up, left, two paces right, and another left, up, down, and then she would be there. Her tiny wings folded in and she landed on the soft ground of Heaven. Many angels scrambled towards her to ask of news, but she simply shook her head in grief and walked away.
Having such low confidence, Gabriel, not once in her life, had ever admitted she had done a good job. This reason was definitely unknown, for she was the favored angel, she was Godís right hand, and had practically devoted her everything to making all the wars stop. Gabriel doubted her abilities, and wondered why her big brother, Michael wasnít the favored one. He had the willpower and simple brute strength to cast his own brother out of Heaven, while the Gabriel just watched in terror, quietly praying for it to be over. And after that day, she had wondered if it hurt Michael just as much as it hurt her. Yes, Gabriel remembered the war fondly, a nightmare she would forgive, but never forget. Screaming angels fighting for God, and Luciferís angels shoving knives in their backs, tearing away at their flesh, while the archangels tore off Luciferís angelsí wings. All the bloodshed, all the pain and sorrow that dayÖIt had casted a great cry all over Heaven and even Hell as well. But the only thing Gabriel wanted to say, no, wanted to scream, was why? Why did it all happen?
Walking along the soft surface of holy ground, Gabriel made a turn to give news to another archangel. Surely they would report it to God for her, lest she hide her face in guilt. All the Lost Ones she retrieved were only half of them. 2 out of 4 in Georgia, 4 out of 8 in Washington, and about 1 out of 2 in New Jersey. Exactly and precisely, the Lost Ones findings were cut in half, and, even so, Gabriel had let herself become discouraged by the whole predicament. Sure, it had been raging on for years, but who could get used to the idea of giving whole effort, but being rewarded half the prize? It even made her a little frustrated and stressed, but that never got her anywhere, or so she was told by God. But even so, life wasnít as glamorous as any Earthwalker would imagine it to be. Archangels had the greatest burden in Heaven, carrying out tasks, some big, some little, some even that could lead to their end if they didnít perform it correctly. But they were favored amongst many, so it paid off in the end.
No archangel created by God had ever failed a task that he commanded, so it was all okay. If an archangel had gotten too prideful, like Lucifer, it was Michaelís job to cast it down to Hell and rip off its wings, which Gabriel thought would be quite painful, considering an archangelís wings were the most sensitive place on their body. But no demon shouldst ever learn that secret, even though the obvious was right in front of their gruesome blood shot eyes.
Scanning the area around her, Gabriel realized there was no archangel in sight, so she sat down on the holy ground that claimed to be Heaven, and shut her eyes for a brief moment. Perhaps Lucifer will give up this game and things could go back to the way they were. Lucifer being down in Hell, the archangels delivering news, God watching his somewhat peaceful world, and a balance between chaos and luxury. That was what Gabriel the archangel aimed forÖand she had determination in her heart that she was going to get it, whether dead or alive.
Matthew River jumped off the bus in New York City, breaking into the crowd of crude and shrewd people. The greyish New York sky did not fit his light sunny hair well, as his emerald eyes were a problem in that too. Cocooned in dark jeans and a grey hoodie, he had on the perfect clothes for blending in and decreasing the chances of being discovered. Recently, about six days ago, Lucifer had encountered yet again, another demon who seeked for a medium's assistance. This made the 19 year old flee the scene, and has been on the run ever since. Now he was in the famous American city, NYC, a great place to confuse any demon, considering there were millions of people here. But even so, he had a wary feeling that these people were just as demonic as real demons.
As Matthew gazed around, unusually taller than other people in the strings of crowds, he pushed his way through and walked into a hair salon, hoping to conceal himself from any danger. Just because he was surrounded by things that seemed like people, didn't mean they were people. So, the boy just plopped down in a red chair and waited for awhile, waiting for the crowd to clear out.