Post by Kiel Angelo on Dec 22, 2017 10:29:39 GMT
It would be the last time he came to church. For like... maybe until the end of the week. Look, just because Barakiel was traversing the human lands in search of God (and maybe got a little waylaid along the way), it didn't mean that he had turned his back on the church.
Truly, he felt a little guilty, even when angels weren't supposed to feel. But technically he was shirking his duties by being down here for as long as he had been. There was no huge war so far, so he could reason to himself that he wasn't needed in heaven, but really, what was the purpose of an angel when it wasn't looking after his responsibilities? Absolutely nothing, that was what, and so Barakiel often felt tiny tendrils of guilt.
Which was why he was at church, again. He knew a lot of the flock were trying to get him into the group, but he didn't need to draw any extra attention to himself. Maybe he was being a bit paranoid, but he didn't want to give anyone any ideas of how spiritual he was. Lately, he'd been taking to sneaking around the church, doing his best to keep his head down to discourage any Bible-thumping.
A small voice in his head that sounded remarkably like this body's would silently laugh at his efforts, but Barakiel ignored it for the most part. Milan existed mostly as a voice in his head, almost like it was part of the mechanics of the vessel, but Barakiel didn't mind. Milan hadn't been a bad person; he wasn't bad company in his head.
Barakiel may be slightly crazy, hearing voices in his head, but considering he was an angel walking amongst humans, well, other things were crazier.
No, he would not be made to feel guilty for needing to find God - besides, it wasn't only for himself, it was for heaven too. But still, despite his efforts at denying his guilt, the day still found Barakiel hunched over at the base of one of the angel statues in the courtyard, steadily ignoring what felt like an accusing gaze coming from the stone face a meter or so above him.
THREE SEVENTY
OPEN
RIDERS ON THE STORM
CODING BY GENESIS AT WAYWARD DIARIES
