Degraded Angels by Roza Amel (book series for 10 year olds txt) 📕

I did not rightly understand. As the angel that always fought for faith, most would expect me to know what I was fighting for, but most of the time I went with my gut instinct; once in a while I did make a few mistakes and those are the mistakes that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
“I want some McDonalds.” She said, looking around. “Can we get McDonalds please?” This girl, she had some of the most well manners I’ve seen in a long while. I didn’t get a chance to answer though, because when I opened my mouth she looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears. “You’re bleeding!” Tears were flowing down her cheeks, “You’re going to leave me too.” She sat on the floor and started sobbing. I looked at her and wondered what she was talking about and I realized where my wings had once been were now bleeding.
Although it was impossible for an angel to die, she didn’t know that I was an angel. So of course, she thought I was dying. I crouched next to her and made her look up at me. “Lizzy, I promise you, by the name of God himself, that I won’t leave you.” I picked her up and held her in my arms. I could see the bags under her eyes, she probably hasn’t had a decent nights sleep in a year and it was most likely because of my kind.
She linked looked up at me through the tears and wiped them away, her eyes shining as bright as they had before. It was almost like the most beautiful stars were seen in her eyes. I opened my mouth and started to sing to her an old Jewish lullaby I once learned long ago.
“In dem bays hamikdosh,
In a vinkl chayder
Zitzt di almone bas Tziyon aley.
Ir ben yochidl Yidele vigt si k'seyder.
Numi, numi yaldati,
Numi, numi, nim.
Numi, numi k'tanati,
Numi, numi, nim.”
Which meant, “In the room of the temple/ In a cozy corner/ There sits a widow all alone/ With her only little child she rocks gently/Sleep, sleep, my little girl/Sleep, sleep/Sleep, sleep, my little one/Sleep, sleep.” I kept repeating the verse over and over again, quietly looking around for a place where I could set her down and find her a place to sleep.
“Where did you learn that song?” She asked, I only looked at her.
“I learned it a long time ago my little girl.” I said moving her hair out of her face. It was true, it was so long ago that I learned that song; I learned it in ancient Islam. The man who taught me it was named Damen, he was a strong man, with a beautiful wife, and a gorgeous daughter. What I wouldn’t have given to trade places with him, especially at this time. He was the man most wished they could be, strong, loving, caring, and never a push over but would do whatever he could to make his wife and daughter happy.
I remember the day, clear as crystal when him and I were walking around the fields at night, and I heard him softly crying while sing that very song. “What is wrong?” I had asked.
He looked at me with such faith and hurtfulness in his eyes that I could tell something very wrong was going on. “Michael, my wife, Levana, she is sick. Sick with something I have never seen before.” I heard him crying, sobbing actually. “Last night she stayed up singing to my daughter, she has the most beautiful voice… But last night, after Hannah had fallen asleep Levana told me she was dying.” He sat by the tree, all I could think was, Why did Azreal have to take such innocent people?
That was the last time I saw Damen, he was such a good guy, but his tears hurt me so much, he could have been a saint if he wanted to but he always said ‘Why be something if I know I’d fail.’ That saying always stuck with me. Why be something if I know I’d fail. It repeated over and over again in my head, why was I protecting this child? Finding her food, a place to sleep, trying to make her live, I was going to fail. I fail a lot, it seems.
I looked at the child that was asleep in my arms and sighed, you are so stupid! You’re going to ruin her life, we both know that. I thought to myself. I sang the song once more, and shut up after finding a motel. Although it was a roach motel, it was a motel none the less. I grabbed a keys, ever since judgment day everything was a low price of nothing, and walked to the room. I checked the room and saw that it had two bed. I set the little girl on the bed and looked in the shower. For a roach motel, it had a pretty nice bedroom and bathroom. Plus it still had hot water.
I went to check on Lizzy and when I saw she was asleep, I decided to go take a shower. I jumped in the bathroom and took off my shirt. I looked at my back in the mirror, my wings were ripped out, a scar went down my back where the demons scratched me. “Damn…” I said quietly, looking down. I turned on the hot water, not making any contact with the mirror anymore, what I had seen was too terrible. My blonde hair was a mess, my normally perfectly white body was torn and scarred, my eyes looked broken, I felt broken, and I broke a little more when I looked at myself…

Chapter Three

When I got out of the shower I quickly dressed and walked outside, Lizzy was awake, watching the open air, whispering something that was unable to be heard. “Hey,” I said, her head snapped to the direction I was in and her eyes, her eyes were black and soulless, the happiness gone from them, not a drop of a soul left to be seen. Then she let out a piercing scream, I jumped back and noticed the way she was moving, it looked uncomfortable and clumsy, something the girl was not when I first had seen her.
"Michaaaeeelll," It said, drawing out my name, the voice was of a demonic power, something no human would be able to take without trembling with fear, but I had stood there, ready for a battle. I'm not sure what kind of battle, or if I would win, but I would try to save that little girl from being that demon's host. "the rightful Lord, Lucifer, wants me to make you an offer you could not refuse. He wishes you to become his... Assassin, I guess some would call it. He said when he takes over the Heavens he would make you the top angel, the Angel of Lords, all for one little signature." The demon said, I felt my hairs standing on edge.
I smiled a sad smile and spit at the girls feet, which she was not really a girl, but I think you all know what I mean. "Shed," I said using the Hebrew name for 'demon'. "I would not make a deal with him if it were the last thing I could ever do on this Earth, Heaven, or Hell." I knew, even as I was saying it, that I just said the wrong things, but at that point I really didn't care.
"Michaaaeeelll, your Lord does not love you, can't you see? He banished you here, as a punishment for something he sent angels to do. He thinks you are expendable, nothing more then a pawn..." Shed said, "He's going to make you live out the rest of your life as a hated person in the soon to be growing population. He hates you."
I looked at him, my feelings a little hurt that he said that about the Lord, was it true, was I nothing more then a pawn? Was I just here to take the fall for the Lord Almighty? These thoughts swarmed in my head as I watched the demon inside the little girl squirm. "Is it a deaaaallllll Michaaaeeelll?" I almost punched the girl in the face, the way the shed said my name annoyed the hell outta me, but I was guessing that wasn't the smartest thing to do.
I looked at him solemnly and nodded my head up and down, "Fine." A scroll appeared in his hand, and a skull pen appeared in his other hand. He layed the scroll on the table and handed me the pen.
"I, Michael Arie-hangel give my allegiance to the rightful Lord Lucifer decadere, and promise to serve under his supervision as The Devil's Assassin. I will not go against Lucifer decadere or I will spend the rest of my days in the fiery pits of Hell when Lucifer decadere takes over with the rest of the unworthy.
Signature x. Michael"
I signed my name, and handed the scroll back to the demon but as soon as it touched his hand the scroll vanished and I could tell his evil presance was gone. Lizzy fell to the ground, and was on the floor crying, I picked her up gently, rocking her back and forth. Trying as hard as I could to get her to relax. But all she was doing was holding onto my shirt for dear life, not letting go. Her tears soaked my shirt as she cried and cried, I held her gently sitting on the bed.
"What happened?" I asked her, rubbing her back gently.
"I-i-i-i saw my MOMMY AND DADDY

!!!!" She wailed, I looked down at her confused and she explained guessing my thoughts. "T-th-they were in a place made of fire and they kept on screaming!" She told me, hugging me. I understood now, she switched places with the demons body while the demon was in her body. Her parents were in Hell.
I held her as she cried into my shirt, sobbing, and finally she fell asleep. But no matter what I did, she would not let go for me to go into my own bed, so I layed down next to her and tried to get some sleep.
* * * *
I was in the streets made of gold, as I looked around I remembered this day. The clouds were gray, there were thunderclouds rolling in, the wind was strong enough to pick up a grown woman and make her fly. I felt my wings on my back, they fluttered in the wind. It was December 20th, 2012 11:40 PM. My eyes went wide as I saw angels fly above head, heading towards the gate to the Earth.
My eyes went wide as I realized what this meant, a small little angel girl appeared in front of me, and said with an innocent little voice. "Sir, the Lord wants to see you." She said and flew away, I flew to the