As I stirred from my slumber, I found myself engulfed in a surreal haze, as if floating on a cloud of uncertainty. Cool air brushed against my skin, sending shivers down my spine and awakening me to a flurry of fragmented memories. Flashes of my descent, like bolts of lightning, jolted through my consciousness, leaving my bones aching and my mind reeling. Faces, places, the stark reality of captivity—all raced through my thoughts in a dizzying whirlwind, their clarity fading as swiftly as they appeared, replaced by an engulfing darkness.
Questions swirled in my mind, each more bewildering than the last. What century was this? Where was I? And why did I feel so utterly lost, adrift in a sea of confusion?
Slowly, tentatively, I reached out, my fingers grazing against the silky fabric beneath me. With cautious movements, I explored my surroundings, my senses taking in the opulent details of the unfamiliar room. White curtains cascaded around a majestic four-poster bed, its mahogany frame adorned with intricate carvings of angels and heavenly motifs. Above, the circular ceiling painted in metallic hues depicted cherubs and harps against a backdrop of serene baby blue clouds—a surreal tableau that seemed to whisper of a world beyond comprehension.
But amidst the splendor, a profound sense of disorientation gripped me. I searched for a name—a shred of familiarity to anchor me to this unfamiliar reality—but found only silence.
Panic welled within me as I struggled to make sense of my surroundings, to grasp onto some semblance of understanding. But in that moment of uncertainty, I knew one thing for certain: I was alone, lost in a realm of dreams and memories, with no guide to lead me back to reality
As I spiraled into a vortex of confusion, my voice erupted into a primal scream, a desperate plea echoing through the chamber of my mind. Darkness threatened to consume me once more, enveloping me in its suffocating embrace.
Yet, as consciousness flickered like a dying flame, I felt a gentle touch upon my brow—a cool cloth soothing the fevered heat that raged within me. The sensation was a lifeline, pulling me back from the brink of oblivion.
Slowly, like the dawn breaking upon a desolate landscape, I emerged from the depths of unconsciousness. But this time, I was not alone. Beside me stood a figure—a guardian cloaked in the ethereal beauty of angels.
He spoke in a language unfamiliar yet achingly beautiful, each syllable resonating like the chiming of bells, the soft echo of his words a balm to my fractured soul. I strained to catch a glimpse of my savior, to etch his visage into the recesses of my mind.
And there he was, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the open balcony. His presence enveloped me like a warm embrace, casting aside the shadows that threatened to consume me. With trembling hands, I reached out, clutching his arm with all the strength I could muster.
He paused, his gaze meeting mine with a gentle smile that spoke of reassurance and solace. In that fleeting moment, I felt a flicker of hope—a glimmer of light amidst the darkness that threatened to consume me.
"It's nice to see you awake. You've been out for days," he greeted me as I struggled to sit upright, his supportive hands gently guiding me against the soft pillows. Grateful, I thanked him, taking a moment to observe him closely.
He possessed a captivating allure, with rich, dark skin complemented by emerald-green eyes rimmed in delicate gold. His lips, shaped like a heart, bore a hint of mocha hue, and his gaze held a serene intensity that seemed to pierce through the veils of uncertainty. Despite the circumstances, I found myself drawn to his presence, feeling a sense of calm wash over me in his company.
As he handed me a cup of steaming liquid, I hesitated for a moment before tentatively taking a sip. The warmth flooded through me, infusing my weary body with renewed vigor. Before I knew it, I had drained the contents of the cup, feeling a surge of energy coursing through my veins.
Leaving my side, he motioned for me to follow him out onto the balcony, and I obeyed, cautiously stepping into the cool night air. The sight that greeted me stole my breath away—a vast expanse of ocean stretched out before me, its endless horizon merging seamlessly with the starlit sky.
The mansion perched atop the mountain offered a breathtaking view, leaving me spellbound by its beauty. Turning to my companion, I felt a surge of curiosity bubbling within me, prompting me to voice my questions.
"Before, when you were by my bed, you were speaking Enochian. Are you an angel?" My voice emerged as a cracked murmur, betraying the myriad of inquiries swirling in my mind.
"My name is Marcus. Yes, I'm one of the original fallen angels during the revolt," Marcus affirmed, his voice carrying a weight of ancient knowledge and wisdom.
Listening intently, I absorbed his words, feeling a flicker of recognition stir within me. "I don't know my name. I know that I'm an angel, but I don't remember who I am. I know the language that you were speaking earlier when I was sleeping. When I saw that your eyes glowed, I knew that mine changes colors. It made me feel safe because I instantly knew you were an angel. There are bits and pieces that I know but the details aren't there. Please tell me that you do know. I was just hoping that he would have some kind of information," I confessed, desperation tinged in my voice.
Marcus's expression softened, understanding the depths of my confusion. "There is a prophecy about you. You are the only one of your kind that exists. You are human, demon, and angel. That adds up to the most powerful fallen angel," he revealed, his words carrying a gravity that sent shivers down my spine.
Marcus's words hung heavy in the air, weighing down on me like a suffocating cloak of dread. "You have an enormous price on your head right now. There is going to be a time that Heaven will call upon you and Hell wants you. Lucifer will send an army of demons after you, and they won't stop at anything. You have to choose which side you want to fight on."
My mind whirled with the gravity of his revelation. Heaven and Hell vying for my allegiance, both seeking to harness the power coursing through my very being. The weight of such a decision bore down on me, the magnitude of its implications unfathomable.
"I... I don't know," I stammered, my voice trembling with uncertainty. Caught between two opposing forces, each with their own agenda and desires, I felt utterly lost and overwhelmed.
Marcus's gaze softened, a glimmer of compassion shining in his emerald eyes. "You don't have to decide now. Take your time. But remember, whatever choice you make, it will shape the course of your destiny."
With those words echoing in my mind, I knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges and dangers beyond imagining. But one thing was certain: I couldn't escape the inevitable confrontation that loomed on the horizon, a battle for my soul that would define the very essence of who I was.
As he continued, outlining the dangers that awaited me, I felt a surge of fear and uncertainty grip my heart. "How powerful am I?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my mind reeling with the implications of his words.
Marcus regarded me with solemnity, his gaze unwavering. "You possess the power to shape worlds, to alter destinies," he replied. "But the choice of how to wield that power—of which path to follow—rests with you."
With a voice trembling with uncertainty, I questioned Marcus, seeking answers amidst the chaos of my mind. And as he spoke of prophecies and destinies, of wars waged between heaven and hell, I felt the weight of my existence settle upon my shoulders—a burden of unimaginable magnitude.
But amidst the darkness, there was a glimmer of light—a spark of hope that ignited within me. For I was not just a lost soul adrift in the currents of fate; I was a being of immense power and potential, destined to shape the course of history itself. And as I stood upon the precipice of destiny, I knew that whatever path I chose, I would do so with courage and conviction.
For I was not just an angel. I was something more—a force to be reckoned with, a beacon of light in a world shrouded in darkness. And with Marcus by my side, I would face whatever trials lay ahead, unafraid and unyielding in the pursuit of my true destiny.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Angel Contract
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