The Birth – A Tale of Two Quills

You see the records may have been burnt many a moon ago but Angels know of the stories keep hidden deep within the Asylum walls.

For 39 years ago the birth was on a dark stormy eve such as this. Winds, a downpour of rain like one had never saw before.

When I was sent forth to be present at the birth I was new into my wings for they were still wet and not quite spread enough for proper flight. The dwelling was dark and mysterious. I was not told the scene this time as in times before this night.

Upon my arrival to the room I immediately noticed a foul stench which burned the inside of my delicate nostrils to point my beautiful angelic eyes bled. I recoiled into the darkest corner of the room, wrapped my wings tightly around my tiny frame and peered through a small slit where the black feathers had started to part. I could have sworn at this time that I heard a voice similar to the Candy-man deeply saying “be my victim” I took a deep breath of the foul air and shrugged it off thinking this place was just playing mind-fuckery cribbage with me. (move your peg forward if you dare)

The woman lay there screaming get it out of me!

Her abdomen swollen so tightly that it looked like it may burst and spring forth whatever creature lay within it. The entity or entities inside had scared her to the point her skin looked like it might rip.

The Arch Angels tried to prepare me but this! No I was not near ready for this. Voices in my head telling me to protect myself and get out now. But I could not leave. For inside this pulsing round mass was one soul I had to save. It was my assignment.

Go forth Angel, by the time your wings dry and are ready for flight this little lost soul will need you. It is your charge. You must endure whatever pain comes your way and lay a path; give all of your angelic love and hold on tight; for others will need to find a way home. You will start with this soul that we gift to you and through this one-act of kindness other souls will follow of free will and gather in a place they will come to call their home. They will bleed as you will this night and they will feel pain but after the storm passes they too, will find a tranquility they have never know for within your own soul lies a healing light that is the warmest they will ever know. I was afraid but I know this was what I was destined to do. Gritting my teeth and swallowing hard I braced myself against the wall bowed my head and let the pain come in. In those moments I became the Angel of Pain for it was what I was meant to absorb, the pain of the mother who was about to give birth and the pain of the one soul I was to save and take with me.

The first wave of pain hit me like a wrecking ball at full speed. The blow crushed my rib cage and shattered my spine. As I came crashing to the cobble stone floor a brilliant flash of light stung my already bleeding eyes. I struggled for air. My lungs felt as though they were filling up with gallons of water and saw myself drowning but only for a moment. Thank the heavens that first wave came and went quickly.

I took a moment to regenerate my energy center.

The doctors took a moment of their own, looking at an image on a small monitor. It doesn’t look right I heard one of them whisper. We need to get it out now if we want to save the other!

I felt the second wave of pain coming. If I was not mistaken the entire dwelling was shaking as If shifting from it’s very foundation.

The voice again: Angel prepare thy self for this time what you absorb will feel like death! I did and after it was over blood ran from my eyes, my ears, my mouth. I curled up again and readied myself for the third and final blow.

The third blow. It felt as if I were the front of a Mac truck that had been slammed full speed into a brick wall. I collapsed to the ground again, gasping for air, blood everywhere. My wings had retracted back inside me leaving only spikes sticking straight out of my body. The blood. Oh the blood, it would not stop coming.

As this was happening to me the women who’s offspring lay within her still let out the most blood curdling scream I have ever heard. And then all fell silent. As I gathered enough strength to manage to stand I felt my wings emerge once again from my back.

I was exhausted but I got myself to my feet and held myself up on the wall. When I heard the first sounds it resembled a cry, no, a rawboned, cackle ,snarly anomalistic sound. My skin tightened, my chest hardened. I could hardly bear to look but I had to….the first one was here…..

It sprang out of her as if launched out of a cannon at full tilt, landed on the chest of one of the Doctors and tore straight into this throat. Once it completed it carnage in jumped on to a counter-top and glared at me.

Aww Hell No! This is not what you sent me for!!! surely you have not destined me with the spawn of Satan himself! What could I ever have done before my transition to deserve such a punishment?!

No Angel, this is not the one. You must rid the room of this foul beast, but don’t kill it. There is a calling for it later in the journey of the other soul. I know you don’t understand now but one day it will all come together and you will see.

I quickly reached for the first thing that hit my palm. Well if this is what its to be then I shall spare its life. But not before I give it a warning of what is to come should it get out of hand.

Just as I swung it was scooped up into a blanket ans whisked off by a nurse who quickly scurried out of the room and vanished into the darkness.

The Fourth wave of pain hit like a torpedo. It knocked me clear across the room and slammed me into a wall. I heard only one squeal of pain from the woman and she ceased to breathe ever again. As I pulled myself up once again I heard this little angelic noise. Almost a coo and a warmth came over me like I had never felt. I was drawn to it, hypnotised as if I just floated across the room right to it. As I knelt to touch this little hand reached up for my cheek. The touch was warm, almost electric but not so much as to shock or hurt me in any way. As I looked into his eyes another flash of brilliant light and I saw. What I saw was The Path. A brilliantly lit path, glowing with a light you will not ever see with a normal human eye.

Keep him close for he will need protection and will only know you as The Seraph of Light Essence. You will wrap him into your beautiful wings and surround him with Light in the darkest of hours and guide him if he strays.