Commission - Angel by L3monJuic3 on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Sorrow brought her low. For a moment, her wings failed her as she came tumbling to the ground. Yule caught herself just before she slammed into the ground, straightening herself upward, and landing on her feet.

The angel surveyed the ruin before her. Overwhelmed. That best described the sickening feeling that struck at her very heart. Hopeless in the face of hordes of the dead. At that moment, she heard prayers, screams, and pleas from so many. All are asking the Good Lord for His protection, that he may dispatch his Angels to protect the realms, as was promised.

And yet, Yule found herself but one against countless. So many souls, so little time. So many dead, only one spear.

Then she saw one of those souls that called for her. But a boy, small, young, fresh-faced, running from a hobbling horde of the dead. It's was in that boy's fightened expression and pleading voice, that she felt her wings rise, her spirit grow in strength, her resolve renewed.

Yule conjured a gale as she soared to the heavens for a strike below.

Perhaps she would die. Perhaps the dead would overwhelm her, and the ravenous hordes would devour her. Perhaps she'd be forgotten; one more angel lost to an endless sea of the dead. That did not concern her.

Perhaps that death would say another. Perhaps she'd turn the hordes, and send the dead shambling to there graves. It did not matter if she earned remembrance, nor praise! Glory would be found in those acts of good, done in spite of the yawning maw of the abyss.