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“Hey Simon?”
The voice is soft spoken, barely a whisper over the sound of seagulls calling and waves crashing over the rocky shore. Ryland cranes his head down to gaze at the man dozing in his lap.
“Do you remember the first time we met?”
Simon slowly cracks an eye open. The sun had started to dip past the shoreline, giving the fog a pleasant golden tone. Last rays of light caught streaks of the blonde’s hair giving him a halo.
Angel
“Hm… Sometimes.”
His voice was deep with sleep. Simon vividly remembered how they first met. How could he not? Being saved by The Grace of God was not an event easily forgotten, nor was seeing an angel in person for the first time.
Pain. It was all pain. Burning, tearing, suffocating iron and pain. Simon knew he was dead. He knew this was the end of his sentence and would finally be judged for his sins. A death befitting of the crimes. No one was coming to free him. Blood seeped into his eyes, his ears, his mouth, his lungs, permeating thick tendrils filling veins and arteries. Muscle and sinew cracking under the pressure of so much blood. Time seemed to stop as he floated in eternal torture. The ship was creaking from all of the pressure. More of those blood vines wrap around his last arm and pull. But the vines lose their grip? Simon hears muffled yelling as his arm is grabbed again. The smothering heat coating his face and filling his lungs is starting to lessen. This can’t be real. It is another trick from that hellish monster. He starts to struggle against the pull.
“Rocky! Holy moley they’re alive. Rocky help!”
Blood clears from Simon’s eyes enough to only be overwhelmed by blinding, golden light. A silhouette of a man before him. Hands grip his shoulder as he is dragged from the oppressive liquid.
“A-angel?”
He coughs and gags on the word, blood pouring from his mouth. Simon could swear there were wings behind the man before his eyes rolled into the back of his head.