From Heaven To Earth (The Faith of the Fallen)
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Authors: Sherrod Wall
Copyright © 2013 Sherrod M. Wall
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Published by Ensenada Publishing
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First Revision August 2013
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Tonight I felt his eyes on me. He never says a word to me anymore, but
how I wish he would. Watching me has changed him forever. Men seem to fear
change more than anything, even a man as unique as him. I used to fear him
once. Now that my dance has cleansed his soul, I am only afraid he will never
speak to me again.
Years ago Gerald asked if I dance to deal with my regrets,
my hatred and my sadness. Others wonder if I put those dark things in my art.
At one time I did, but not now, not anymore. I dance with them and they with
me. By the end of the night pain knows pleasure, sadness has a reason to smile,
and hate has a reason to love its enemy. I really believe when people watch me
I don’t just connect with them, I change them like that: instead of forcing
wrongs down to a place where they breed, they accept the past as pieces of
their soul, pieces they would never want to replace. They can look in the
mirror and say: I’m human, but my love is godly, and I have a future.
It might be naïve, but I believe I can share that with anyone, even the
coldest of souls, one night at a time, one audience at a time. I guess that’s
why I dance, to light up the darkness.
If my fallen angel can let go of his evils and embrace me as an equal,
then love is unstoppable. It gives me hope not only for humanity but for the
angels and demons we share our world with too.
An entry from Eliza Trich’s diary, July 11, 2012
Lust had always stained Gerald’s angelic soul. Lucifer only made him
aware of it. Lucifer had not created it, instilled it or forced him to rape,
murder and steal. Gerald had made those choices himself.
The fallen angel’s wings throbbed with a dull ache whenever he moved
them: a constant reminder of his past transgressions against God and Heaven.
Some nights he believed in himself and in change: that he could change
and had changed. Most nights he knew his indelible desire only hid and awaited
a time of weakness to resurface.
Gerald spent his nights searching for companionship under the guise of
beautification enchantments. He slept during the day. Where he slept depended
on his evening’s success. Usually he ended up on the street.
This night he visited a club to watch a woman who had changed his life.
Gerald vividly recalled the first night he saw her petite, lithe body,
clothed in a black lacy cami and white fitted Adidas pants.
He wanted her, but he could not bring himself to take her as he did other
women. His urges vanished within a minute of watching her. Every night she
whirled gleaming balls hooked to cords around her pale skin to thumping
electronic music.
Swirling hues shone through their crystal clear surfaces like nebulae in
the semi-dark. Like a dance goddess she brought order to the chaotic dance
floor: everyone always stopped to watch her.
Instead of kidnapping her and taking advantage of her like any other
woman he had wanted in the past, he felt an unnatural desire to introduce
himself.
Her name was Eliza Trich.
He told her how her dancing amazed him and asked if she could teach him
the basics.
He whacked Eliza’s long curly brown hair out of its bun on his first try.
She laughed, and he laughed with her: it was a broken raspy cough of a laugh,
but it was Gerald’s first genuine moment of joy.
Afterward he realized something had changed in him. He could not pinpoint
it specifically: but he felt content. He had not felt the like since he had
fallen.
Eliza had to say his name at least ten times to get his attention. He had
been in awe of the completeness blooming inside himself. He apologized, gave
her balls back and told her he would let her do the dancing.
Gerald came back to watch her frequently and tried to stay out of sight.
Somehow, Eliza always knew when he was watching, and made it a point to give
him a hug, though he never really returned her affections. He feared if he let
himself he would lose control and take advantage of her ignorance.
There was no way she knew what he was capable of, and if she did she
would want nothing to do with him.
Her ability to cleanse his negativity made him fear her. He did not
understand how she was changing him, but he was grateful.
Eventually she stopped noticing him, and while he missed her he knew it
was better that way. Regardless, he slipped tips in a hat she kept at her feet
whenever he had extra cash.
It had been several months since he had seen her, and as he watched her
now it brought a grin to his face. He waited for her to turn her back to him so
he could slip her a tip.
He placed a Benjamin in her hat.
“Thank you for believing in me,” he whispered as he turned away from her.
She smacked him with one of her balls.
“Hey! You’re just going to ignore me? It’s been forever.”
Gerald sighed and turned to her golden-green eyes.
“Hey, Eliza. You’re right. It’s been a while.”
He smiled at her.
“A while is an understatement. Your nose is bleeding. I didn’t do that
did I?”
Gerald wiped it with his hand.
“It just does that. No idea why.”
She took his other hand, dragged him to the bar and grabbed some napkins
for him. He wiped his nostril and held a napkin against it.
“Why don’t you ever say hey anymore Gerald?” she asked. “You think I
don’t notice you, but I do. Whether I see you or not, I dream about you. I
always have horrible dreams about people that watch me frequently.”
“What are your dreams like?” Gerald asked, and checked the napkin. The
bleeding had stopped.
“Of you?”
“Sure.”
“You do awful things to people...”
Gerald stood to leave. He always knew someday she would find out who he
really was. There was no reason to pretend he was any different.
She gripped his arm.
“You don’t scare me Gerald. Please stay.”
He sat back down and looked into her eyes.
“Can I tell you something? Something I’ve always wanted to say to you?”
Gerald asked.
She smiled at him.
“You can tell me anything Gerald. I’ve missed talking to you.”
“Eliza, somehow you take my pain away and give me hope. Hope and comfort
I haven’t felt in... well, a long time. You are mesmerizing; you’re the only
human... I mean person... that has made me feel this good.”
She hugged him, and he couldn’t help but smile and let himself sink into
her embrace.
“I’ve seen you do terrible things in my dreams, but I always enjoy seeing
you. In my dreams you have wings. Did I tell you that? Gerald? Are you...”
Gerald could not hear.
His vision blurred to black.
He braced himself for God’s voice. Angels knew it as more than just a
sound: it was the most euphoric experience they could ever hope for in their
lives, second to completing their daily mandates.
But, Gerald had not been an angel for a long time.
Heat exploded in Gerald’s head. A low chorus of hums escalated into
wavering shrieks. Though Gerald wanted to shut it out he had to listen and let
the initial shock pass. He felt like a cymbal being struck repeatedly. He never
knew if his body was actually vibrating or if it was all in his mind.
Just when he thought his human host’s innards were going to explode, the
screeching ceased and became a singular voice. He could barely hear it, like
God spoke from deep within a cavern with Gerald listening at its mouth.
He is on his way. Expect his arrival tomorrow night. His free will has
unlocked his limitless potential to learn and adapt. At this point I can no
longer predict his capabilities or who he will become. Be cautious with him. I
wish you luck,
God said and left Gerald’s mind. Images flashed in his
mind’s eye and dizziness followed. Thankfully God’s messages had always been
curt.
Gerald regained consciousness.
“Uh, Gerald.”
He realized his head was on her chest.
“Oh. Sorry. Guess I had too much to drink.”
He cracked an apologetic smile.
“It’s fine. They’re glad they cushioned your fall.”
They laughed at each other.
Gerald tried to etch her chortle into his memory. It was likely the last
time he would hear it.
“I have to go,” Gerald said.
“So soon?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I’ll be around.”
“Ok. Hey, do you want to stay at my place? I know you never have a place
to sleep. I saw that in my dreams too. You should come over. I’ll cook you some
food. I’ll have your leather jacket cleaned and I can get you a new outfit?
People tip me all the time here... I don’t even need a real job anymore.”
She giggled.
“Nah. I can’t.”
“It would just be on the couch. You can come and go as you please.”
“You’ve seen who I really am. You know I can’t.”
Her button nose wrinkled, and she closed her eyes tightly. Gerald thought
she was going to yell at him. Instead, she sighed and turned her face away from
him.
“Fine. Alright.”
Her disappointment brimmed Gerald’s eyes with tears, and he looked away.
He could not remember the last time something had moved him in such a way.
“Gerald stay away from the angel!” she blurted out.
He turned at her exclamation, forgetting his emotions.
“What did you say?”
“Are you... crying?”
He wiped his eyes.
“No. What did you say?”
“I know you’re going to meet an angel. Please, Gerald. Just come back to
my place. Don’t go to him. I have dreams about your future too. The angel and a
demon with black skin... they’re going to kill you.”
Gerald smiled, and laughed. He loved dark clubs: he could smile without
being self-conscious of his rotting teeth.
“That’s impossible. I know this angel would never harm me, Eliza. And I
know I’m not much to look at, but no demon would have the balls to take me one
on one. How do you know so much about all this?”
“Just come home with me.” She cupped his rough face in her velvety hands.
“We’ll figure it out together. I promise.”
Gerald leaned out of her reach.
“I can’t. Even if you were a bona fide prophet I would still have no
choice. This angel is going to protect us. Everyone. That is why he is coming.
It is my duty to meet him.”
Eliza shook her head and took one of his large calloused hands in hers.
“I know what I see, Gerald. Please. I care about you.”
“I can’t. You shouldn’t care about me. I could never care about you... I
could never let myself be close to a human.”
She let go of his hand.
“You don’t mean that.”
He looked into her golden-green eyes. He wanted nothing more than to
caress her soft round, freckled face, and kiss her pouty lips. It would be the
easiest thing he had ever done: to kiss her tears away.
But, he knew it was not what he was meant to do.
He had his orders, his charge and his oath of fealty to honor. He needed
redemption.
“I do. I came to say goodbye. Thank you for everything. Take care of
yourself.”
He stood and walked away before he could see her tears. Where he had to
go she could not follow. He hoped that she would let go.
“Gerald!”
He heard her call after him and the tears came back. He wondered if he
would be able to let go.
Based on the image God placed in his head, Gerald believed the angel
would arrive in the slums a few miles away from downtown. He would begin his
search there.
