Earthbound Angels Part 1 Read Free

out of Heaven was to set him up as a very wealthy man who'd never want for anything. War and famine had come and gone, but he had not perished like other humans.
    He had survived, had helped humans who had worked for his companies to survive. He was an angel. He had the ability to save humans from themselves, to correct their weaknesses and set them on the right path. If called to do his duty, he was ready to perform it to the best of his ability, stronger than that of any mere human. Like a dark knight he came, his loyalty still to his mission, the calling he considered his redemption.
    He had done so, would do so, every time.
    As if that could protect him from the world's woes.
    His lack of empathy for these hapless creatures here no longer seemed to be as complete as when he had first arrived. He had met a few of them that piqued his interest, but as history was his witness, these special humans had perished at the hands of their ruthless, uncomprehending brethren.
    So how could they warrant his sympathy? He honestly could not understand them. They were the only self-destructive creations in the universe. They destroyed the best of those who were spawned from their loins and left untouched the most venal and corrupt, even rewarded, promoted and set them up as moral examples. How could the Father look upon these creatures as His children?
    That still bothered him. It wasn’t jealousy; he simply could not understand. Erick had always been wary of senselessness – it opposed everything he had seen and understood in his former state of being, where all events had meaning and purpose. He was not someone who could tolerate phenomena that had no meaning or importance.
    He tried to find answers. In fact, he had spent many years and travelled thousands of miles in search of a solution to this problem of why humans, who were capable of imagining and striving after the idea of the divine, and could even offer a glimpse of it in their most lofty achievements; refused to follow that vision into their conduct. Human wars and the horrifying atrocities he had witnessed left more than a bitter taste in his mouth. These things led him to wonder whether humans were irredeemable, and not even worth trying to save.
    So he hid. It was not that he had given up on the human race - he had no choice about the matter. He simply wanted to be rid of them for a while so that he could cleanse his mind of the horror he had witnessed and regain a sense of who he was.
    Unfortunately, his many years of self-imposed isolation where the only human contact he had were his business associates, was wearing a little thin.
    He had no friends and had never really cared to make an effort to gain them. These women on Earth were terrible flirts and he found it difficult to go out to nightclubs for that very reason.
    He wanted to drink alone and listen to live music. He wondered how beings so depraved could create such beautiful music, each example of which could evoke a whole world of beauty and cause time to stand still. But women wearing grotesque makeup, eye-watering designer perfumes and slutty clothes were constantly trying to get close to him. He wanted no part of them.
    So what was it about this one woman that had him so enthralled?
    She was quite attractive in an unconventional way; he would admit to that. She was rather short, 5'2" or 5'3", with a small build, but not too thin. Her hair was a lovely natural light blonde that reached the middle of her back, pulled back in a ponytail.
    That was all he could tell about her from where he sat across the street in the coffee shop.
    Yet it was enough to capture his attention.
    He wondered about the reasons for his interest. He had met women more remarkable, more conventionally beautiful than Hollianne. He had mingled and sometimes enjoyed socializing with what was considered the cream of the crop.
    But physical beauty could only be that; physical.
    Most women attached so much importance to what they presented to