Occupational Hazards

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Amriel wasn’t stupid. He knew what could happen if he used the vial. Upsetting the natural continuum of events could be disastrous and revenge wasn’t something he was comfortable with. There were other guardians for that, namely the fates and karma.

However, he could not stop himself from wanting to secure a resolution for Jane now instead of waiting. Heaven was a place of infinity, an endless landscape with no ending or beginning where instant gratification seemed foolish and terribly selfish.  His wings continued to twitch against their confinement as he made his way along the hallways and came upon the wide expanse that was the law firm’s kitchen and lounge, the voice in his head at odds with the one quietly whispering in his heart.

Amriel put a hand on the wall, a wave of nausea tumbling his insides. Angels were made to protect and prod non-believers toward devotion. Instead he felt a cold, sheen of sweat coat the back of his neck when he thought about dumping the black dust into the unattended mug. It hardly mattered that the reaction would be swift and undetectable.

Dear God, he’d changed.

Once a loyal and humble servant, it had all begun to fall apart with the arrival of Jane and her devastated heart. Right or wrong was no longer a consideration, he simply wanted to grant his charge a chance at happiness even if it meant compromising the life of Charles Wakeford.

His queasiness abated and he straightened plunging his hand into his pocket for the vial.

The dust in the flask wasn’t the dark, sinister purple it had been just moments ago. Instead it sparkled and bubbled inside the glass, a red the color of beating hearts, painted lips and swollen bouquets.

Had Nanael and Miniel conspired with the fates on his behalf?

Before he could curse his fellow guardians for their carelessness he spotted a profile out of the corner of his eyes; arms folded tightly against a chest and lips set in a horizontal grimace.

Raguel.

The nausea threatened again and Amriel realized he had precious little time. He covered the space between himself and the mug in three strides, emptying the contents and sealing his fate.

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Amriel: The angel of May

Nanael:  The angel who governs science

Miniel : The angel invoked to induce love

Raguel: The angel who watches over the behavior of angels. 

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Using the following prompts:

 

Studio30Plus’s prompt:

Our prompt comes from Stephanie, at From My Write Side, “And There Was Nothing They Could Do About It.”

“… it all began to fall apart.”

Tipsy Lit:

Risky Business

Tipsy Lit Prompted

And thank you so much to SAM for offering up “The Trouble with Jane” as a title for this series.

You can see all the chapters of The Angel Sagas by clicking the tab at the top of this page. 

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Kirsten is a wife after years of dating, a mom after years of infertility & a lover of shoes, words, NYC and TV dramas. A storyteller and daydreamer at heart, this is the place where her stories come to be told. Thanks for visiting.

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  1. I’ll have to go back and check out the rest of the angel sagas.
    “a red the color of beating hearts, painted lips and swollen bouquets” – love that description
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  2. I’m a sucker for anything angel — this was intriguing! Now I’m going to have to go back and read the rest of them!
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  3. Now I’m curious what the red will do to his intended victim as compared to the black that he’d intended to use. Maybe I need to go back and read the rest of your angels :)
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  4. I enjoy angel stories, and you introduce plenty of tension to keep your reader engaged. I wonder what happens next :)

  5. I like this ongoing story. And I like how you weave the weekly prompt into it. Good job.
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  6. You are such a talented storyteller. It is so easy to get lost in your words and characters. I’m thoroughly enjoying this new story.
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  7. I’m going to have to read more of these angel stories. I really want to know what the red will do, since it wasn’t the vial he believed he had. Wonderful writing.
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  8. Uh-oh…. sealing of fate stirs nausea in MY insides!

    Great description: “a red the color of beating hearts, painted lips and swollen bouquets.”
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  9. There are those who say that angels do not have free will. I like your version better. It makes for a more interesting story–and you never know what is going to happen!
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  10. Kir,
    Not usually a sucker for angel stories, but there seems to be a lot of cool stuff going on here. I love your details like twitching wings and the swollen bouquets. And, as ever, you leave your reader wanting more.
    Laura x
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  11. I love this line: “the voice in his head at odds with the one quietly whispering in his heart.” I’m so in love with this story.
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