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NEW GOD FLOW - WIDE AWAKE - INVISIBLE

an·gel (njl)
n.
1. A typically benevolent celestial being that acts as an intermediary between heaven and earth, especially in Christianity, Judaism, Islam, and Zoroastrianism.

"Demon." where the voice came from startled the young child, his eyes peering up wildly towards the left. Before he knew it a rough hand, no, a fist smashed into his jaw that collided him into the cement below.

Over the years since his birth he had become... famous. Famed because he was unusual, weird. He stood out especially within this world, his wings, though small, visible to the world. On his birth he had made the news due to his white, celestial wings; religions around the world went into a frenzy due to the child being born to a young drug dealer and an underage woman, Cynthia, in the city of Detroit. How could a child so pure be born to people so baseless, sermons raged. Many thought it was a hoax, a cry for attention from the young woman who grew up in an unstable home life. She made the news more than on one occasion, and soon she became relatively more wealthy than she was.

However her boyfriend, the young dealer named Abraham, had become more and more distanced by the child born from his genes. He was in no way or shape religious, yet as religion became a factor around his family he did indeed turn to god for answers. Was it a joke? Was he meant for something more? Perhaps he was named Abraham for a reason! His mind fluttered, his life spiraled out of control as he tried to clean up his act.

He was shot, and died on the corners of Detroit the day he decided to quit working for a supplier in one of the more popular street gangs. Thus little Gabriel had grown up without a father.

His mother was also a woman who found religion after his birth. Initially she was welcomed to her communities church, and she found solitude in the bible and the speeches the Pastor gave. However, as her child grew and grew, his wings began to develop more and more. "She needs to cover him up," women spoke between themselves, viciously attacking at the fact the child was different from the others. He was blatantly so, and for this reason he was given the most attention. Soon, many church goers found themselves at odds with Cynthia and Gabriel, not seeing how it was possible for an angel to be born in wedlock, and to such a "little slut".

As he grew, the Pastor grew upon him too. Without a father he found the Pastors sermons inspiring, and soon Gabriel understood that he, by definition, was an angel. Jealousy fueled the other children, and as the Pastor grew more and more close to the young angel boy, many parents within the church began to feel the same jealousy. They picked at his flaws, spat upon his name, and held him in low esteem. What made him special other than his wings they questioned. "If he was god sent, he would have performed a miracle!" someone shouted once, anger fueling her as her own child was passed over for Gabriel in recognition.

Through all of this, Cynthia and Gabriel remained steadfast in their beliefs, yet as Gabriel grew older the abuse from humanity began to grow more and more. People questioned his intellect, his physical strength. They poked and prodded, searching for some sort of weakness, or something that made him human. They wanted so desperately to prove to themselves that he was not an angel, and simply was born with a new genetic trait, a disease of some sort. It showed the disgust humanity holds for those different than themselves, society teaching mankind to hate one another and deny what is "impossible". He was the "fairy boy", the "queer", and the "bastard child". No one could spare a single word of respect towards him.

Now, as he lay upon the ground after being hit by an elder boy, his eyes remained open. The tears upon the edges of his eyes prickled the upper portion of his cheek, his cheeks red with anger as he tried to remain pious and endure the abuse. They hated him because he was unique, and that could not be accepted in a world where everyone had to be the same. If you're different, how is that fair to anyone else? Yet, one thing was discovered that day.

He could bleed.

Soon the news spread like wildfire, and when he was seen in public again he was hit, beaten up, had things thrown at him, tossed within trash cans, tormented in the stalls, and treated with utter contempt for who he was. His life was hell, and it only got worse by the time he grew into his teenage years. Despite this he remained an optimistic child, preaching about love and happiness, and he made his mother proud. Due to much of the abuse they moved frequently, trying to find a place where people were accepting of those who were different. Yet as they left from place to place, they found many people who treated them both differently; not simply because of their religion either. Their race was an issue, their names, their clothes, where they were born, their family background, and above all the boys sexuality.

It has yet to be explored, but many students claimed he was gay. He had never kissed a girl, one reason others assumed such horrible things about him. By the time he was fifteen he confirmed that he could not let himself be enticed by women, as he was an angel. He was neither gay or straight, as god preaches to love everyone equally, and judging one based upon their race, religion, or sexuality is not the way of the lord. They spat on him.

Then after his eighteenth birthday, he was tainted. The rumor in his town was that he didn't have a dick, people claimed. They wanted to see, to humiliate him and destroy him emotionally and physically. "Don't worry, if you're an angel then you should have a cock," one grinned while the group of four boys kept him pinned down. He struggled, screamed, and fought as hard as he could. He was more powerless than he liked to admit, and as his eyes turned bloodshot from the tears that endlessly pooled down his cheeks, he could hear someone else "Shouldn't angels have both sets?" and then "It'd make sense for him to have nothing, wouldn't it?"

Shortly after, his pants had been removed, following his boxers. They stepped upon his wings, they called him names and destroyed his dignity. Now they stared upon him, shirt upon his chest folded up, exposed and indecent as he sobbed. "He's a guy!" the group shouted in celebration. One of them stood upon his wings and he cried out in pain, their laughter taunting him. He was dirty, and they left him there at the center of some obscure woods no one would ever think to look, crying in humiliation at the transgression of humanity.

"Why didn't you save me, God? I'm your angel!" he cried out, staring up to the heavens. He hadn't ever been so scared in his whole life, and his lips quivered as eyes closed while he rocked upon his knees, broken.

The next day he began a rapid digression.

He was convinced that god did not exist, and that if he did he was clearly a fallen angel. Why else would he have been born upon earth instead of heaven? Why else would he have been made to suffer, made to be tormented, abused, and defiled by these wingless inhuman assholes that ruled this god forsaken rock. He began partaking in things considered sin, and stopped going to church. He ignored reading the bible, and ignored his prayers. He wanted to be the same, he needed to be the same. He checked with doctors to see if he could possibly ever get his wings removed, and they said that it was indeed possible. It was impossible for him to pay for, the expense of it being only available to those of upper class.

As he returned home, enraged, he tore the wings from his back in screams of pain and rage, and the blood painted his back as he fell unconscious. By the time he awoke he was within the hospital, eyes blurred by the lights above, his back stitched up.

There were no wings, and now he was just the same.

[THE TRUE JIN]

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