My dream is vivid tonight, I see my father pushing me on a swing, my mother watching us with a smile. I know it isn't real and never was but for a moment I pretend that we were normal and that I had a childhood filled with laughter. The truth is sometimes too hard to bare.
I wake to a sharp tug on my wings and the rattling of chains. A guard secures my wings together, while another binds my hands and shoves a horse bit into my mouth to keep me quite. A collar is locked around my neck and they use the leash attached to lead to the Master's office.
I flexed my wings as being held together made me uncomfortable. A hard tug on my collar made me glance up, "Move it angel boy." The guard laughs.
I cast my eyes down, it wasn't always like this. Angels used to be treated like humans as were the demons in the world, we co-existed. However, 100 years ago Lucifer stepped foot on earth and it wasn't enough for him, he wanted the angels to be below the demons. Michael, the archangel, then came down and they fought. The serpent that is Lucifer, unlike Michael, fought without honor. Sadly, Michael's honor was his downfall, the serpent slayed him. The remaining angels scattered across the world and hid, those that were found became slaves. My father and mother were caught while my mother was pregnant, she was unable to run and father refused to leave her. When I was born they tried to runaway with me, but they were caught. They suffered the same fate as Michael.
Once inside the office I was shoved to my knees, I sit back on my ankles, my eyes cast on the floor. When heavy footfalls approached, my Master stood to greet his visitor, "I see you found the place well. When you called I immediately thought of Joshua. I hope you like him."
