Engelskraft: Love of Wasted Angels

Memory Millions of Years

Crowds of people crowded the entrance of the ballroom that was already open with its width. The boisterous sound of visitors shows great enthusiasm to see the world-class art exhibition titled “Angel in Us”. Many of them are officials and public figures who just look around even to buy works worth billions that are there.

Milo stood next to the entrance waiting for Ailey's arrival. With two tickets in hand, he expected the woman to arrive nervously.

“Hey, looking for me?” Sapa Ailey was next to him in all-white clothes and a bag hanging from his arm.

“Finally you came. I thought you wouldn't show up.” Milo said.

“How dare I not appear before an angel? I might have karma.” His ideal.

“Come, we're in!” Take Milo.

They both entered the room. Although it was the second time, Ailey was still amazed to see a row of beautiful artworks there. Maybe because the atmosphere is different so that the admiration felt is different. The excitement of the exhibition that day made Ailey more eager to enjoy the angel-themed art exhibition.

“Details once, yes statues here. Really resembles the figure of an angel actually.” Milo.

“Feeling rivaled with man-made?” Typhoon Ailey.

“Hahaha. Man-made is fragile, no one is able to rival my master's work.”

“I'm curious about the appearance of God. What does it look like?” Ailey asked curiously as she watched the statue in front of her.

“Rupa Tuan cannot be described. Clearly, no one can see the glory of my Lord.” The reply.

Ailey pensively for a moment. If God is so glorious, why is he not healed of HIV by His glory? Does the woman pray less?

Milo who realized Ailey's thoughts immediately switched the conversation, “I'm still curious about the artists who made these works. Where did he get the inspiration to describe my people, huh? Very precise once.”

“As you said, there are many angels working side by side with humans, right? There must be other humans besides me who have seen the real angel. Maybe these artists are too.” Answer Ailey.

“See, this is the painting of the Seraphim! They are lifting praises to the Master with chants and trumpets.” The angel exclaimed with passion.

Ailey chuckled at the angel's behavior. His behavior was plain like a child. It seemed that Milo had not returned to heaven for so long that he looked tacky looking at the work of humans who truly represented the angels of heaven.

The two of them walked through every angel statue and painting with enthusiasm. Some times they see absurd and incomprehensible works of art, but they still enjoy what is on display there. Until Milo's feet stopped at one of the big paintings that made his heart ache.

“Late of The Rebel.” Mumbled Milo read the title of the painting stuck underneath.

Milo answered nothing. He just stared at the dark painting. But not a charm reflected in his eyes, but rather a look of regret as if he witnessed the same thing that the black-winged angel had experienced. His eyes did not blink, as if bewitched by the magical scratches contained in the magnificent artwork he saw.

Ailey watched the angel closely. The same sadness came from his eyes. The anguish experienced by the angel in the painting reflected in Milo's face that could not be hidden.

“You know this painting?” Ailey whispered.

“More precisely, I know the incident pictured here.” Reply Milo with a raucous.

“What do you mean?”

The angel was silent as if he was thinking of something. His mind drifted towards millions of years ago. His eyes glazed over in light of the events of that time.

“I'm one of the rebellious angels.” Answer's short.

***

At that time, the head of the supreme angel of the Seraphim order who called himself Lucifer witnessed the creation of the first man on earth. The master created the first man so full of glory that all beings should bow down and worship him.  The supreme angel's head was troubled by the commandment. As the creation of the Master that was formed since the world was created, he did not agree to be equated, or exceeded by mortal humans. The angel was angry because he was envious and did not want his throne replaced. He protested to the Master and took out all his heart. However, it is not cared for by the Creator. All beings, even Lucifer, must honor the man of His creation.

When the discussion process was no longer working, he incited other angels to follow him. Milo, the junior angel who at that time idolized Lucifer because of the indisputable light of glory took the decision to become his follower. He agreed with the angel's leader. There could be no creature of His creation more glorious than Lucifer. Man was created from the ground, which could perhaps defeat the light of dawn as dazzling as the head of his angels.

Feeling that the balance of the world was beginning to be threatened by the rebellion of Lucifer and his flock, the other high angels invited Lucifer to repent and return to the right path. However, the discussion between angels did not go well. Lucifer attacks the other high angels and chaos ensues in heaven. Great war between the luminous beings was inevitable. Milo who had become a follower of Lucifer did not escape the war. However, they must acknowledge the greatness of the angels of heaven until finally pushed and crashed to the bottom of the earth. Then you sign to separate the rebellious angels from the faithful ones by changing the color of the wings of the rebellious angels into pitch black.

***

Tears flowed down Milo's cheeks. The memory is still imprinted in his mind even though it has passed through various ages. It was clear that regret in his heart would be his decision at that time.

“But I have admitted my mistake. I've come back to Master to serve Him wholeheartedly.” Milo

Ailey could only look at the angel with a pitying face. It turns out that not only had he ever felt the dark period in his life, but Milo had also experienced it. In fact, what Milo felt was much more painful as he lived eternally with bitter memories he could never forget.

“Then, why are your wings dull white?” Ask Ailey.

“Master gave me a mission. Every mission I succeed in doing will wash my wings. That's why the black on my wings started to fade. A little more, I'll get back my clean white wings.” The answer.

Ailey smiled with relief. He saw the angel's hope and determination towards his Master. The woman no longer continued her curiosity to keep the angel's feelings. He looked back at the magnificent painting for some time and left Milo who was still carried away in front of the painting. Ailey wants to give the angel time to reset her heart without being disturbed by her presence.