Menewsha Avatar Community - View Single Post

06-18-2014, 06:20 AM

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Gabriella Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

The sky was covered with brownish colored clouds, the sun was shinning through but not as much as it should it. There were a few light shafts here and there, but it wasn't enough to bring live to the now scorched ground. It was expected from the once flourishing land of Earth. Normally earth would be inhabited by the humans and animals. Large cement jungles and the voices of those going about on their duties. But it's not like that anymore. All that fills the air are the screams of the tormented and the cries of help that go unanswered. The earth is no longer ruled by the humans but by the demons who longed to have the earth as their own. This only meant one thing, Heaven lost the battle with Hell and Hell won the prize: Earth. The humans are enslaved to the demons, at least, the ones who are left alive. Heaven was in shambles and weren't able to fix anything until the 1,000th year.

Hope had been restored, the one to save them had come and it was time for her to the job where many angels couldn't, seal the Gates of Hell and return what was lost. That was the job of the angel. The Angel of Resurrection, however, she couldn't do that. It appeared as though something terrible had happened. She lost her memory, she has no idea what she is supposed to do let alone who she is. The young Angel of Resurrection is named Gabriella, she has to figure out what her job is and what she is supposed to do before it is too late. It had been almost a month since she had flew out of Heaven to escape her duties. She remembers doing something like that, then stops there.

Gabriella sighed lightly as she walked through the twisted and charred trees, her clothes would make her stick out from all the death around her. From her bright golden blonde colored hair to the navy blue and gold colored dress that exposed most of her skin. If it wasn't for the dress, she would be mistaken for a succubus. Her red eyes also would have gotten her mistaken for a demon, no angel has red eyes or dresses the way she does. Well Gabriella was different so what would you expect. She placed her hand on one of the trees and pressed her palm against the charred bark, "You poor thing." She said in a worried tone, guiding her fingers lighting against the bark. She was in one of the former parks, Central Park to be exact, of the human world, a place formerly called 'New york' now called Helloplis.