Angel's Work

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud. He approached and bowed one last time to the almighty, he turned his back on his creator and left the council with no remorse. His heart had gone black and so did the world around him when he left his home in heaven and entered the world of fallen, of exiled. No one wanted to be here, no one but him. He felt blessed to rule over it

I woke up alone. Fortunately or unfortunately my roommate didn't show up. In a way I was happy because I didn't want anyone to see my morning face and get scarred for life but I also wanted some life in the bare part of the room, opposite to mine. It was kind of lonely. It was eight am, way too early to wake up on a holiday according to me. My phone pinged somewhere on the bed and I scrambled around to look for it, finally after a lot of effort I found it hanging from the covers and barely saved it from falling over. No one would get me a new one of I broke this. The screen was lit up showing off a pretty selfie of me and Michael in the amusement park, I smiled at the picture because it was a good day. Then my attention went to the text message, it was from Irene saying there was a short orientation for new students and it would be starting at nin

"What am I supposed to do now?" I popped another chicken pop in my mouth and chewed slowly to get all the flavour, Irene nibbled on her bread sticks while staring at me like an investigator looks at a criminal. "What are you looking at?""What kind of luck you were born with? It's bad." She said, I slumped back on my chair and pulled at the ends of my hair in frustration. "Not even a week in and you already started making enemies, you are something special." "A cup of coffee! Ah! That stupid black bean! I don't even know his name!" I exclaimed. My actions caught many people's attention but I could care less, I needed to get out and sort things out with him and get a breather. My Brian seemed to be blocked and my limbs didn't work as usual around him though, it was both stupid and horrifying to think. I nodded to myself and decided

He was still there. Like a spider he was hanging halfway down the bed that was barely his size, tangled in blanket and mouth hanging open for all sorts of bugs to have a house party. Even after all the variables he still had the audacity to look good, like how is that even possible? Unless some powerfully being up there is making it impossible for him to look remotely bad. The curtains were still drawn together and little beams of light seeped through it, that means I didn't sleep through the day and there was still some time for me to be productive before I retire to sleep again. I left the room as it was because Laurent was still sleeping and attempted to carry him up on the bed again simply because I'm a good person and don't want to hear him whine about pain later on. By the time I was sucessful on dragging his leg up, I was ready to give up, he was that heavy. "Good enough. Sweet dreams.

"Where are you from?" I asked as he drove off back to the campus after out little lunch out. He was being tolerable now compared to what he was before and I could see our friendship blooming in the near future, that is if he doesn't go back to being the brooding black bean that he was when we first met. "Hell." He answered simply, I couldn't say wheather he was being sarcastic or he had actually sprouted from the darkest pit of hell. "Woah, really?" "Hmm." He didn't ask me anything but I didn't expect him to, from what I've known about him it was clear he was one of those who kept things to himself and didn't bother with others matters. With beautiful songs playing on the radio the ride back was nice, he was silent and so was I. It was a comfortable silence that enveloped us. Soon we reached our campus and I waited for him while he parked the car, it was surprising how