That Angel Watching Over You

Our rules were simple: Watch over them. Make sure they know who the real "King of All Creations" is. If they fall off of the beaten path and begin to worship false gods, smite them. Most importantly, love them as though they are taking your place in Father's heart, because they are. Humans. Skum. Monkeys without fur. Just as bad, if not worse than the demon wretches from hell. Those spiteful little beings that he has deamed perfect. Even more so than us. Watching over them was the most degrading job He could have assigned me. I'd rather be a temp than be down here, fighting a never ending war against Lucifer and his forces.

Yet, here I am. Watching them scramble around on their weak legs, barely able to stumble, let alone walk. It's amazing they've survived this long. Of course they needed my assistance, after all, I did give them the fire that has stopped their extinction. Father's orders of course. I would never help them if I had my own free will.

Watching them for these hundreds of years has grown so tiresome. It began as just a slight hatred, however now it is just loathing. Watching these humans' hatred and wars and slavery grown into entire empires is just horrifying. Of course, they are nothing to the Angels, but still.

The Egyptians they call themselves. Worshiping their human leader as a God, along with worshiping many other Gods. The entire race was built on blasphemy. Not only this but they are making certain all of Father's people, his so called "chosen race", suffer the cruelties of slavery and are forced to build these over-sized tombs to honor the Egyptian leaders, and great monuments to honor their "Gods". It's sick. I would like to scorch the land they call home, however, Father will not allow it.

I have my own plans for them, my child, just be patient and watch my plan

So despite my anger, I stilled my blade and watched. Father's plan is perfect, I repeatedly tell myself. Then, the slaughter started. Their leader's order to kill each and every small boy in the village. "The population has grown to great! We must control it so we may continue to control them." Thousands of soldiers with sharp weapons tore through homes and were soaked in the blood of newborns and toddlers. Small crying babies torn from their mother's arms as she pleads for his life. She is always knocked aside, always kicked and mocked as they take the babies heads. Some threw the children into the Nile. The crocodiles ate them and the banks were soaked with innocent blood. Still, Father tells me he has a plan. Still, I must hold back my loathing. Why should I care for the lives of these children, these human spawn who do nothing but cry, who cannot even walk on their own. But even so, I feel pain for these children. I cannot stay still and watch them.

A mother escapes. She runs past the men, a bundle in her arms with her daughter behind her, carrying a basket made of reeds and papyrus. They make it to the banks of the Nile and, hidden in the tall grasses, set the basket gently into the water. I watch from behind them as they place the bundle into the basket and close the lid. They push it from the bank and stand as it is pulled away by the current, right past the mouth of a hungry crocodile. I am furious. They had gotten away! They could have saved this child rather than let it be eaten or drowned! I rush to the child and open the basket. He is tiny, barely a month old with a light brown dusting of hair on his fragile head. I pick him up and he reaches out to me. "Shhh..." I whisper. "Sleep, my child for there is a place in Heaven specially for you." I place a finger on his forehead and watch as he closes his eyes and takes his peaceful last breath.

Just as I lay the child down in the basket, the air around me begins to tremble. Father is angry. Is it because of the slaughter of his chosen people? Everything stills and I can feel a tremendous presence come over me, the warmth of my Father, like he was holding my hand. But, wait, this isn't a peaceful presence....this is a wrathful one. Father, is he angry at me for interfering? Why? This child was obviously destined to die anyway, why make his death painful?

WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?