https://Voice.club - We were quadruplets. We never knew when we were born, as time or space had no meaning where we existed.
My brothers and I loved each other fiercely, a love hotter than fire and colder than ice. We would have done everything and anything for each other at that stage. Those who came after us were not us but a badly drawn copy of our perfection, or so my brothers thought. Instead, I felt sorry and wondered why our Father came up with such products and started to study how I could have improved them.
My brothers advised me to let it be and not to cross Father, not to doubt him. After all, we needed to be grateful for our existence, for our perfection. Of the four of us, I was the curious one, the explorer, the one who always asked questions and sometimes made Father cross. Thatās why I did it.
The moment I went downstairs and spoke to the multitude of my half-brothers, I immediately noticed the unhappiness of many. They questioned me, asked me to explain why Father was running the firm as an organisation rather than a family. I thought I could have done it differently and probably better.
I knew it would have been useless, but I went to speak to Father nonetheless. He was so furious and everybody heard him thundering against my dare. The more I asked for an explanation for his actions, the worse it became. Maybe Iām the one who is more similar to our sire and my frustration knew no limits. Perhaps thatās why, feverishly, I went to my younger, more impressionable half-brothers and we started our rebellion.
None of us can die, Father made sure of it, but today I feel like I could. I watch my wings turn black, I behold my brotherās face full of anger, regret and pity. Incongruously, I notice the white petals squashed under his boots. I hear the nightingales, while the pain devours me and the abyss looms.
āIāll see you at Armageddon, Michael,ā I inform him, before I fall.