Gabriel Aureola

I'm standing in my studio, a coffee to go in my hand and looking at one of my newer works. The colors are dark, the image full of pain and anguish. The Fall of Lucifer, a true masterpiece! God, sometimes I miss that idiot. No matter how much suffering he caused, he was still my brother. I sigh, put the paper cup on the table next to my empty coffee cup and the plate with the pancakes, which are now two days old. I had forgotten to eat again! No wonder, I don't feel hungry like mortals! My white wings tremble slightly, the pain in them returns. How long has it been since I used it? Two centuries? Or maybe more? The storm in front of my house has been raging for hours now, the streets are soggy and muddy. The forest around my property creaks under the strong gusts, the trees bend. A loud knock on the entrance door makes me look up and look away from the painting. Who dares go out in this weather? Curious, I set off out of the studio and along the corridors lined with paintings and statues of angels and devils. No matter how long I have been walking on earth, letting go is difficult. I reach the entrance hall, put my hand on the iron doorknob and open the wooden portal.