our little angel

peter waves goodbye as i

descend.

no emotion is on his face, but i know he's scared.

everyone is. my journey is dangerous. it's unknown.

the only angels to see the dark are ones who gracefully

fell

and joined those down there.

on my way i say a prayer, knowing He will protect me.

soon, it gets hot and hard to breathe.

"you'll get used to it" a voice spoke.

i was scared. making my way through the never-ending hell, i questioned everything.

soon, he was there.

"so, you are the beloved holy spirit gracing us today."

i held my head high.

"yes."

i wanted to leave, to run back home where i belonged. but

something in me also wanted to stay. i tried to opress that urge, but it kept getting stronger.

the voice from earlier was right. i did get used to it.

the more time i spent in the dark, the more i could see.

see that the people here, they weren't sinful — they were lost.

i didn't want to see Him as i was like this. but He already knew. so after my visit,

i returned.

it was hard, but He understood. He always does.

"go."

and i went

back down

to hell

which wasn't hell anymore, it was home.

the air was cool against my face. i greeted lucifer and his people, and got to work.

i helped them learn. i was their map, leading them to the light.

their eyes hurt adjusting to the light, as it was sharp.

"you'll get used to it" i said.

they made it to the light, and i felt happy. i served purposed.

He was proud. lucifer was glad. he was home.

"thank you," they both said. "you are our little angel."