My life in Heaven wasn't bad. I led a peaceful existence and never engaged in any missions outside of Heaven or anything related to the war of angels.
As an angel, I had always performed sedentary tasks. I read a lot of books, so it's not like I'm unaware of the worlds outside of Heaven, but my knowledge is mostly theoretical.
As I descend and look down at my new world, Earth, for the first time, I notice that its beauty is quite different from that of Heaven. Heaven is so beautiful and pure, free from pollution, disharmony, and chaos, that sometimes it feels unreal. But even with some pollution, chaos, and corruption, when I look carefully at this Earth, my eyes widen with wonder as I take in the vibrant sights and sounds.
The air is thick with the scent of earth and life, a stark contrast to the ethereal fragrance of celestial flowers that bloom in Heaven. I can see mountains rising in the distance, their peaks kissed by the last rays of sunlight, while rivers snake through valleys, glistening like silver ribbons.
As I descend further, I feel the pull of gravity—a sensation I've only read about in books. It's exhilarating and a little disorienting, but since I'm in my spirit form now, I can easily handle it. I steadily descend downward and look around.
I'm struck by the rich colors of nature here. Our Heaven is quite monotonous in terms of colors; mainly white, golden and lighter shades of other colours. Here, the lush greens of the trees, the bright blues of the sky, and the myriad colors of the flowers create a stunning visual feast.
The way sunlight filters through rustling leaves, casting playful shadows, feels magical. Birds flit from branch to branch, their songs a symphony of life that fills the air. I've read about the beauty of nature, but experiencing it firsthand is something entirely different.
The architecture of cities is quite captivating. I admire the tall skyscrapers, intricate bridges, and colorful buildings. The blend of modern design with historical structures tells a story of human creativity and progress, which is fascinating.
I can hear the distant laughter of children playing, a sound that resonates with warmth and joy. The hum of city life creates a lively atmosphere, each sound adding to the vibrancy of this world. It's a stark contrast to the serene silence of Heaven, where the only sounds were the soft rustle of angelic wings and the distant echoes of divine hymns.
As I observe people, I notice the diversity in cultures, languages, and traditions. Here people express themselves through art, music, and dance; nothing like strict standards of Heaven.
I'm touched by the small moments of kindness—people helping each other, sharing smiles, and enjoying simple pleasures like a sunset or a meal together. These moments highlight the beauty of human connection.
I can't help but feel a sense of longing as I watch a family gather for a picnic nearby. They share laughter and stories, their bonds evident in the way they interact. It's a warmth I've only glimpsed from afar, a connection that seems so vital and alive. In Heaven, we are united in purpose, but here, there is a richness in the mundane that I find captivating.
As the sun dips below the horizon, the sky transforms into a canvas of oranges, pinks, and purples. The stars begin to twinkle above, and I feel a sense of belonging wash over me. This world, with all its imperfections and struggles, is alive in a way that Heaven is not. This is my new home, I think happily.
That white light guiding me hovers above a mansion, and I sense that tugging force is emanating from there as well. I carefully conceal myself and make my way toward it.
The mansion is a blend of classic and modern architectural elements, featuring a grand façade adorned with intricate stonework, large bay windows, and a sweeping circular driveway lined with manicured gardens.
Inside, the mansion boasts numerous luxurious bedrooms, each with en-suite bathrooms and walk-in closets. The grand foyer has a sweeping staircase and a stunning chandelier.
The main living areas include a formal dining room, a spacious great room with a fireplace, and a gourmet kitchen equipped with state-of-the-art appliances. The estate also features an outdoor infinity pool, a tennis court, and beautifully landscaped gardens with walking paths.
In one of the bedrooms, a newborn baby girl cries loudly from her crib. But nobody comes to her. I think she is hungry.
What is happening here?! Where is her mother?!!
She's so small and cute. Her delicate features, while not conventionally striking, carry a certain charm. Yet, it's her eyes that steal the spotlight.
Black as a starless void, they possess an uncanny depth, holding a mesmerizing allure. Her gaze, soft yet piercing, seems to penetrate the soul. Amidst her ordinary features, these eyes shine like stars, illuminating her otherwise unremarkable appearance with a captivating enchantment.
I start to roam through this mansion, but I can't find the mother of this baby anywhere. The baby's room is situated in a far corner of the second floor.
Although I find her father and a lady, most probably her father's mistress, debating fiercely about her in the drawing room. From their conversation, I hear that her mother died during childbirth. Now the mistress wants to be lady of the house and dispose of the girl.
I tremble in anger. How despicable! My spirit fragment entered that baby earlier. I have to protect her.
I want to teach that lady a lesson, but when I try to activate my angel powers, the law of this world suppresses me.
I'm now weak and can't resist the laws of this world. My only option is to enter this baby's body. She carries a fragment of my spirit, allowing me to merge with her. I am unsure if my memories or powers will remain intact after the merge, but it is worth a try.
The father of this child is a coward, surrendering to the demands of that vile woman.
Now, it falls upon me to protect this child. I swiftly merge with my fragmented spirit. Upon opening my eyes, I see the ceiling and pink walls. The merge was successful, and my memories are preserved. I sigh in relief.
But I have to check if I retain my powers too. I try to use magic, but miserably fail to do so. This world doesn't have an ounce of magic power.
Then I try to convert my magic power into physical power and shake the crib. Yes! I succeed.
Now I can teach this body's father and his mistress a wonderful lesson.
Since I enter this body, it is mine from now on. I stop the unsightly crying and wait for the upcoming drama.
Then I hear the footsteps. The mistress enters boldly with my father(haha) in tow. She smiles cruelly at me and tries to lift me up.
I hold her hand and apply pressure using my converted physical power. There is a cracking sound of her bone breaking. She screams hysterically, and this body's father stares dumbfoundedly at me.
I give him a very sweet smile. He flinches and quickly escorts his mistress outside. I can't help but laugh happily.
Then it occurs to me, this body has no food in its stomach. If nobody gives me food soon, I will die. My magical power can't help me in this regard. Now what?
As I am distressing over this problem, a cute boy, about 5 to 7 years old, enters my room with a bottle of milk.
With sleek black short hair and green ruby-like eyes, the fair-skinned boy's slender frame emanates an aura of indifference. His face, devoid of any emotion, appears nearly expressionless.
Mechanically, he pours milk into my parched mouth. As I greedily swallow each drop, he suppresses a chuckle and gently tucks a blanket around me.
That expression of his is so bewitching. I stare at him unblinkingly. A beautiful smile blooms at the corner of his lips as he begins to pat me to sleep.
Moments later, he switches off the lightbulb in my room and bids me goodnight before leaving. My weary body and mind succumb to slumber, while his quiet presence lingers in my thoughts...