Eukara Vox
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Chapter 1 - Lesson One: Enter in.
Tshok'el glanced about him, cringing at the use of such bland and terrible colours. The God of Creation created colour and showed humanity its splendour and they chose not to use it in the one place it was most useful. This institution, a place of healing and restoration, should have more colour, not none at all. Where were the murals, the whimsical portrayals of the stories of old? Had humanity lost their creativity? Tshok'el realised he needed to get out more. It was probably a good thing that this was his last soul to guard.
He chuckled, more because he remembered how this day felt, the first time he had witnessed a human birth. And now, Tsukael was in that very same place. The angel was pacing, furiously, trying to understand what it was he was witnessing. Granted, the first time anyone witnessed this event was a bit jarring. After all, this was not how they came into being. There were no birth pains cried by the Father, nor the tears and crying of an exhausted mother as the father desperately failed to comfort her. He laughed louder, thinking of all the things he had heard come from a mother and father in those moments as the child was being born.
"How can you laugh at a time like this?!" Tsukael inquired, his face pale.
Tshok'el shook his head. "Because you are a riot, pacing around like some nervous boy about to ask his first girl out on a date."
Tsukael stopped and stared at Tshok'el. "What... do you mean by that!?"
Slapping himself on the forehead, Tshok'el groaned. "Nevermind. You will understand in fifteen years." Was this how 'Oruel felt when I became a guardian? If so, I must find him and apologise!
"She is in pain, and you just stand there, watching? Can you do nothing for her?" Tsukael was beside himself, his eyes imploring the more experienced guardian angel to act.
Tshok'el sighed. "You know this is the way it is to be. Even with all the advancements of medicine and research, mankind has still yet to completely eradicate the birthing pains women were cursed with at the beginning. We cannot intervene. This is by divine decree."
The new guardian groaned and began pacing again. "Yes, yes, Eve, Adam, the Tree, Lucifer... I know the history. Does it get better with time?"
"No."
A solemn quiet hung in the air as both angels thought on that idea. Amidst their quiet contemplation, the activity in the room jumped exponentially, with doctor and nurses swarming around the soon to be mother. Tsukael watched and felt a twinge in his heart. Something was beginning to go wrong with his charge. This babe, finally knit together after nine months of Godly attention, was beginning to be distressed. The angel watched the mother and father's facial expressions change from worried to terrified. They knew what he did. Something was wrong with the baby. The doctors moved fast, messing with knobs and gears on the bed and began to wheel the mother out of the room, panicked voices rising.
Tshok'el followed, nodding. He looked at the guardian-in-training and smiled. "She is a strong woman. Trust me, this is a minor setback. I would be very surprised if she worries beyond the initial shock of the doctor's report."
"How are you so calm?"
"Few women die in childbirth anymore, especially in this country. I am more worried about her husband, to be honest. Up until now, Taabahel has gone to prepare other things, as the father's role in this event is not a job for us. But, our brother will be returning, for this father, once he has begun to really worry, will not be able to let go. Taabahel will need to be here for that, for that is when the Lucifer's servants find this man most vulnerable."
As if the angel had been listening, Taabahel appeared next to Tshok'el and Tsukael as they walked behind the host of humans. "Ah, so, the child must be delivered through surgical means? This will make my job fun."
"For several hours, I have felt an unease in my heart regarding the child. It grew as time went on. Will this be how it always is when there is trouble?" Tsukael asked.
Both experienced angels nodded. "Get used to it, Tsukael. You will have much of this in the child's life. The sooner you understand each foreboding feeling in your heart, the better you will get at guarding each soul you are charged with." Taabahel answered in a grim voice. "Just... pay attention, all the time, even when it seems like the feeling is soft and easily gone. It is never truly gone."
Tsukael hovered around the doctor and the staff who were working on the mother to prepare her for the Ceasarean section. Tshok'el was right, the mother was calm, eerily so. The father, though, looked worse for wear. Taabahel moved close to him, his aura of protection growing. The newly minted guardian growled. He could feel the approach of those who take advantage of times of weakness.
"Tsukael, stay close. Once the child emerges, first he should see the mother, then the father, then, he must see you. If there is an emergency, you follow the child." Tshok'el gave orders as he watched the surrounding areas. "Do not bother with us. Your connection to the child is imperative. Understand?"
< Message edited by Eukara Vox -- 11/11/2013 3:58:21 >
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