Genre: Angst, Smut, angel!reader, and human!yoongi
Word Count: 518
Warnings: mentions of religion, heaven, hell, new life, romance, EVENTUAL SMUT, LOTS of SMUT, there will be more than one part to this story!
Notes: It’s been a while since I posted my last story but here’s my new one, Iridescent, and I hope you enjoy it! This is the first thing I’ve written in a while that has actually inspired me :)
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If your soul could speak, it would.
You are weak with the lock placed on your emotions. Your ideas are immoral, shameful at best, but the flames of your being still flicker beneath your dormant shell. From the darkness of your secluded cell, you watch the tangerine sun fade behind the evening horizon. You are sated until the bliss of first light when your longing will be reignited once again.
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“Seraph, you stand in sin and shame before the Cherubim, Thrones, and Seraphim of the first sphere. Do you question your service, duty, and existence to Him?”
There are no corners or edges in the open space, only the ropes that bind you to the podium and threaten to squeeze the life from your limbs. Not a single member of the choir dares to look at you for fear of being exiled or going up in flames. Still, you can sense their scrutinizing presence all around, their harsh judgment betraying the cleanliness of their golden garb.
The foggy and disorienting haze of the suppression is suddenly lifted from over you, bringing on a wave of clarity. The fiery emotions from before you were seized and tossed into a cell flood through your wings once again and as your confidence is rekindled, you find that you cannot confess quickly enough.
“No! I question nothing! Every fiber of my being and essence belong to Him!” you answer abruptly, your high voice echoing like the chime of a melodic bell in the ears of the members.
“Your latest actions indicate otherwise, Seraph. You have served His throne for thousands of years and because of that, he has granted you this trial—unlike any being before—and allowed you to express the regret of your sins for forgiveness. Choose your words wisely or risk burning in the depths of hell for all eternity.”
“I... I have always been interested in the nature of humanity, perhaps now more than ever. Although the seraphim have one purpose, to serve His throne and not any of the universes He has created, I cannot suppress my thoughts and curiosities about the humans. Whether my desire is sinful or not is for Him to decide—“
“Silence!” screams the choir, absorbing all sound from the space. “He cannot waste His time on mere seraphim such as you, nor should He! His gaze can only kiss upon that which is holy and pure and you are not. We are in control of your trial and its judgment, lest you forget.”
“I have committed no sins!“
“You are tainted, full of rebellious anger and impure defiance,” the members hiss. “You are stripped of your status as the third seraph of the first sphere and all six of your wings.”
“P-Please, I—“
“You will now inherit the role of a guardian angel of the third sphere. Your responsibly is to guide and protect one human soul of our choice. You will be human for your time on their planet. Failure to fulfill the requirements of your assignment will result in your death and abolishment from all spheres for all eternity. May the Lord guide you.”
