The Not Quite Fallen Angel (standard:fantasy, 1419 words)
Author: Ira L. White	Added: Dec 09 2002	Views/Reads: 3385/2290	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
By the way, how did Cupid get his job? If you don't know, read this story and find out.

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“Has God given you a purpose?” 

“Yes. He told me to stay out of trouble.” 

“Well, you know He has the war going on with the rebel angels. He
certainly doesn't need any distractions. In fact, I'm sure there is 
something you can do for Him that will be of use and will make Him 
happy.” 

“What's that?” 

“Just be on His side, have faith in Him and love Him. Now you think
about what I have said and pull in those horns.” 

“Sure, Michael. Good-bye.” 

The youngest angel sat in the garden for awhile thinking of all Michael
had said. When he got up to go, he noticed a gleaming in the grass 
beside the path. Michael's sword! It was irresistible. The angel picked 
up the sword and swung it in high arcs around his head. At the same 
time, sound effects mimicking the clanging of metal against metal 
spewed from his lips between exclamations of bravery. 

“Take that Satan! Clang! Take this and that! Swish! Clang! Kerchunk!”
The sword swung lopping off imaginary heads and wings sending hordes of 
dark angels to their knees to beg for mercy. 

Suddenly the angel froze. A brilliant idea had suddenly burst into his
mind sending him off on a fantasy trip. This was one fantasy he would 
fulfill. The angel snapped his fingers, hid the sword beneath his cloak 
and sped off on his mission with the sounds of trumpets blowing the 
charge in his head. He took off so fast his halo turned from a perfect 
circle into an elongated oval. 

When the Lord returned from Enchanted Shores, He looked behind the
throne. The bow and arrows were gone. God rolled His eyes and brushed 
the hair from His forehead. He had just sat down on His throne when 
Michael entered the room. 

“Lord! My sword is missing!” 

“So is a certain little angel's bow and arrows. Do you think he might be
up to something?” Of course God already knew the answer to this 
question before He asked. 

“I had a talk with him, you know, Lord.” 

“Yes, I know. I think you ought to round up a platoon of angels and get
down to the burning gates real fast. We've got a Kamikaze angel on our 
hands.” In His mind's eye, God could see His littlest making a 
one-angel assault on Satan and his minions. 

“Kamikaze, Lord? I don't know what that is.” 

“You don't have to. Just hurry down there and pull that little pill's
butt out of the fire.” 

“Yes, Lord.” And Michael sped off. 

Within a couple of winks, Michael returned with the little angel kicking
and squirming between his huge arms which were wrapped around the 
youngster's waist. It was obvious Michael and the others had arrived 
just in the nick of time. The little one was singed on his backside, 
singed on his frontside and singed on his wings. There were even a few 
feathers missing here and there. Tendrils of smoke still curled up in 
the air from where he had been singed. 

“You should'a seen me Lord!” sputtered the angel swinging his arms
around as if he was still engaged in battle. “I put the fear of You in 
them.” 

“He didn't want to quit either,” explained Michael trying to hold the
wriggling angel. “It's a good thing we showed up when we did.” 

“Yes it is, Michael, or I'd a' wiped them all out!” The singed angel
threw a left and a right at imaginary foes while Michael continued to 
hold him fast. 

“Don't be stupid, Cupid!” snapped the Lord. 

“Yes, Lord,” said Cupid suddenly sobered by the Lord's tone. “I just
wanted to show You I could fight for You like Michael.” 

“You can't. That's his job. It's obvious that my not giving you a
specific job of your own has contributed to your being in trouble. It 
is time you got your very own assignment.” 

“Great! Lord, I'm ready. Just name what it is You want me to do.” Cupid
brightened and was whole again in his aura. 

“What is the most important thing I have created?” quizzed the Lord.
“I'll give you a hint. It starts with an ‘L.'” 

“Lust, Lord!” exclaimed Cupid mockingly with the confidence of one who
knows. 

“Can't you be serious just this once? Every angel knows the most
important thing I have created is Love.” 

“But, Lord, you already have a protector of Lovers,” replied Cupid. 

“That's true. But I do need someone to spread a little around. You can
even use your marksmanship with the bow for this one. Now get to work. 
And be careful whom you match up. You'll find some extra arrows waiting 
for you on your way out the Pearly Gates.” 

“Great!” said the little angel enthusiastically. He was already taking
off on his newfound mission. 

“And Cupid!” yelled the Lord after him. 

“Yes, Lord?” 

“Give Michael back his sword.” 

“Golly, Lord. I was going to.” 

“Now, Cupid.” 

“OK.” 


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