Before High Heaven: Fantasy

[penthius]

Angel eggs can only hatch in the ruins of a civilization so destroyed that bare handfuls of survivors remain, waging constant war between the groups. That is when an angel can be born, because that is when an angel can feed and grow and learn and protect and do all the things an angel is supposed to do. Places like the DMZ, Somalia, and Croatia. You wonder why we don't see angels every day in an established, industrial society? Well, you might. It's not something to wish for, at least not if they are young angels. Mature angels that have shepherded a society back from the brink of collapse might travel to the cities, though as I understand it the differing quality of people's desires may drive them right back--or turn them bad, if they stick around too long. Not always, but sometimes. That's right, I'm blaming consumer culture for fallen angels. A hatched angel is an amazing sight, all downy wings and glistening skin and ravenous hunger for the needs of others and the glory when they satisfy their belief. The angels of the Mayan people after the collapse must have been a wonder to behold. Now, sometimes, an egg will hatch two angels. A double-yolk.


Inspiration: "Before High Heaven" - Daniel Merriam
Story potential: Medium
Notes: I don't think the tone is right here. Anyway. Could be an interesting story, I suppose, but does not immediately speak to me.