I've always been big into angels. By "always," I do mean since I was 12-14. I found the Angelarium website and watched Supernatural and wrote about me and my best friends being angels.
The story was definitely a story written by a 14-year-old, but I don't hate reading it. Motifs within it endure in my writing even now. A helpless main character with a great power they can't control. A distant god. Body horror. I wrote Gabriel as an androgynous melting wax thing, like a candle turned inside-out. I gave God my father's voice. Heaven was a minimalist expanse, clouds on clouds, with white boxes emerging every once in a while. Each box had a human in it. I couldn't conceieve of a collective heaven.
On a lighter note, each of my friends and I got special wings. We were humans, raised to the rank of angels, and had colored wings to mark our difference from angels that came out of the box. I had red ones with gold sparkles, shaped like the big ones below. They were larger than anyone else's, to the point of inconvenience. They glowed when I activated my special fire-powers. Everyone had special powers, though I can't remember well. Someone had darkness-smoke powers, another had supernatural fighting and metal manipulation abilities. It was really cute.
At some point I asked my (Greek Orthodox, almost-priest) father whether angels had free will. Casual theology was a feature in our home. He said, "do arms have free will?"
Beings that possess immense power but don't have free will fascinate me. Computers, robots, electricity. I want to be them, probably. Who wants to make decisions for themselves?
Anyway, here's my angel collection stuff :]
