Audiobook-Fantasy
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Who would have thought my quest for immortality would be the thing that finally killed me. But I'm not here to talk about my death. I'm here to talk about what led me to that dark place where all I craved was life's essence. It was an age of decadence when angels mated with humans and God didn't interfere with the unions, forged the hosts of archangels, Michael Gabriel, Raphael Uriel and a Lucifer walked among men living instead of locked within the gates of heaven. Of course, the average human didn't know divinity was in their midst. Even I was clueless for a time. I remember my first encounter with the light bringer. It was early morning and the sun had not warmed to the day yet. I knelt by the river with a basket full of soiled clothing, sitting nearby instead of scrubbing the cloth like I was supposed to be doing. I was studying the plants lining the river bed, plucking the ones that interested me as I studied one of the herbs in my palm, a throat cleared, making me jump and clasp my hand closed. I was on my feet with my hands behind my back before I realized the man before me wasn't my father. I stared at him. He was perhaps the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on dark hair, blue eyes, strong jaw and dimples that only grew deeper with a smile. His teeth were pristine white and his complexion like fresh cream and as smooth as silk. His lips were full and inviting his build was solid but not bulky. And he stood bare chested with his wrap loosely draped around his hips. He stepped closer, crowding me as he studied me with as much interest as I was studying him. When he reached out and pulled a handful of my hair towards him, I tried to step away. But instead of a graceful exit, I fell into the river, I gasped as the cold water soaked through my clothing, his eyebrows arched and he cocked his head, curious little thing he said and offered me his hand.