Lunatic Archives, Prompt #1: final draft

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"Why did they fear the open skies?"

One starry night, the stars fell down to the earth, one by one. A calamitous, thundering roar preceded each star falling- The sign of an angel descending unto the earth. Angels, sent from on high to do His bidding, His will made manifest, each doing its best to understand the humans around it, and yet none could understand, none could make that connection between divinity and mortality.

A sword to seek out those who might do wrong.
A paintbrush to capture every living being that it sees.
A pen to remember the last thoughts of every human it meets.

No innocent would seek shelter beneath the now-scorched earth, hiding where the angels could not help them, could not understand them. For all humanity had retreated into the darkness beneath the earth, so too did the angels continue in their liberation of sinners.

Before, the stars fell with little regard of who or where they alighted upon. Now they fall with conviction, with purpose burning brighter than the flames wreathing their arriving forms, tearing asunder the earth, that these poor humans might see once more the starless night sky. All to help them. All to save them. If only they could understand their misfortunate fates.

When you see that starless night sky, remember now how it was full of stars most brilliant- Stars that now walk within and without.