The day Heaven descends to Earth, I will finally go back. As god's helper- No, her right hand man. I will fulfill every duty and every task. For the sin I have sinned is more lowly than that of the devil. I will prove myself worthy once more! And if that day will come in forever, then forever I shall wait.

The early morning sun was just starting to rise and barely visible over the horizon. Jack was sitting at the hill, all alone with nothing more than a cup of coffee and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Jack didn't seem too old, around seventeen. All you could see in the light was his shining bright brown hair with a ringlet atop it caused by the sun. He looked up with his bright hazel eyes stunned at the beauty of creation. "Wow", he muttered under his breath with a look of awe and amusement, as if this were the first time he'd ever witnessed such beauty.

Catching Jack off guard in the brightness, suddenly descended a figure of some sort. A more beautiful sight than the sun itself, in a flood of white feathers, pouring as if the entire ocean had just been tilted. And the figure slowly descended in this blanket of snow. A sight of almost pure innocence, but one of the feathers stood out. A big, black feather.

Jack jumped up, rubbing his eyes. "WHAT THE HELL?! What am I freakin' seeing?! AM I CRAZY?" Feeling extremely nervous, yet excited at the same time, he was shivering, shaking. He slowly headed down the hill, towards where the figure finally rested, and when he noticed nothing happening, he started running. At this point, he wasn't even thinking any more. It was a feeling of mystic, but his mind had numbed and all time around him slowed as he continued running. He thought to himself, a fallen angel. It must be. I'm not hallucinating- I can't be. Who would ever believe me if I told them that I witnessed an angel descending from the clouds myself...?

Right when it came into view, Jack halted. Resting right on top of everything was the plain, black feather. In that sudden moment, he felt calmed. It wasn't a scene of perfection, but a touch of imperfection. A slight breeze that cooled him down in the most humid of climates. Jack bent down, grabbed a stick and poked it.

The figure tossed and turned and the feathers slowly brushed off. It mumbled, "mmm..." and curled up into a ball. It was beautiful. Now that the "angel" was visible, he appeared to be a boy. He had light blonde hair and a face paler than that of Snow White's. His delicate, rosy cheeks completed the portrait. It looked as though it had just come to life from the imagination of one.

He got up and yawned, then hugged his knees, looking towards Jack. This startled Jack, so he immediately jumped back, but he couldn't bring himself to run away. The face of the angel just drew him in, closer and closer. It was irresistible to the human eye. Jack thought, this is what people meant by eye candy. Because the more and more he looked, the more he felt he had devoured, the more it satisfied him, and yet, he couldn't peel his eyes away.

The angel giggled, and now it was visible to Jack. Everything the angel had, had an imperfection. It's wings seemed to have fallen off and in its hair, a few black strands were visible, but it continued to laugh. "Hi! I'm Atlas!! Hiiii!"

His voice was that of a thousand violin orchestras playing harmoniously from heaven and Jack sat down. He breathed out and replied, "I'm Jack."