Marcolas and Trilliana watched the scene below. The girl, dressed all in black and sporting a variety of piercings, sat alone at the lunch table. At least she appeared to be alone. Marcolas and Trilliana were the only ones who could see the two, hideous demons parked on each side.
“You’ll never fit in,” one hissed into her ear.
“They hate you,” growled the other.
“Why are we waiting?” asked Trilliana. “She needs our help.”
Marcolas sat, still as stone. “Watch.”
Simone chewed a fingernail, oblivious to the demons beside her. Black nail polish flaked with each bite, and fell to the table. Her tattoo, “Bad Grrrrl”, stood out starkly against her pale, thin arms.
“School is stupid,” hissed the demon. “You should leave.”
This is stupid, Simone thought, I should just bail.
“Really, Marcolas,” Trilliana implored. “We’ve seen how important this year is to Simone. We must intervene.”
“Patience,” Marcolas answered. “This is not the time.”
Trilliana knew better than to continue. Marcolas was an angel of few words, but as her superior, those words were law. He would accept no challenges to his judgment. She could only watch as the demons continued their attack without restraint.
Suddenly, a small jolt traveled up Trilliana’s back. “What is that?”
Marcolas smiled. “Listen.”
“Oh, Lord. Please be with my daughter today. Help her make friends. Give her the grace to accept good things.”
The demons turned and hissed simultaneously toward the angels.
Trilliana vibrated with excitement. “Look at them. They’re shrinking!”
“Ahhh, and look at you,” Marcolas said. “You’re glowing.”
It was true. As the prayer drifted over them, caressing their heavenly bodies, Trilliana and Marcolas grew brighter, till they were glimmering in the lunchroom. The humans, a mixture of ninth and tenth graders noticed only that hair seemed shiner, that smiles were brighter, and tests they had been worried about, seemed somehow passable.
The demons, however, began to writhe and screech even louder at Simone. “You are a failure,” they hissed. “No one here will ever like you!”
“Now?” asked Trilliana
Again, a pleasant jolt raced up the back of the angel. She listened, expectantly.
“Lord, please give me the courage to talk to the new girl. She looks so lost, and so different than me. I will speak to her, but please break down any barriers between us. Help me to see her the way you see her. Help her to see past our differences, Lord.”
“Where is that coming from?” asked Trilliana. Then she spied her, a small girl in the corner of the lunchroom. She was wearing a cheerleading uniform, but Trilliana saw her clothed as a warrior. “Oh, she’s good.”
The young girl stood, wavered for only a second then walked toward where Simone sat.
“Look at her,” one demon hissed. “She’s one of those cheerleaders. What could she want with you?”
Marcolas whispered, “Now!”
In an instant, Trilliana had moved between the demon and Simone. “Be GONE,” she thundered.
With a loud shriek, the demon disappeared.
The other demon lay twitching and squirming at Simone’s feet. Though severely weakened, he still spewed vileness and hatred, trying to land blows on Simone.
Simone looked at the cheerleader. She was petite and perky, two things Simone hated most in a person.
“Ignore her!” yelled the demon. “Make her go away!”
“I’m Kristen. I just wanted to say hello. I was new here last year, so I remember what it’s like not knowing anyone.”
“You’ve been hurt before,” the demon hissed.
Simone only stared. She’d tried to make friends before and it had never worked out. It only led to more pain.
Please, Lord, help me! Kristen prayed silently.
It was all Marcolas needed. He pointed one long finger in the demons direction. “In the name…”
“No,” shrieked the demon. “Don’t say it!”
“Of JESUS,” Marcolas bellowed. “Leave this one alone!”
The demon screamed, then disappeared, leaving nothing behind but the smell of sulphur.
Kristen sighed. Well, she had tried. She turned to leave.
“Simone. That’s my name.” The black lipstick barely moved.
“Pretty. Can I sit down?”
Never in a million years, would have Simone guessed she would be approached by a cheerleader. It surprised her and she’d long ago felt beyond surprise. Then unbelievably, she surprised herself.
“Sure,” she answered.
The angels watched as the two girls began to talk.
“Oh,” whispered Trilliana. “That felt marvelous.”
Marcolas only smiled.
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