Divine Error: Divine Error, #1

By Aisha Urooj

Damon always felt out of place, in his surroundings, and at his work. Most would consider it an ordinary problem, but Damon was an angel working in Heaven.

When Damon was redeployed to work on a mission on Earth, things started to become interesting. He was, however, dismayed to find out that he had been assigned as a shoulder Angel to the most boring man on Earth, Joe Smith.

Human Joe Smith felt stuck at work. His uninspiring job (and not so nice boss), left him exhausted. He hadn't made any weekend plans for the last six years! He had drifted away from his family, his social life and even, himself. Joe Smith was decidedly neutral, neither good nor bad, and both Heaven and Hell, sent their representatives to try and tip the balance, one way or the other.

Damon's counterpart sent to Earth was a hopeless demon named Saynt. Saynt was not like the other demons at all. He felt helpless on Earth, without written instructions on what to do, from his Manager.

Together, both Damon and Saynt were on a mission to turn Joe Smith, and tried to change his rigidly affixed, neutral moral compass so that he became qualified to get into either Heaven or Hell. Instead of just changing Joe Smith, however, they will discover that the mission will have transformed all three of them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aisha Urooj
• Release date: Sep 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393915638

Aisha Urooj

Aisha Urooj is a multi-genre writer who writes captivating coming of age fiction, and fantasy. Check out her writing journey at aishauroojbooks.wordpress.com

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Chapter One: Heaven

Ihave always felt out of place, at my work and in my surroundings.

I guess everybody feels that from time to time. The problem is that I am an Angel and I work in Heaven.

Hello, I am Damon, Angel # DCLXVI of the lower Heavenly realms. One out of the millions of Angels living the good life over here at the sunniest of places, Heaven. You might have heard of Heaven...or you might have even dreamed about it. If you don't mind, I will give you my grand tour of the place without the rose-colored glasses.

Why is it always so cold around here? Although you might find Angels to look like one another, with our Divine countenance, dazzling halos and Heavenly wings, clad in pristine dry-cleaned white robes, all except for me. I am the only Angel that wears a sweater. Makes me stick out like a sore thumb in a group of perfect Angels. That and the fact that my violet eyes change color like a mood ring.

Why do they have to be this way? Sometimes I wished that my feelings were not revealed by the changes of my eye color. It is quite unAngel-like to be easy to read or to have a non-stoic expression. Still, I have been practicing, and I have become quite good at suppressing any ...-er-...un-Heaven like feelings, especially during job performance reviews. Being prepared for performance reviews is essential, even for Angels. On all the other days, I wish I could wear contacts to avoid being such an open book.

I also suffer from nausea. It is unheard of for Angels to suffer from ailments of any kind, except for pure joy.  I have reported my concerns to my Manager, but have always been given back the same instructions: Refer to your Heavenly Manual for Guidance. I don't see what good that would do me as I already do the daily prescribed Hymns, Meditations and Prayers for remedy, but all I feel is more nausea. I have asked to be moved to a higher sphere in Heaven, but I don't have enough credits to warrant the move. My Manager does say that I have been put on the waiting list. It has been a millennia and I haven't moved up on the list. I know because I check every day.

So what is Heaven like, if you don't suffer from my ailment? It feels like a lazy free afternoon, after many weeks of labor and no time off. It smells like the ground, after it has rained. It sounds like the singing of birds, after the storm has passed. It tastes like the first ripe fruit of summer.

Competition, ambition and any form of animosity or resentment is discouraged in Heaven. If the higher ups really wanted to root them out completely, they should have done away with the ranking system. It is hard to believe that with my talents (and looks), that I was not given a higher rank in a higher realm. You are not a team player, my Manager says. Why be a team player when you can be a team leader? That question might have taken away a merit point or two from my employment record. I am quite proud of my CV and resume that I have curated myself. It is a masterpiece, and accurately lists all of my talents (both hidden and obvious).

Of course, Heaven is perfect. It was built to be. But all this perfection makes me a bit...lethargic? Imagine being in an art competition, where all the submissions are Mona Lisas, Starry Nights, that fancy artwork in the Sistine Chapel. You can't really critique them as they are perfect. Each brush stroke precisely placed, each color vibrant, each message moving and inspiring. Everyone gets first place. Where is the art that resembles trash, I ask, where you could spend days arguing the placement of a Banana, only to have it rot, decay and fall off, making the whole argument null and void?

There cannot be nothingness. There is a purpose to everything but no room left for speculation (or *cough* active reimagining or imagination). Perfection is inertia (Why do anything when it is already perfect?) and all this inertia makes me feel like a fat lazy cat, content simply with eating, sleeping and not thinking.

Maybe that is why we have so many cats in Heaven?

I try to have discussions with the other Angels, but I might as well talk to a plant. They