The world wasn't ready to know about the angel that had fallen in his back garden (at least, that's what it told him), so he killed it and cut it into little pieces. It wasn't too much like the Biblical texts, no great ball of wings and fire or some four-faced creature. If anything it looked more akin to a toad or a fire salamander but with huge bat-ish wings that it kept wrapped tightly around itself.
He knew it was an angel for sure as it told him things he had only ever thought to himself and things he'd done that nobody could ever have known about before saying what it was in perfect English (which was disturbing to see from an amphibious thing's mouth). It said it had come down to tell him that he was being tested and in order to pass he would have to hide the angel before the rest of the world found out.
In hindsight he realised it didn't make much sense but he supposed that it was all a part of the test and whatever rules it had neglected to tell him before he'd beaten it into unconsciousness and poured anti-freeze into its mouth until it coughed up grey blood and died. That was the easy part, once the blood was cleaned up and he'd cut it into fist sized chunks (having folded and tied the wings into little bundles), but to hide it was another challenge altogether.
He thought about burying it but wondered if his dog would smell the raw meat, dig it up and eat it.
He thought about burning it but what if it smelled so good he was tempted to eat it?
He came up with his solution when he wondered how all of this would affect his job as a surgeon.
Doctor's leave all sorts of things inside patients accidentally and if he wrapped the angel-meat tightly enough it could even work. He just had to do it thirty six times and hope that somehow everything would be fine and the meat wouldn't decompose inside his patients until he could write it off as "natural complications".
He knew it was an angel for sure as it told him things he had only ever thought to himself and things he'd done that nobody could ever have known about before saying what it was in perfect English (which was disturbing to see from an amphibious thing's mouth). It said it had come down to tell him that he was being tested and in order to pass he would have to hide the angel before the rest of the world found out.
In hindsight he realised it didn't make much sense but he supposed that it was all a part of the test and whatever rules it had neglected to tell him before he'd beaten it into unconsciousness and poured anti-freeze into its mouth until it coughed up grey blood and died. That was the easy part, once the blood was cleaned up and he'd cut it into fist sized chunks (having folded and tied the wings into little bundles), but to hide it was another challenge altogether.
He thought about burying it but wondered if his dog would smell the raw meat, dig it up and eat it.
He thought about burning it but what if it smelled so good he was tempted to eat it?
He came up with his solution when he wondered how all of this would affect his job as a surgeon.
Doctor's leave all sorts of things inside patients accidentally and if he wrapped the angel-meat tightly enough it could even work. He just had to do it thirty six times and hope that somehow everything would be fine and the meat wouldn't decompose inside his patients until he could write it off as "natural complications".
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