by John Xero
The angel roared, clawing its way up shifting reality gradients. Black soot streaked its feathers, legacy of some fierce inferno, soot so thick and heavy it could have been tar, weighing it down, piling on friction as it hauled itself across the void.
Impossible, colossal, winged. It traversed space in a way that had taken human science centuries to understand, to recognise, let alone utilise. The same way our ships dragged themselves between fiery suns; faster than light and rough as all hell.
When it arrived it was like a new star had birthed, so bright it was, so terrible.
Author bio: John Xero likes to believe all things might exist if we can imagine them, be they angels or faster-than-light travel, or both, why not?
He tweets occasionally: @xeroverse.
He writes (he should write more): xeroverse.com
He makes music, of sorts: King Demon
Ascension is part of 101 Fiction issue 16.