I own nothing but my Oc I just always thought it was sad that Nuada and Nuala died so I'mma change that
My first true memory was of darkness, for a long time I thought I had been born there in that horrible dark place, it wasn't until a few years later that I woke up screaming after remembering the before. I was born in a place the humans may call heaven, a place of eternal peace and light, but I was cast out into the dark void moments after my birth. A noble sacrifice sent to put an end to the darkness and destroy the creatures that would one day try to end all life. Fate had another plan. Only weeks after drifting along in the darkness I was pulled out with one other creature into a portal that lead to the mortal world. I was scared, but I was not wholly alone. Another child not much older than myself had come threw. He carried me on his back into a stone building threw gunshots and loud explosions and together we hid from the soldiers on a high ledge with him in front of me, protecting me. How ironic a creature of darkness, the very one I was sent to stop and kill, was protecting an angel. A large soaked and frightened man then came into our haven shining a lamp light around and then at us directly, blinding us. Next to him was a much more slender man. I don't remember what was said, but Father retold the story of how he found us a few times. It always made me laugh that Hellboy had been mistaken for a big red ape and led to much friendly teasing on my part during our childhood. Though he could counter that I was mistaken for some kind of large bird. From that day forward Professor Broom was both Father and mother to us. The first few years of our lives were spent on various army bases. We were a national secret, we couldn't go outside or play with normal children, but we had each other so we were rarely too lonely though we did often wish for the company of others. Years later we got our wish, Father found a man named Abe Sapien locked away in a hospital in Washington part fish he was our first friend and my best confidant aside from my brother later came a girl was brought into our ranks, her name was Elizabeth Sherman and she could create fire from within. She grew up with us and Red grew to love her, but she was afraid of what she could do and she couldn't control it. Elizabeth left us in search of control of her powers and Red was never the same.
Hellboy was trained to be the world's protector, a warrior against the darkness that threatened to end all life and though it was not truly in me to harm I trained along side him, but where Red prefer large guns with large bullets I preferred long swords made out of blessed silver. Red may have grown stronger than me, but I had the speed and skill that he did not and the advantage of the high ground. My wings were a mystery as to their origin, they were a vibrant, blinding white at the joint and at my back, but slowly faded to grey until the tips where they became blacker than onyx, they could not be compare nor matched to any species of bird known to man.
Most of the time Red chose to fight alone, he didn't want trained agents, let alone his baby sister, to fight with him against such dangerous creatures. I knew he considered it his job, his responsibility to rid the world of the evil that would threaten it...I just wish he wouldn't do it alone.
Then there was a break in at a museum, a dark entity had been released and Red and Abe were sent out and it began a hunt that led us to losing Father and my capture.
They needed me and Red to open the gate to the world we had come from, to end all life as we knew it. I was speared through the stomach and hung on top of their marble pillar like a sacrificial lamb and my blood rained down to the floor. Hellboy almost did it too, after they took Liz's soul, but John reminded him who he was and what our Father would have wanted...for both of us. By this point I had lost too much blood and blacked out, but I was later told that Rasputin and his hench-woman were dead and Liz was somehow alive we went home, but that was just the end of his story this is mine.
My Father named me Angelus I was seen as the demon with the angelic face, I was full grown at the age of eighteen with a wingspan of eighteen and a half feet and I realized by age twenty three that I was no longer changing, I didn't age like Father or even Hellboy, I would likely remain this way for the rest of eternity while everyone I came to know and care about grew old and died around me.
I spent my days for the most part in my room which had been customized for my needs, it had a high vaulted ceiling with large brass hoops that I could perch comfortably on suspended on metal chains, my walls were painted to look like the forest and the floors were made of warm heated wood. My bed was large and comfortable with dark blue bedding and I had a large armoire and many, many bookshelves filled with my personal favorites from the library. If I wasn't in my room it is most likely that I am either in the library, reading or talking to Abe, or training with my swords.
On that particular day I was sitting in my room perched on one of my rings as I listened to Red and Liz fighting...again. Sometimes I wonder if I didn't have Red or Abe or Liz would I have stayed for so long? In here I may have been safe, but I was also a prisoner feared and somewhat hated. It was almost enough to bring me to tears sometimes. That's another thing I had learned my tears, like a phoenix, could heal mortal wounds and even to this day I blame myself somewhat for Father's death. If he had told me he was sick, if I could have gotten to him that day, I could have saved him. Red, Abe, and Liz wouldn't hear it, Red even threatened to knock me on my ass if I blamed myself again. Didn't stop me from trying.