Hey guys, long time no see! How have you all been? Me? I've been pretty peachy myself thanks.
So I've had this idea for about six-seven months now, but it's just been rotting area in my Word as I've been mainly working on role playing and my own OC's for the past several months. I finally got to this story about a week ago, and this is what happened. Yay? Well, hope you enjoy!
EDIT: This is the first part of Chapter One! I have divided the chapter into two seperate parts, so if you read this and then go read the second 'chapter', yes that means you have already read it if you are clicked on this story prior to 5/10/10! Well, enjoy my seperated chapters (:
Playlist
Chapter Song: See Who I Am by Within Temptation
"We've been dreaming
But who can deny,
It's the best way of living
Between the truth and the lies"
Warning: High content of religious articles, people, and beliefs mentioned. The entire fic consists of heaven, hell, angels, demons, and everything in between. I mean for no one to take offense, and if you do, then please stop reading now. I don't want to see people having butt ache after this point, since I just warned everyone.
The other warning is high dosage of OC's used. I had to make up many characters to fit the story. I'm not staying that a bunch of the actual fandom's characters won't be included, because they will later on, but I felt more comfortable when I made the angels and demons as my own interpretations and my own characters. Just a warning for I know many people don't like massive amounts of originals. Some aren't necessarily OC's either; you'll see when you read. So this fandom doesn't belong to me, but the OC's do. Get it?
Notes: No beta. I've been the only one to ever read through this, so if the story needs more clarification or you yourself does, feel free to post a review or PM me. State if the story needs more explanation or if you do yourself, and if I know that it won't necessarily be explained later on, then I'll help make it easier for you to understand. But I think a lot of it will become clearer in chapters to come, so don't worry about it!
It is better to re-enter hell and become an angel, than to remain in heaven and become a demon. –Victor Hugo
Watcher's Circle, Central, 2010
He started forward, like a dream, graciously moving one foot in front of the other until he reached the chair set aside for him. Other hooded figures, nothing against the dark walls that took their appearance, gathered around him in a circle, a murmuring buzz lingering in the air.
He had dropped his hood at the entrance, the long mane of auburn hair flowing down to his mid-back. He never liked to put it up, unless it unfortunately called for it. Like battle, and even then it was a vanity and pain to scoop it back.
As he sat, the other figures made no move to remove their hoods, as the newer man watched them all with hard, gray eyes.
"You are late." His greeting.
"An archangel is never late. Our time is just much more valuable and relaxed than others." He retorted back to the one who had spoke, leaning back in the rusted metal seat. The hooded ones just stared blankly his way, though he could hear harsh scoffing.
He could only see glimpses of their chins and an occasional slip of lips or closed mouth. Besides this, they kept hair hidden away under the hood. He could only detect who was male and female by the sluggish resolve of how their coat sat on them, since posture did nothing as did their quiet nonsense tones.
"Last I heard you were not the archangel Gabriel. You were nothing more than the other angel Gabriel, the one was created on a last ditch effort twelve years ago." A new voice spoke, the one who sat directly in front of Gabriel across the circle.
His words were spoken low and cool, though a brash undertone laid them down hard in his nonexistent heart. But it was true.
He was only created twelve years prior, when the war was on the edges of beginning. That war between the created and the damned…
But the war had been an utter and complete downfall, for not only did it leave the angels with only the sky to rule, it also gave way to a new entity being brought forth.
Confused?
This was why Gabriel was here, meeting with these outcasts, these fallen. As the war began, and bloodshed sentenced the earth, one very important detail had been overlooked by the angels. An offspring of both a winged being and one who was born on earth.
And as a result of their carelessness, as the demons held back their attacks, the angels brought down a human male who was believed to be with the opposing side.
Death was imminent.
And what do the archangels do for this child? They speak with the Father, taking pity on the poor boy and have him reborn as an angel.
What. The. Hell.
That was all Gabriel had to say about that entire matter.
A mistake caused a human to be disregarded as such, and be taken to heaven. Of course, his memories did not remain intact.
He believed he was created in heaven, to become an angel and only that.
But as Gabriel had initially been alright with this deduction, still newly borne and only knowing to serve and fight, he quickly changed his mind as his knowledge changed.
Why would years of tradition from the beginning of time change for this child?
He already knew the answer.
The child's father was an old archangel, one who was exiled twelve years ago…
He believed to be working with the demons, and that was why his son was confused as a conspirer as well. And though he got his son killed in the process, the archangels and Father still took pity on the boy for his father's actions, and let him become one with all of them in heaven.
How does that sit right with anyone?
He scowled towards the other man, crossing his arm across his chest. "My, my, my. Samyaza (1), didn't the Father ever warn you that words hurt? You're breaking my heart."
He heard a grunt, one that sounded more like it twisted Samyaza's face into a smirk than anything else. "I don't recall being grafted with hearts. Are they an improvement that you received in your rebellion?"
He would know, wouldn't he, Gabriel summed up.
Samyaza had been around for a long time, longer than most actually. He used to be a great caretaker of heaven, a real hard worker who kept the throne of God safe and watched over everything along with the other Gabriel, the real one, and Michael.
But with a name meaning 'infamous rebellion', it was something only the most prideful could live up to.
That was his downfall along with his inability to bow down to man.
And that was the reason Gabriel chose Samyaza for his project, his plan to force out this unnatural being from heaven. This human.
Even though Samyaza now stood as a leader of a group of fallen, his Watchers (2), those who sat around him now, as he had vowed to never turn back to assist his brothers, even Gabriel knew he would crack down when he heard of this.
And it had worked.
With years of convincing and plotting, it had been into action at nightfall.
It explained the reason two chairs remained empty at their meeting, for they were carrying out the tasks of removing the child. Gabriel pledged his loyalty to the Watchers, in exchange for the help to have this carried out.
The Watchers once ruled heaven as a group of pure angels who couldn't resist the urge to fool with mortal women. One guess as to where Samyaza's inexplicable inability to bow down to men came from after having dominance over those he lusted for.
"If a heart is what I am feeling, as my mind soars to comprehend that the plan has finally been called to action, then yes, Sam, yes I do have one." Gabriel responded, kicking back in the rusted chair. Samyaza was visibly scowling at the name, as the hood ghosted up his ashen skin.
"Speaking of my plan, I expect it to have been carried out dutifully and quietly? I don't want the archangels to be suspicious."
"What, afraid that the big bad angels figure out you've fallen?" A biting comment from his left, where a female sat, staring at him defiantly. She wasn't an original Watcher, he knew, but she still was accepted into Samyaza's group because of her notion to throw her loyalty from those who created her and pledge it to the fallen archangel across from Gabriel.
The original Watchers consisted of Samyaza and four others. Six more had been pledged to the rebellion leader who couldn't bow to man or stop his pride from becoming him.
They were all fallen angels, but never demons. Angels that were created in heaven and fell from God's rule, banished to earth. Of course, it was never much of banishment anymore after the angels lost earth to the demons twelve years ago…
The Watchers were not mistaken for demons, they never could be. But they did help them when they could, and when they could not, well… Let's just say that's when the demons got a taste of the trickery they were known for.
And that was the main objective here.
They stole the child from heaven, feigning banishment on him. The plan was carried out, and when the archangels discovered that their charity case was missing, and then who else would be to blame but the demons?
No one who suspect the Watchers, the band that was supposed to be broken apart years ago. They hadn't made an appearance at the fiasco twelve years ago, so the archangels didn't believe they were still around.
Plus, after a fallen gets their wings clipped, they can never return to heaven. That is, unless an angel still pure of faith willed them to. Well, Gabriel didn't know about the 'pure' and 'faith' part, but nonetheless, it would still be a long shot if the angels tried to blame them.
But Gabriel believed in the existence, so when he was more knowledgeable and was taught about those who fell, he knew exactly who to seek out.
And that's what led him here, to sit among these nine angels while two of the original carried out the mission.
"No, I merely don't want sudden light shed on us. I could care less if I was discovered now that my loyalty is pledged." He bit back.
"Oh, is that your excuse you used whenever you betray someone and start anew? Did you say those very words to God, and thought now that that recycled nonsense would get you in well with us? I can't wait to see this mission utterly fail." The female urged back, her tone completely stricken with anger and girth.
She spoke with a more sincere hatred than Samyaza did.
"Lilith (3), I apologize that we could not perceive this boy as a child, meaning which your services are completely useless here, but would you kindly shut up as I express my loyalty?" He smirked at her, turning his head to block her out.
"I'll show you where you can take your loyalty, Gabe, and better yet, you may have pledged loyalty, but do not compare yourself to us. We are officially fallen. You" Lilith sneered, "are still ranked among them." She spat out the last word like it was vile, shaking her head to wipe the taste from her mouth.
"Lilith, that is quite enough." Samyaza warned, as she rolled her eyes and bit her tongue to keep quiet.
Samyaza hadn't blinked at all throughout the little spat, as he still stared forward.
Gabriel made a rough huffing sound as he settled back in, before crossing his legs in a very out-of-date manner. "So, mind telling me exactly how those two are carrying out the request?"
Samyaza sighed, whether it was for the way Gabriel had manned that question or the tire for having to repeat it yet again. "We sent Samael (4) and Lahash (5) out at dusk, after they had been told what to do and how to accomplish the matter at hand."
Gabriel waited, but nothing more came.
"That's it?"
Samyaza leaned back in the chair a bit, throwing on a haughty look. "Is there more you'd like to know?"
"Well, yeah," He stated, looking confused but also a bit angry at the leaps and bounds that it was taking to get this information. It's like Samyaza wanted him to get on his knees and begs for every word that he uttered. Well, one thing's for sure.
Samyaza could keep dreaming.
"What about what happens once they get there? And not alerting Gabriel or Michael or any of the other angels? How will they kidnap him and smuggle him down? Then let's not even talk about getting past the gates—"
"Enough." Samyaza finally gave in, with a heavy, burden-filled sigh.
Gabriel threw a toothy grin in his direction, glad he got his way.
"Myself and Lilith went over the last proceedings with the two, before they left. They will enter through the opening you showed us back some time, where they will then ascend. I gave them dire warning of being caught." Most of the Watchers nodded at that statement, knowing even if they were caught by any heaven angels, the wrath of Samyaza would be a hundred times worse.
"After they get inside heaven, they will seek the boy out and speak to him about his banishment. If he asks any questions, they will handle it accordingly. If he resists, and I'm quite sure that he will not leave peacefully, they will use force." He paused. "Then they will do everything that is required of a fallen angel, including snipping off his wings."
The whole group flinched at the thought, for even though it was something they all had to go through, thinking about it was indefinitely worse. They had no pity for this boy, but even the cruelest of hearts can wince at the pain of their wings getting cut.
"Afterwards, they will descend and drop him into the alley around the block from where you specified. Is that all now, Gabriel?"
Gabriel rubbed his chin, going over the information in his head. "Wait a second." He started. "How do Samael and Lahash know what the boy looks like?" He snapped his fingers, and then pointed at Samyaza to show that he missed that little tidbit, trying to prove that there had been a little flaw in his part of the deal. He gave a little victorious chuckle under his breath, folding his arms back up as he stared back across at his 'leader'.
Psh, couldn't even inform his own men? Yeah, right.
Samyaza did not look amused as he snapped his own fingers. In a second's breath, the two hooded figures sitting closest to him were up and standing at either side of Gabriel, a long blade in both of their hands. Both blades positioned themselves around Gabriel's neck.
"Do you doubt the one you swore your legion and loyalty to? And don't try and move. These blades are made from the same material that Lucifer produces his own weaponry from." He stood. "One hundred percent full-proof for reaping souls and killing angels."
Samyaza walked forward, as Gabriel tried to stand up. He was forcibly shoved back down by the two hooded men, as the blades dug back a bit closer.
"Beautiful weapons, aren't they? We haven't had a chance to try them out since all that walks the earth are humans and demons—both of which cannot be hurt by the blade." Samyaza reached forward, cupping the angel's chin in his hand.
His hand was ashen, like how his face and the other's appeared whenever their hoods slipped up a bit too far. He looked young; a comparison to a human in his early thirties if someone needed an age period. His nails were in desperate need for a cut, grisly and dry in their appearance.
Gabriel had only ever seen Samyaza's face one time, and that was about three years prior. To him, it only seemed like a month or two, since time traveled different for angels.
But not, as Samyaza directed his chin toward him, he had a direct look under the hood.
Samyaza's hair was a faded blond, long and stringy as it was tucked into the hood so Gabriel couldn't see the exact length. He kept it out of his face mostly, parted somewhat in the middle.
His eyes glared down at Gabriel, a passive, clouded over blue that made the angel wonder if he could actually see him. It's just what Gabriel imagined a blind man's eyes to seem, but he knew better.
"Yes, fine, fine weapons. Almost as fine as the man commanding them himself." Samyaza snorted at the attempt at the compliment, dropping Gabriel's chin. He still towered over him, so every word was spoken directly eye to eye.
No one else in the circle had moved. Lilith had snickered when Gabriel was pinned down, but even she was growing a bit bored.
"You try and compliment your way out of everything, trying to trick a prideful old man." His eyes would have sparkled in his tone if not for the years of torment and unkempt that he had lived through, so they just remained cloudy and staring directly at him.
"Old man? I do believe you don't look a day over two thousand, my lord." Oh butter him up.
Samyaza arched a brow, as he waved his hand, dismissing the two men. They looked at one another over Gabriel, before releasing the hold and slinking back into the shadowed room.
Oh, so it worked, Gabriel smirked on the inside, though he kept his face a mask of contempt on the outside.
Samyaza had crossed back over, and was hovering by his chair as Gabriel spoke up again.
"So you never did tell me how they knew of the boy."
The leader looked down, before sitting down with a perfect posture and glancing back over towards the other angel.
"Oh, yes, well we got all the information and images we needed from Lucien a few days ago." Another short and simple answer. Back to where they started.
Gabriel put on a face of questioning, before realizing, and nearly yelling, as he exclaimed, "Lucien! You mean Lucien from the scout's office?!" He couldn't believe it. He just could not believe that they had breached his part of the plan.
Samyaza simply stared, giving a barely visible nod.
"You do realize Lucien is a demon right?"
"That time I checked."
"And aren't we framing the demons for stealing the child if we get caught? Wh-Why would you go and ask him for help? If push comes to shove, he'll know the truth and we'll get captured!" He hadn't realized that he was standing, and that his voice had raised a few octaves.
Samyaza looked on.
Gabriel waited one, two, three moments before the Watcher finally spoke up. "You must remember Lucien is stupid and forgetful; I'm sure he already lost track of us requesting to see the deceased's file."
Gabriel noticed that Samyaza stopped calling the target an angel now, since he was most likely not one anymore anyways.
He contemplated, and then realized the elder one was right. Lucien was a mess at keeping track of time and business; he probably forgot about the whole thing the second after they left with the information. There would be no way for him to recall if the matter ever came up.
"Well," Gabriel said lamely, struggling to get around the words that would say Samyaza was undoubtedly correct, "…."
"Oh, such a talker are you not."
Gabriel gave a huff over towards the other angel, as he quickly turned to his left. "Well, I think that is all the matters to be discussed."
"Who shall I send the bill to?"
Oh, now he was trying to be funny.
"Ha-ha. Anyway, I should head back before they get too suspicious. I'll descend back soon to see what has happened to him." He called over his shoulder, back up towards the door.
"Give my condolences."
Gabriel smirked, lifting back up the black hood as he stomped towards the door.
Well, that's finally it!
Hope you enjoyed it.
I appreciate any review, help, whatever at all.
- Mazzie