Angels among us

Three sisters, Two worlds, One mistake, Zero chances....

Chapter 1 ---

Last time I saw the light...the light of the heavens...it's been so long. And it was all account of a small mistake that I never even did. I'm sure that everyone make mistakes but never in all of my days had I thought, that the almighty himself would be wrong. He is a great being, he has always been there but ever since that mistake, everything is different. If I may recall the life I went through from then to now. That time began almost five years ago...

"No I did not peek in on the Russians today, so will you leave me in my peace and let me be please?" I rolled my eyes as I spoke to my younger sister Rubi. She was a nice girl, blonde hair and blue eyes. Kind and sweet, very loving. Every guys perfect dream. Her pure white wings completed her loving view.

"Well...Unari said that you were supposed to...but I won't rage on you about it because I know that you'll just send one of those fire balls in my direction," she said quietly and disappeared into the clouds. I sighed slightly and went back to my training. My hair blew softly in the warm breeze. I looked down on the quiet planet, earth. So humble yet so wicked. It seemed as though on one side of the world everything was very calm and happy but the other half had a thing for explosives. Not that it was a bad thing. I happened to like fire myself but the way they would torcher and kill each other was enough to make me want to do it for them. Which if why I like my job. Not many of us have ever got the chance to kill. In fact killing is taboo here. Lucky for me I happen to be the type of person that likes that sort of thing. Unari said I had always liked fire but I never dreamed of the day when I would be that angel. Angel of fire and death. Yep. that's me. Some say it's a cruel job but I think of it as a way of telling people the truth. If they mess up to many times and they make the world a miserable place, then I come down and take them away. Rubi was the one that gave life to those of the good and kind. Her title as the Angel of Light suits her perfect. My elder sister Unari, is neither death nor life. She has the power to create things, so most of her time is spent healing things and creating more to the beautiful green forest. I looked out over the world. Stretching out my hand towards the green and blue sphere, I let my energy flow out and smite those of the evil. I was to lazy to go down and talk to them today. I layed down on the clouds and stared up at the never ending sky.

"Saria?...Saria?!" Unari questioned and leaned over me.

"What?" I answered.

She rolled her eyes and lifted me up with a slight motion of her hand, "Don't you have a job to do?"

"Unari, I have been doing this all my life, you don't think that I have taken care of it already?" I said and crossed my arms.

"Well and I know is that you have a habit of slacking off and you know how the almighty gets. So please keep up to date on that world," she said sternly then turned and walks back to her post. Her silver hair flowed with her as she turned, the light blue dress she wore matched perfectly with her ever being. My sisters where so beautiful with their white wings, they were beautiful even without them. I must have been the bad one out the them. My fire red hair was shoulder length, I wouldn't let it grow any longer. I had a red dress that hung lousy on me, a black hood with cape was added to that along with a few pieces of jewellery. Unari didn't approve of my reaper though. I carried it around with me all the time but according to her I shouldn't even have it. The life here is pretty much the same everyday, nothing that interesting usually happens around here. Unless Satan thinks that he has some good plan to attack. Those usually crash though and he just ends up going back to his hell hole. I walked across the clouds and over to my post. Sitting apron the stone column, I spread my wings out fully. I watched happily as a few black feathers floated in the breeze. I was the only angel in all heaven to have black wings. I liked the fact of being different but a lot of people wouldn't think of me as an angel at first. A demon maybe but not an angel. Being different is what life's about. Standing out so that people notice you. Being different is the best thing that has ever happened, if we weren't different the whole human existence would be boring. It would be like a garden full of dandelions only. But when you have things that are different, it's what makes life beautiful. Different is beautiful and so is life.

(AN: first chapter to my own story complete my own!!! I didn't take anything from any other story and I'm proud of it. so if u steal any of my work I will seriously track you down and hurt you badly. but yea I had to get that off my chest. I know the chapter isn't very