Calliope is an angel sent from heaven to save the life of Roxy Lalonde, a girl with a heart of gold who is slowly poisoning herself to death. Can she save Roxy in time, or will her demonic twin push Roxy to suicide before Calliope gets the chance to earn her wings and save Roxy's life? This is a Calliope and Roxy shipping fic, with bits of Dirk/Caliborn, and Dirk/Roxy in there as well, but this is totally going to involve Roxy and Calliope getting together. I will warn for mentions of alcoholism, and Roxy's recovery will be treated very seriously, as the writer of this story has lost family to alcoholism and knows how horrible it can be to relive some of those time.
Angels in heaven have many jobs and purposes, but the most important job for an angel is to save a human's life. Humanity as a whole can't function without a working and functioning part. The main principle all angels agree upon is that every human life is important and sacred. Losing even one human being unfairly or unjustly is not to happen. They live to prevent and ease human suffering as much as possible. Some humans are fated to die painfully, and angels are assigned to save them whenever they can. Their resources are always spread too thin but they do the best they can. After all, even just saving a single human life means a world of difference to that one human being. Angels are creatures of goodness, and see all humans as important, no matter how big, small, or messed up they are. Angels intervene in human suffering through miracles, influence, and in the most desperate of times, in person. This is all done to promote happiness on a small scale, which in turn will produce global good will on a large scale.
Calliope was beckoned to the head office of the most senior angel in heaven, which could only mean one of two things- she was either being praised for a job well done (very unlikely) or that she was in trouble (more likely). Calliope hatched from the egg as a darling little angel straight from the heavens itself. Her twin brother hatched from the same egg which they had shared, and sadly, his heart was already blackened and burnt before he had even fallen to hell. Caliborn was always destined to become the worst demon in hell, and Calliope was always destined to carry his foul reputation with her no matter where she went or how hard she tried to succeed. She was supposed to have her wings by now, but her progress faltered as all the better assignment and praise from the higher ups went to angel, who sadly, were not hatched from the same egg as evil itself.
The hallways of heaven were a beautiful sight of glass work that reflected pale blue in the sun light of their bright, blue star. Many glass posts with hanging baskets of flowers were hung around heaven, and the angel academy, perhaps to ease the awful sight of the unbecoming angels themselves. Calliope did not notice her dark green, skull-like reflection in the glass because of the many flowers that bloomed around and obscured her view of it. The office of the higher ups was just as beautiful, with flowers growing out of inlets on the sparkling marble tileing and filling the floor like a rug of purple violets.
"Calliope, I have good news for you," the higher up sang to her melodiously, as was custom for angels to do in heaven. There was no speaking in heaven, there was only singing in soft, tempered voices. Behind the glass desk the angel sat at, large video panels showed the information specs of Calliopes case. She eagerly bore her clip board and pen, waiting at the ready to take notes.
"You are being assigned to a case that requires a change in venue. You will go under cover as a human to save the life of a human being regarded as very important," the higher up sang to Calliope.
Calliope was nearly shaking with excitement and her pens scribbled in bumpy circles as the higher up sang out her assignment. She was getting a real case! A real case! An undercover one, none the less! No paperwork or silly multiple choice tests! A real test of her goodness, and her faith in humanity! A case that was high stakes and truly dependent on her! She might even finally get the chance to earn herself a pair of wings if she does a really good at saving the life! This was the best chance she had gotten to better herself as an angel since Caliborn banished himself and she couldn't be any more happy or excited to start working.
"This is Roxy Lalonde, she is seventeen years old and the child of a famous writer, Rose Lalonde. Roxy lives on her own with the financial help of her mother who otherwise is never there. She is what humans would call an angel. She is a human girl with a heart of gold but she plagued by a drinking problem that she has tried to solve but can not, and she currently does not have the support. She is drinking herself to death, Calliope. The prophets have spoken that Roxy Lalonde will perish soon if we do not save her ourselves. You must intervene in this girl's life and deliver from suffering so she may continue to benefit the human race with her goodness. I pray that we will not see her in heaven for a long time."
Behind the angel, the back panel showed a picture of the human she would be caring for. The name said Roxy Lalonde. She was a blonde girl with pink eyes, which Calliope presumed to be a strange human fashion choice. She looked yellow and sickly, and was too skinny to be healthy. Calliope wondered how her legs could hold anything up with such fragile bones and without an exoskeleton of her own for backup support. Calliope noticed how, like herself, Roxy did not scream particularly beautiful. She could have been beautiful, perhaps if not the smudged eyeliner, drunken expression, or skin damaged by liver abuse. Roxy looked as if she was on the brink of death, and Calliope could see precisely why she was called in here. On the other panels, Calliope could see Roxy handing out food at the soup kitchen, restocking shelves at the food pantry and washing a stray kitten in the sink. Here, she could see why the higher ups believed Roxy Lalonde deserved to survive.
Roxy Lalonde threw up in a trash can in an alleyway. Calliope didn't need to physically be there to smell the vomit and alcohol. Of course, they stuck her with a drunk. They believed enough in Calliope to know that she could handle a hard case, but they didn't like her enough to give her a case that would be pleasant to deal with. She was not getting the terminally ill children, who were darling in their own way and always warmed the heart of angels. She was being exposed to all sorts of unpleasantries that her other half probably reveled in. Still, Calliope responded to her case with a pleasant nod and quickly scampered off in her green tail coat to start doing some good, for the benefit of humanity, of course.