Hello everyone! Yayyyy, new story. I'm sorry if it's really confusing, really. Leave in your reviews (if you want) if yuo were confused about anythign in particular because I know it's kind of all over here haha. Anyways, enjoy! -Lioner15
The Code of Angels:
1. You are merely helpers created for one purpose. You are to not go against what is told or have individual thoughts and just do your job.
2. Creating souls for humans must be done correctly and quickly. Perfect souls will not be tolerated, as well as defective ones.
3. Any Angel who goes against the Rules stated above will be sentenced to Hell
Any and every Angel is under these Rules. There is no exception.
Out of breath, out of time, the newest angel arrived at her work station fifteen minutes late. Panting loudly, she tried vainly to slow her strident breathes back to normal. There was nothing in the Code of Angels that talked about being late, correct? She thought, taking a seat at her desk as quietly as she could.
"New recruit, you arrived late…"
The sharp tone of The Warden in charge and the crack on her small whip made the new Angel snap to attention; straightening her posture and starting directly ahead of her. She dared not speak, as that would just land her in more unwanted trouble.
The Warden made her way down the hall of other desks towards her. Leather boots with spikes adorning them clacked on the white marble and a mean, cold stare painted her face. Long pink hair tumbled down her shoulders loosely, giving the impression that only her hair was seemingly nice. That, of course, was a giant lie, as everyone in the Angel industry knew that The Warden was not to be messed with.
"Do you have a reason for being so late?" The Warden asked as she drew closer and closer to the terrified newbie. "Let me guess…You were nervous and didn't sleep well last night? You wanted to look your best and while doing that neglected to manage your time efficiently? No…Okay, how about this one?" The Warden slammed her fists on the gray marble desk and locked eyes with the new Angel. Unlike most angels, The Warden's eyes were not an inviting color, but a distant and taciturn gaze. "You are a lazy incompetent Angel who does not take her work seriously…"
The newly recruited Angel shook her head, beads of sweat slowly falling down her forehead. "N-No ma'am! I came here to work, really! I would like nothing more than to be part of this job! It was what I was created to do after all, Ma'am!"
The Warden hesitantly reduced her weight of leaning on the desk before removing her hands completely. "…What is your name, newbie?"
"M-My name is Hatsune Miku!" The Angel exclaimed, her voice trembling as she spoke. While trying her best, she just knew that The Warden would prey on her like a large feral cat would prey on a helpless blind mouse.
"Hatsune Miku…" The Warden echoed, her tongue sharp. There had been a rumor floating about the skies of the Angels that this Warden unparticular had been born a demon. He had hired her after converting her to help keep the Angels in line. Whether the rumor was true or not, everyone knew one thing: The Warden was amazing at her job. "Huh…That's an interesting name…Tell me, what is it we angels do exactly?"
Why is she asking me this? Hatsune wondered, nervously playing with one of her large ponytails that had been braided on her way here. "Well, that is simple. We Angels, made by Him, have the job of making souls for the humans down on Earth. We give them traits and whatnot…That's correct, correct?"
"They are not traits, they are feelings." The Warden said, whipping the crop repeatedly against her bare hand. The palm she was hitting did not grow red, as any other Angel's would. "We give these humans the will to live. It is your job to shape these amazing yet dark creatures into imperfect beings that will live out full lives."
"B-But, what about the humans who end their lives before they can experience all that life can give them?" Hatsune asked, her eyes wide. "He didn't answer my question about that…"
The Warden looked over at an Angel who was sitting uncomfortably to the left of The Warden. "You! Explain to the newbie, now."
The Angel jumped up and stood at attention. "W-Well, any Angel who makes a defective soul will be punished. If you are a new Angel, b-by that it means your first year, and you make a defective soul, it will be overlooked. This policy was put after He found out that most Angels will make defective souls their first time around."
The Warden nodded and signaled for the Angel to sit down. "He speaks the truth…Now, go be a good girl and do a small job for me, newbie…"
"A-Anything, ma'am…"
"Are you familiar with what Clockwork Dolls are?" The Warden asked. With a flick of her wrist, all the on-looking Angels quickly went back to their posts.
"C-Clockwork Dolls…?" Hatsune echoed. "No, I have not heard of them. Keep in mind I was just created two days ago…"
"Yes, Clockwork Dolls." The Warden said, tossing her hair behind her. "They are used for designing how the human you want to make will look. They are also used for newbies to practice transferring souls into real humans."
"Clockwork Dolls…huh…" Hatsune repeated. She enjoyed the way it felt on her tongue as she pronounced it. It seemed to roll right off, like water from a waterfall. The K's were clucked and the S at the end was hissed perfectly. It just sounded perfect…
"Yes, well, as a newbie, you have the job of checking up on them. Relax, they are like corpses, they won't harm you. The worst case scenario is that one of them falls over." The Warden explained, her long eyelashes fluttering as she blinked. "They are down the hall and up the steps. You can't fly up there, mind you."
Hatsune nodded and rose from her seat. The Warden had referred to the Clockwork Dolls as corpses. What a disgusting name for things that sounded so majestic and mysterious.
The stairs, while a bother, were scaled in a small amount of time. Hatsune did not wish to admit it either, but she did not even know yet how to fly. A large wooden door stood in her way to see the mysterious beings known as the Clockwork Dolls. Pushing it open, she saw…amazing things…
Rows and rows of Clockwork Dolls lined the room. Dressed in elegant fashions from eras long gone, each one had different features and clothes. Decorative drapes and overly large chandeliers hung from the ceiling. It was truly like an entirely new world here.
Why did The Warden make going up here sound like a chore?! Hatsune thought, taking small steps towards the nearest Clockwork Doll. It was of a female, with a striking gown on. Hatsune curtsied to the Clockwork Doll, and moved onto the next one, doing the same thing. Every Doll was seemingly more beautiful than others.
Finally, after what seemed like all too soon, Hatsune arrived at the last Clockwork Doll. Before she could curtsy to it, she found herself locking eyes with it, and instantly felt absorbed into it.
The Doll was of a man. He stood a bit taller than her, with a slender complexion and pale skin. His eyes seemed like an endless gateway to all the wisdom in the world. He was adorned with a blue jacket, long boots that went up past his legs, and tight golden gloves. He was expressionless, but to Hatsune, it merely looked like he was thinking. His wig atop his head was dark blue, like the color of a dark sky about to go into complete darkness.
Gingerly taking a step towards him, Hatsune lightly brushed the back of her hand against the porcelain of his face. His cheeks were cold, as he was not alive, but that did not concern her. He was perfect. A perfect being such as him deserved an equally flawless soul.
Stepping back from his body, Hatsune made a promise to the Clockwork Doll. "You, with no beating heart or warm, loving soul, I promise you that I shall give you life. I will create the most perfect soul in all existence and bestow it upon you. Then, your gears shall turn to veins, your glass eyes into tearful reflecting spheres, and your cranks into flesh…I promise you, dear Clockwork Doll, I shall make you alive…No matter what I must do, I will carry out this deed to you…"
~Part One: Ushinawareta Tsubasa: END~