PROLOGUE
They say that the first of my kind was a woman named Julia, an Child of Kami that was subjected to crude experiments in heaven under the watchful eye of Raphael an Angel of the High Court that wished to find a perfect being, close if not superior to Kami. Raphael wished to rebel against Kami. But this was never fulfilled because Julia escaped with her beloved, Marco who was also experimented on. They only way that they could escape was to go to Earth. But tragedy hit Julia she lost her beloved and was only left with their unborn child.
It is a pretty myth, but some of my people believe it to be truth. That is what we are thought. But there is no record of her life, no record of the child. It was all lost in time.
No record but the wings we grow. The only proof is our ability to heal faster than the 'normal' human. Even though we appear human we can grow beautiful wings that are as natural to us as the arms and legs that we normally wear.
My kin are truly beautiful creatures like angels. But we know we are not. We are different, we aren't immortal. We die. We call ourselves Ángeles. The Royal Family are said to be descendants from Julia for we are different from all the other Ángeles we are stronger. Maybe Kami feels sorry for us. Sorry that he couldn't protect his own child. Kami gave us a gift, a gift that runs down the Royal Family. But that's another tale.
We may resemble the Angels but it's not all nice and good.
Even before any child of my kind learns how to fly, even before any child of my kind learns how to fly, she learns of hate, she learns of war. She learns of the race that calls itself Serpiente. She learns that they are untrustworthy, they are liars and loyal to no one but their Lord. She learns of fear, to fear the scarlet eyes of the royal families.
She will never learn of how the war began.
That has been forgotten. Instead she learns that they murder our kin. She learns that they are evil, that they would kill her if they could. She learns never to trust these beings. She learns how to kill their kind, how to defend her family.
That's all she will ever learn.
That's what I have learned.
All I know is bloodshed. Days of bloodshed. Years of bloodshed. As I hum the song that my mother had taught me, and wish for the peace that they promise.
How many generations have lived under this bloody rule? How many of our solders have fallen to the tip of a poisoned sword?
No one knows why we fight; they only know that they have to kill this enemy without a face. Will we continue until we win the war that has ruled us for so many years? Until we have avenged too many dead to avenge? Until no one can remember peace anymore? Will the next generation of children have to go trough what I've gone? Will we my children also suffer?
Is there no end to this meaningless hatred?
Naruto Uzumaki
Heir to the Royal Ángeles Empire