Samkiel

Looking in the mirror that morning casually observing the different features he saw. Samkiel looked at the snow-white hair on top of his head. This was from his mother Laoel, the angel of visions. Next he looked down to his eyes seeing the cold dark blackness that filled the iris. Then to his wings on his back, their dark ebony color and harsh rough texture that seemed to create a dark aura around him. Both of these were from his father Samael, the Demon of death. He looked over himself one more time before finally going and getting dressed for the day.

Unlike the others angels his age, Samkiel had a darker wardrobe. He preferred his red and black shirt, dark pants, and combat boots over the usual white angel garb that his mother preferred he wore. He saw why though, he realized she just wanted her son to fit in even though everyone knew how different he was, but for Samkiel, he didn't care about fitting in. He enjoyed his few friends in class that accepted him for who he was and not what every one wanted him to be.

As he finished getting dressed he herd a rapping on his bedroom door. Knowing it was his mother, Samkiel knew what he was about to hear.

"come in."

Still in his closet straightening out his shirt, Laoel walked in and sat down on his bed waiting quietly for a few moments before finally speaking.

"Sam," as his mother always called him, "you know I love you and would do anything for you right?"

"yeah." Samkiel replied walking out of his closet all dressed. "mom what's going on?"

With a sigh his mother responded

"Nothing I just want to be sure you knew."

"Mother, I know you're lying. Why won't you tell me what's up?"

"its just, with your seventeenth birthday coming around it's just I can't be more proud of you and how you've overcome the struggles you've gone through."

"Mom, if you want me to change you can just say so."

"Please, could you then? You already get looked down upon enough."

"I don't care what they think. I am who am for a reason. He even said so."

"Alright then, someday though I wish you might listen to me."

Replied Laoel as she got up and began to walk out of Samkiel's room.

"Love you too mom!" shouted Samkiel as his mother walked out the door.

It was true that Samkiel's seventeenth birthday was coming up but to an angel seventeen years isn't like seventeen years to us. A year for us is the equivalent to a day for an angel and demon. And to an Angel your seventeenth year was when you became a man. Its when you stop depending on your parents and start to live by yourself and worship Him n your own and not with your parents. However, its also the year that you stand before the lord and he deems whether you are worthy or not for his service, and for Samkiel and his mother, this is what they feared the most. Many nights were spent by Samkiel wondering what happened to those deemed unworthy of service, for it is never spoken of what happens to those group of angels. Samkiel knew though, that the end of this week was when he was to be reviewed and chosen, and this was something that neither Samkiel nor his mother looked forward to.